#ahs char gif

[mumbledramblings]

I know I implied that the Winter King was depressed about the Summer Lord dying because they were Rivals, but now that i think about it:

The two of them were feuding long before they became Season gods. Even waaaaaay back when the two of them were mortal, they were sworn enemies. On opposite sides of a brutal and bloody war-- the whys forgotten, even to them. In fact, I think their conflict is probably why they even became the gods of Summer and Winter: they both saw the other as their antithesis. Naturally-- due to the nature of Summer and Winter being linked together in a cycle-- their hatred for one another was eventually set aside; leaving a familiar, if a bit intense, rivalry.

Fast forward to the humans stealing Summer from the Summer Lord. While the Winter King definitely had other reasons for not interfering and stopping the humans (and they definitely could have; humanity would not have survived the might of both Summer and Winter incarnate) I can't say they weren't at least a little motivated out of a lingering sense of vengeance. A final victory at last, no matter how hollow.

And it was hollow. Ages upon ages spent in each other's orbit-- first in rage, then in duty-- and now all they had left was an absence where there once was purpose. They don't even remember what their purpose was for. What was their cause to fight for. What first sparked their rage. What drove them to war, all those eons ago.

And so the Winter King collects what remains of the Summer Lord and leaves the humans to their victory. Locking themself away to ruminate all they have forgotten, all they have become.

[lampiridaes]

♬ now playing: "falling for you"

-> don't you see me? i think i'm falling for you (fallingforyou - the 1975)

summary. various hsr men realizing they're in love with you

chars. dan heng , sunday , aventurine , jing yuan

notes. THIS ONE IS FOR U MIZU-ANON (still gonna call u that despite the username change) had sm fun writing this. i am a biiiiig loser for these types of tropes i need to admit it. I HOPE WHEN U READ THIS U ENJOY MIZU-ANON!!!!!! LOVE U <3

contains. fluff, pre-established relationship, spoiler-free, reader is a trailblazer but not the trailblazer, march & trailblazer mentioned (dan heng), 'pretty' used as a compliment for reader (jing yuan)

inspired by -> this post!

track one: dan heng

staying up late talking to you. dan heng tends to pull all-nighters, but he never expected you to join in one time. it was actually a bonding moment—he felt as if you grew closer since that day. it wasn't exactly a deep talk, it was more like an icebreaker. compared to march and the trailblazer, dan heng was much more reserved, so you saw a different side to him that night. one that you ended up seeing more and growing quite fond of.

always turning their head if your name is mentioned. every morning when the express crew gets up and eat breakfast together, dan heng finds himself always looking over whenever someone calls you. "[name], let's share!" march 7th would exclaim, then the black-haired man's attention immediately turned to your direction.

... and when you notice that a certain someone is staring at you, you make eye contact and smile, which seemed to have flustered him a little. ah, he's growing smitten, slowly.

track two: sunday

realizing certain traits about you that he finds endearing, your curiosity being the most prominent one. with sunday being a halovian, you couldn't help but admire his features, namely his wings. yet you were far too shy to ask if you could touch them—after all, what if he were to feel uncomfortable? but, to your surprise, sunday was the one that offered, finally acknowledging your silent wish. his wings were undeniably soft, but also quite sensitive, fluttering away from your touch. at first, you thought you did something wrong, but judging from the light blush on the oak family head's face, you could tell he actually enjoyed it.

realizing he's in a better mood when you're in a good mood. being head of the oak family, sunday has a tough job. and yet, when he sees you smiling to yourself, sometimes even attempting to help him in any way you can, sunday finds an odd warmth in his chest. one he doesn't experience quite often.

track three: aventurine

the first smile you share. sometimes you wonder whether or not aventurine is serious in certain situations. sometimes you wonder if he's even your friend or if he's using you in a gamble you aren't even aware of. but that one fateful day when he met your gaze and smiled, you could feel your heart skip a beat. aventurine constantly wears a confident smirk, one that makes him seem like someone to be weary of. and that smile of his... perhaps you were the lucky one this time.

flirting with you. actually, your friendship as a whole had some... weirdly romantic undertones, but after a while, the both of you sort of started to truly think about the entire thing. was he serious when he said that you were the only person he wanted? were you serious when you said you wouldn't mind it if he kissed you? only one way to find out, no?

track four: jing yuan

getting things that remind him of you. whether it'd be a shiny trinket he figured you'd like, or even an expensive piece of jewelry, jing yuan slowly started gifting you different things quite frequently. and whenever you'd ask, his response would always be, "it looks pretty, just like you."

finding time for you and spending his free time around you. it's no secret that jing yuan is a busy man, being the general of the luofu. and yet, after those hours are finished, or he managed to catch a break in the middle of the day, he always looks for you somewhere in exalting sanctum and ask if you'd like to take a short stroll with him. you answer yes every time.

[omitea]

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓/𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄 .ᐟ

╰┈➤ jjk! men reacting to you wearing their shirt or hoodie.

char. gojo, geto, nanami, higuruma, choso & toji x fem! reader.

tags. highly suggestive!, grinding, mention of breasts in higuruma’s, making out in suguru’s. ahem choso’s? oh well. hints at sexual activity in toji’s. tagged as smut.

note. nanami’s and toji’s got me feeling smth i shouldnt…

☆— 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo feels so smug whenever you’re wearing a piece of his clothing. there’s just something about the way his shirt looks on your body, along with your hardened nipples peeking from underneath the thin, yet expensive fabric. he can’t help but move closer to your body— hands itching to feel your skin. to touch the places he craves to feel. and he does just that. cold hands grabbing the back of your thigh, inching closer to the curve of your ass. and soon enough, they find their way under before halting. a shaky breath left his lips upon the feeling of your bare skin; no panties in sight. the coldness of his hands makes you shiver against him, but not more than when you feel him press something hard against your ass— lifting your shirt as he does so.

“y’ gonna take the rest off for me, sweets?”

☆— 𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

geto absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes. he often leaves his hoodies lying around just to see you snuggled up in them when he comes over. your sweet smell mixed with his, soaking into the thick and comforting fabric. and he can’t help but hold you closer. hips grinding in between your thighs as he swivels his tongue lazily with yours. the sound of the wet muscles entangling is almost being drown out by your whiny moans. it made him feel so damn good, along with the pleasure of feeling himself already leaking in his sweats. his mind started to feel hazy and the familiar sensation in his abdomen caused his hips to falter the longer he kept going. you lifted your hips, meeting his midway— a sharp hiss flowing through, but was quickly swallowed during the kiss.

“ah shit, gon’ make me fuck you in this too?”

☆— 𝐊. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

nanami was a simple man. if that meant attending to his desires, then so be it. a train of inappropriate thoughts clouded his mind as he takes in the view of your body being exposed to the sun. button-up shirt riding up, exposing the multiple marks he left imprinted in your skin. he shook his head as the reminders of the previous night made themselves present. you looked so peaceful and content— it made him feel a pinch of guilt for thinking that way. he froze when he felt your hand lazily grasping his before placing a kiss on the back of it. he took notice of the way you pressed your thighs together— a shuddered breath following after. and with a firm grip, you inched his hand lower till they rested above the band of your panties. his eyes moved to the wet patch soaking through. with two fingers dragging slowly against it and a chaste kiss on your forehead, hummed in delight.

“thank you, love.”

☆— 𝐇. 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

higuruma never asks for much. although seeing you wear his white dress shirt that he wears under his suits, makes it feel like a reward. he wasn’t sure what he did to deserve such a sight to see, but he will for sure enjoy every second of it. he was supposed to make a cup of black coffee, but he didn’t expect to find you awake— leaning against the counter while sipping on a water bottle. with his shirt on, at that. he almost felt his knees buckle when you licked the droplet of water that trickled down the corner of your lips, wishing you wrapped those soft lips around something else instead. its unfair how you could make him hard just by standing there. he inched closer to you, head finding place in the crook of your neck. a cold shiver ran down your spine when you felt his large warm hand sneaking under to gently, yet firmly squeeze your breast— with his thumb grazing back and forth.

“wanna be good for me. yeah, darling?”

☆— 𝐊. 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

choso always felt warm the moment he saw you with one of his shirts on. prettily dressed in shorts and just his shirt. he doesn’t say anything, but he loves the traces of your smell you leave behind on them. even if its a faint smell of your perfume. he found it folded in his closet and right now, he needed anything that reminded him of you. the shirt wrinkled in his grasp as he inhales the fabric— hips humping the mattress underneath him. he feels embarrassed how he tries to get off by pretending hes burying his face in your hair as he keeps rutting. high pitched moans reaches his own ears when he jerks his hips just right enough. occasionally rolling his hips till they start to stutter— muscles clenching at the same time once that one feeling starts bubbling up. he was so engrossed that he didn’t hear the unlocking of the front door. a droplet of sweat travels down the side of his face once he sees you standing astounded at the side of the bed. and he doesn’t know what came over him, but he needed you right now. he was sure about that.

“im sorry— please let me feel you…please”

☆— 𝐓. 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

toji thinks you look adorable; acting bratty while his big sweatshirt hugs your figure. his eyes watch your every move as you continue roaming throughout the house. the sight of your ass jiggling makes it harder for him to concentrate on ignoring the pulsating bulge in him pants. the more he stared, the tighter they began to feel. it wasn’t until you bent over to pick something up that he reacts. you were just trying to clean up the juice you clumsily spilled, but the next thing you knew; your sock clad feet were dangling over his shoulders and his hand held the sweatshirt up— focusing on where the two of you were messily connected. pathetic cries escaping your raspy throat and he just chuckles as he deepens his quick thrusts, which was surprisingly possible.

“if this is what ya’ into, should’ve just told me, sweetheart.”

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

[glossysoap]

thigh fixation ; choose your own captain | captain price OR captain mactavish | soap it up

summary: my headcanons for riding either captain price’s or captain mactavish’s thigh!

tags: 18+, afab and fem nicknames

note: you can interpret/read this imagining either captain! the ending includes dialogue options for both so you can choose your own adventure in a way! inspired by @vgilantee’s ask that i’ll be posting after this! ily ily char mwah <3

this is also using two prompts from @glitterypirateduck’s soap it up challenge! (yes, i will be posting fics for that challenge forever LMAO)

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just a little more.”

thinking about grinding your dripping cunt down onto his muscular HAIRY thigh. thinking about how your juices would soak his skin and his hair, leaving a wet sheen along the muscle.

thinking about his strong, big hands gripping your hips and guiding you back and forth on his meaty thigh, assisting you in your desperate grinding.

thinking about your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck because the pleasure is so overwhelming, you can’t fathom doing anything else but just hiding your face away.

thinking about how you would grind your puffy lips back and forth on his meaty thigh, giving you that perfect friction that made your head so cloudy.

thinking about your sensitive clit rubbing against his rough, hairy skin so fucking perfectly that it made that knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter.

thinking about him crooning into your ear and egging you on. thinking about him craning his neck to whisper into your ear, his husky accented voice sending a tingle down your spine.

if you’re imagining captain price, his dialogue would look something like this —

“go on, make yourself feel good. take what you need. grind down on my thigh, doll. grind that needy pussy on my thigh. yeah, that’s it. so good for me. always so fuckin’ good for your captain.” he coos in your ear, voice dripping with honey as he praises you to no end. he knows just how much that turns your brain to mush.

when he feels your hips twitch and hears your breath catch, he knows you’re about to come. “yeah, there you go. almost there, love, c’mon.” he eggs you on, his beard scratching your skin.

“that’s it, that’s it!” he croons into your ear as he feels you drench his thigh and hears you let out a choked cry. “good girl.”

now, if you were imagining captain mactavish, his dialogue would look like this —

“ye’ look so fuckin’ pretty grindin’ on my thigh like that, hen. just soakin me, aren’t ya? pathetic thing. all needy and whinin’. but don’t ye’ worry, pup. i’ll take care of ye’.” he would all but growl in your ear, hands pressing you down even more on his thigh.

he smirks when he hears you let out a muffled moan into his neck, your hips stuttering as you feel yourself dangerously approaching your own release.

“just a little more, come on. ye’ can do it, ah know ye’ can. give it to me, give me your juices.” he growls into your ear again, husky voice only making your stomach feel tighter and tighter.

“there you go, good fuckin’ girl.”

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Irresistible {3} || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: What was once heaven turns to hell with the unexpected arrival of a new house guest. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating, kind of taboo (future stepbrother) WC: 4K F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four

It was late by the time Charles entered your room and slipped into the bed. You had retreated to your room after washing the dishes from dinner, silently passing each one to Charles to dry. When there was nothing left to tidy, he sighed and decided he couldn’t delay the call that was inevitable.

“Are you awake?” he asked quietly as he curled his body around yours.

“No.”

You felt his smile on your shoulder before he rolled you over to face him and brushed the hair back that fell over your face. “I think I made a mistake.”

It felt like a cruel joke but you had heard his raised voice through the walls, but the French had meant nothing to you. You were certain that after one argument he was cutting things off but you asked anyway, “Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t want to be in a relationship with her.” He pressed his forehead to yours and the breath you had been holding was released with a relieved sigh. “And she wants to come to the first races too now.”

You pulled back to see the pained look in his eyes and realised you had relaxed prematurely. “I thought you said she wouldn’t go to many.”

“She usually wouldn’t, but with the new race schedule it falls right into her school summer break.”

You huffed at the idea of having to share him and watch as she got to publicly flaunt him. Okay, maybe you were a little jealous - but it didn’t change anything because he could never be yours. “Does she suspect anything between us?”

“I am living with a beautiful woman that I am not related to, of course she is suspicious,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug. “But she won’t outright ask or she would have to give up on the idea that we are perfect for each other.”

Your fingers traced the shape of his beard that was due to be shaved again and your shoulders bounced with a quiet laugh. “Look at you, you have it all figured out.”

For a second his amusement faded away and vulnerability set in as he looked at your laced fingers resting on his chest. “You haven’t changed your mind about coming with me, have you?” His words were whispered like he was afraid of the answer.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to,” you admitted seriously, before a teasing smirk lightened the atmosphere. “I think I would miss you too much, or a certain part of you.”

“Ah, of course,” he chuckled, grateful for the answer and a distraction, “you only want me for my dick.”

You ran your hand down his bare chest until it met the fabric of the grey sweatpants he wore and teased over his crotch. “I was thinking about your tongue but I would miss this too.”

“I feel used, really, I do,” he huffed but his cock began to stir beneath your palm despite the joking words. “I am just an object to you.”

“Yes, you are, but you are a pretty one,” you added with the sultry smile that always set his blood alight. “So are you going to let me use you?”

He grinned as he easily pulled you over his body to straddle his waist. “Always, ma biche.”

Lockdown: Week Sixteen

“Hey Daveed, sorry about the stairs,” you apologised as you ordered yet another heavy item online knowing there wasn’t an elevator in the building.

It was an odd world that you found yourself in. You knew the delivery driver by name now, but you still hadn’t seen the bottom half of his face beneath the mask.

“What have you brought now?” Charles asked from the couch as he sent a wave to Daveed.

“I’ll show you if you help me move it.”

Curious, he got up and gently moved you aside so he could pick it up himself, his biceps testing the tensile strength of his shirt sleeves. “Where am I putting it?”

You rushed around the couch and moved the coffee table that was covered with your puzzle magazines before pointing to the space made. “I’ll get the scissors.”

Charles watched his floor space change from hardwood boards to the fluffiest shag pile rug he had ever seen. Everywhere he looked there was evidence of a woman in his home and he had to admit he loved walking into each room and seeing it.

You starfished on the rug after unrolling it and sighed happily at how soft and fluffy it was beneath you. “Lay with me,” you ordered Charles when you opened your eyes to find you smiling down at you.

Dropping down beside you, he stared up at the ceiling and stretched out, sliding his arm under your head. He ran his fingers through the soft material before those same fingers ran down your sleeve and pulled you closer to kiss your temple. “It’s perfect.”

The doorbell buzzed and you both looked at each other wondering who it could be. There wasn’t anything else that had been ordered and it wasn’t as if anyone could just pop around for a visit with the lockdown still under enforcement. You were still frowning at each other when the bell rang again, followed by a shrill call that made Charles stiffen.

“It’s Charlotte.”

You sat up in an instant and all but ran down the hall to your room, quickly snatching Charles’ pillow and tossing it into his room with the other random pieces of clothes that littered your floor. The security chain scraped open before the deadlock was unbolted and you scanned his room to see if there was anything of yours there but luckily most activity had been kept to your space. You hadn’t wanted to sleep in the bed he shared with her, that was about your limit in your morally grey code of ethics.

“Uh, hey, what are you doing here?” Charles asked as he opened the door, his shoulders blocking your view from the hall.

“I thought you would be happier to see me after four months,” Charlotte murmured as she walked around him and into the apartment. She was perceptive of all the changes and was obviously not impressed by them as she set her suitcase down. “My travel exemption came through today.”

Charles frowned at the large luggage bag but recovered enough to kiss her when she leant in. Your exemption had been emailed to him a few days ago so everything was set to go to Austria in two weeks time but that didn’t help him understand why his girlfriend had arrived at his place with the bag. “Are you going somewhere?”

“I figured since I was allowed to travel I would stay here, with you, until we fly out. I can finish my assignment here and we can catch up on lost time.”

Your stomach knotted at the thought but she had put Charles in a position that made an argument almost impossible.

“I would love that, but isn't it a little insensitive to Y/N? I don’t want her feeling like a third wheel in her own home.”

“This isn’t her home.” Charlotte rolled her eyes and you took a step back behind the wall as she looked around for you. “You said she’s just a guest you can’t get rid of because your mum asked nicely.”

You swallowed down the angry words that clawed at your throat and had to watch as Charles wrapped her in his arms, to comfort her.

Your silent steps retreated back to your room and you closed the door before you could hear anything more. Collapsing on your bed feeling displaced, you could smell Charles’ cologne clinging to the sheets and resorted to stripping the bedding off. Not willing to risk being caught in any small talk, you mounded the pile of sheets and duvet covers in the corner of your room and pulled a pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears.

You drifted in and out of sleep all afternoon, waking once to decline dinner, telling Charles that you weren’t hungry through the locked door, despite the loud growls coming from your stomach. When you woke again night had set in and it was dark outside your window. The growls had turned to cramps and you couldn’t ignore the need for food any longer.

Thankfully the apartment was silent when you emerged from your room and crept down the hall. You could walk the whole house blindfolded if you needed, you knew because it had been a game you played with Charles a few times out of boredom, but you turned a small lamp on in the living room. The soft glow was enough to see in the kitchen and you found a note on the fridge door.

You smiled at the thought of Charles saving a plate for you and grabbed it from inside the fridge. It smelt delicious as you warmed it up in the microwave but one mouthful had to dumping it in the bin. Though your back was to the hall you could feel his presence like the kiss of the sun on your skin and you placed the empty plate in the sink to wash it.

“You should be asleep.”

His steps were quiet across the floor before his hands found your waist and his lips brushed over your nape before he whispered, “Can’t sleep without you.”

You turned away from the sink to face him but whatever command you were thinking of to send him back to his girlfriend was lost when he kissed you. You could taste the apology on his tongue, feel the regret in his touch as his hand slipped beneath your shirt and danced along your spine.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to show up here.”

His forehead rested against yours and his eyes closed when he felt your hands come to rest on his neck, your fingers feeling his pulse race beneath them. The silence was heavy as he waited for you to say something but you weren’t going to dwell on what you couldn’t change.

“You should be apologising for the pasta, I nearly broke a tooth.”

Charles stepped back with a quiet laugh and combed his fingers through his hair. “You know I am not good at cooking.”

“That wasn’t cooking, it was uncooked,” you corrected him with a smile. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded, having missed your cooking and took a seat on the bench where he could watch you quickly bring a delicious meal together. He never understood how you could do that, how you could look at what was in the fridge and the pantry and create a dish in your head. When he looked all he saw were the individual ingredients but you saw the potential each piece had, it amazed him every time.

The minutes quickly passed and it was effortless to chat with whispered voices while you worked, a complete dichotomy from how his evening with Charlotte went. Conversation with her had felt forced, like he was talking to a stranger, and he had asked how the weather was twice just to fill the awkward silence.

He barely even heard your words, recounting a humorous camping trip with your father where he forgot nearly all of the food. But you had managed to survive for three days inventing new ways to eat sausages. You paused when Charles didn’t laugh at something he should have found funny but he was staring at your lips in a daze.

“Are you okay?” you asked with a wave in front of his face.

He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and you thought maybe he had been falling asleep standing up. You nearly jumped when he suddenly pulled you into his arms and buried his face in your neck. “I love you.” You could feel his smile on your skin before he kissed the column of your neck, whispering it over and over as he made his way to your lips. “I love you.”

Your palms met his chest and gently pushed him back as you wriggled from his hold.

“What?” he asked, suddenly nervous and self conscious.

“You’re just having this revelation now? At,” you checked the time on the oven, “1:11 in the morning while your girlfriend is asleep in your bed.”

“I mean, I’ve kind of known it since the day we met…” He scratched the back of his neck and shrugged apologetically. “I think I loved you the moment you called me a bad driver.”

You balled up your fist and punched him in the shoulder. “You could have told me sooner.”

His forehead crumpled in confusion as he rubbed his arm. “What? Why?”

Stepping back into his personal space, you rose on your toes so you could kiss the corner of his downturned lips. “Because I love you too.”

His smile could have lit up the whole city and it made the unexpected arrival of Charlotte a little easier to bear. It was almost romantic eating dinner with a single candle burning on the table, if it wasn’t for the knowledge that there was an unwanted house guest in the next room. You probably should have eaten in silence to make sure it went undisturbed, there was always more you wanted to know about each other. Sixteen weeks together brought a lot of insight into the other’s psyche but there was still over 20 years of history to learn.

“Did Peter teach you to cook?”

Your laugh was a little too loud in the dead of the night and you shook your head. “He can only cook a steak, and you don’t get a say in how you want it either - it’s always extra well done.” You took a sip of the wine Charles had poured and giggled at the thought of your father teaching you to cook. “There was this old woman who did the payroll at dad’s work and after mum left Betty helped step in for all the ‘girly’ stuff. Make-up, cooking, boys.”

The corner of Charles’ lips kicked up in a smirk as he sat back in his chair and sighed happily with a full stomach and contentment he had missed all evening. “I imagine you were already a natural when it came to boys.”

You mirrored his amusement and leaned your head on his shoulder when he draped his arm over the back of your chair. “Of course, one insult and I had them wrapped around my finger,” you joked.

“Worked with me.”

“But you’re weird.”

Footsteps padded down the hall and you sat up before Charlotte arrived wearing a shirt of Charles’. She froze as she found the cosy scene and the sleepy haze lifted from her face. “What is this?”

You smiled and reached for the bottle of wine to refill your glass. “I was hungry, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Would you like to join us?”

She looked at the clock and you were surprised to see it was almost 3am. Time always seemed to slip by unnoticed when you were with Charles, he was captivating that way.

“No, thank you,” she politely declined as she held a hand out to Charles. “We are going back to bed.”

Charles let her lead him from the room but he looked over his shoulder with a pout and mouthed ‘I love you’ before saying aloud, “sweet dreams.”

You smiled as you mouthed the words back and promised, “I will.”

That was the last stolen moment alone. Charlotte seemed to sleep lighter and followed Charles everywhere he went in the apartment. He couldn’t even stream alone in his office, her ever present shadow was there in the background to gate keep him from you. At night, their arguments would keep you awake and your French understanding grew to know nearly every swear word they used. 

You could see the misery in the dark bags beneath Charles' eyes each morning at breakfast. Though he no longer sat beside you, there was one perk to facing him with the table Charlotte used as a barrier between you. Warmth ran up your leg and you fought not to react to Charles’ touch, it wasn’t much but it was his quiet reassurance that everything would be okay.

Lockdown: Week Seventeen

You woke to a screech and rolled over to bury your head under your pillow. Unfortunately you weren’t able to block out her voice as it grew louder to the point she was yelling. Tossing your blankets back, you draped a robe around your shoulders and swept out of the room with a mission to find out why your sleep had been disturbed.

“Charles, can you please remind her what an inside voice is?” you asked quietly as you took a seat with him at his piano, watching the angry young woman pace around the living room.

“You live like a pig!” Charlotte growled as she picked up his dirty plate left on the coffee table. “And how hard is it to put the toilet seat down?”

You cast a side eye at Charles to see him struggling to hold a smirk in check. He was clearly enjoying himself but you were confused since he had always put the toilet seat down before, and cleaned up after himself.

“Why are there so many cushions in this place?” Her rant continued as she picked up the floral pieces you had scattered across the couch to bring colour to the room.

“I like cushions,” you answered her rhetorical question, drawing her attention to your presence.

“I know exactly what you like,” she sneered as her eyes darted to Charles before she stormed out of the room, dropping the plate in the kitchen sink as she passed.

“Where are you going?” Charles asked as he made to follow, sending a kiss your way.

“Home!”

You dropped onto the couch, enjoying the way your body sunk into the soft cushions, and listened to the rant continue while Charlotte packed her suitcase. You had to bite one pillow when Charles made a weak attempt to change her mind but then she was wheeling her luggage out the door.

Unfortunately her departing words left you little hope as she promised, “I’ll meet you at the airport.”

The door closed behind her and Charles leaned his back against it with a sigh. You cocked a brow at him before he slid the deadbolt home and all but jumped over the back of the couch, pinning you under his body.

“Finally, I have you all to myself,” he hummed happily against your lips but you tugged his hair back so he could see the confusion on your face. “What? I missed you.”

“You planned all that?”

He shrugged and dipped his head to capture your lips that left you needing more of his kisses and less of his clothes. “I was hoping she was going to break up with me, but I’ll keep working on that. PR can’t be mad at me if it’s her choice.”

You combed your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands that were in need of a trim again. “But what happens next? They’ll just set you up with another woman that fits their image for you.”

He shook his head adamantly and pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m done with that. I’ll tell them I need to focus on my career or something to get them off my back. There’s only one woman I want, Bambi.”

You tried not to let his promise affect you but the butterflies in your stomach turned to a burn across your cheeks and you buried your face in his neck. His deep laugh reverberated from his chest as he kissed your temple and started to climb off you.

“Hey, where do you think you are going?” you asked as his weight was lifted from you.

“I was going to bed,” he said with a smirk as he started to walk towards the hall. “Coming, ma biche?”

The cushions went flying as you scrambled to your feet and raced after him. It felt as if the universe had righted itself when you closed your door behind you and found Charles stretched across your bed. For a moment you just leaned back and enjoyed the view that you had missed, but only for a moment - you had better ideas on how to spend your time. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you pointed out.

“Why don’t you come and change that?” he challenged with a smirk. Making himself comfortable, he tucked his hands behind his head but the movement tugged the bottom of his shirt up to tease you with the deep V lines you wanted to run your tongue along.

“With pleasure.” You untied your robe and let the material fall to the floor before you stalked him down and reached for his sweatpants. You dragged the soft cloth down and he lifted his hips to make it easier, not that it would have stopped you.

You dipped your head down, grazing your teeth over his hip bone and goosebumps prickled across his skin. His breath caught in his chest as the tingling feeling spread over his body and he chuckled at the sight of it. It was a reaction he had never had with anyone else, there was no one else who could possibly elicit such a feeling with just one touch. 

“Fuck,” he shuddered breathlessly when you lashed your tongue along one V line. He could feel your breath warm on his cock before it cooled as you climbed higher and he groaned at the smirk on your lips. You were playing with him. 

“Be patient,” you warned as you grabbed his shirt and tugged it up his chest. 

“It’s been 9 days, Bambi,” he gasped when you nipped his nipple before easing the sharp pain with your tongue.

“Exactly.” You peeked up his body from under your lashes and enjoyed the strained look on his face, his brows pinched together and his hands in fists behind his head. He was struggling not to take control and bury himself in you. “I have to make up for lost time.”

You pushed him to his limit as you nipped and sucked your way across his body from his neck to his thighs. “Please, ma biche,” he finally whined as his hard cock pulsed with the need to feel your wet warmth. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” You sealed your lips around the swollen tip and hummed in delight at the taste of him. There wasn’t a word that could describe it but it was an aphrodisiac of the highest strength. Need grew to a throb between your legs and your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched your thighs together. 

A deep groan had your eyes opening and you found a wild look in Charles’ before he reached for your arms. You let him guide you up his body thinking he was going to spear you down on his cock but he shuffled down the bed and positioned you over his face. “My turn, mon amour.” 

Your fingers clutched at the headboard as his tongue expertly found all the spots that made you see stars. Like you, he hadn’t forgotten how to drive you wild in the long days since Charlotte’s arrival. 

“Please, Charles,” you begged as he teased around your clit, keeping you dancing on the precipice of oblivion. He teased and he teased until a growl of frustration tore from you lips and you combed your fingers into his hair so you could grind your hips over his face, taking what you needed from him. 

Satisfied and smiling, you were flipped onto your back and Charles chuckled as he kissed his way up your body. “That was rude.”

“You love it,” you fired back with an equally daring smirk that fell away when your lips parted with a soft gasp as he thrust his hips forward and buried himself inside you.

“Fuck, I do,” he agreed with a moan. His breath heated your neck as he kissed your racing pulse, caressing your skin with his lips until he reached yours. “I love you.”

Click here for the next part.

[johnpriceslamb]

𝓽 𝓱 𝓻 𝓮 𝓪 𝓭 𝓮 𝓭 𝓮 𝓵 𝓮 𝓰 𝓪 𝓷 𝓬 𝓮

🪡 Before you joined the gang, you used to be a tailor. An event was coming up soon which involved looking fancy, meaning that you had to take his measurements for a new suit.

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ very suggestive content w/ javier ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k

🪡 arthur morgan ⋆ charles smith ⋆ john marston ⋆ javier escuella (sep) x f! reader

🪡 𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷,

“stand still!”

You prattle on for the umpteenth time this evening. The loyal enforcer of the gang grunts at the feeling of the cold tape measure wrapped around his bare waist, as he begrudgingly lifts his arms up to avoid messing up the measurements.

“For someone so little,” He groans at the feeling of the flexible measure tightening deliberately around him, “You sure do have a lot of attitude.”

You ignore him, of course. You scribble down the exact number of his measurement down on a piece of paper with a slight hum. The beads of your delicate necklace hang delicately off your neck as you bend over the edge of the table a bit, elbows propping your demure head for support. Arthur couldn’t help but boredly take a peak of what you were writing down, before ultimately sighing as he hopes for this to go a little quicker.

the cigar in his mouth hangs low on his bottom lip, embers flying out from the tip. He takes another slow drag, before letting it out with a gentle sigh- to your direction. You throw the man a puffed-cheek glare, your little nose scrunching up at the smell.

He wouldn’t admit the fact that he felt warm when your fingers would touch his body so subtly when measuring him. Or when your face was so close to his ragged skin, he could really feel your soft breath. Did you always look that pretty when you’re concentrated?

“Hey, Arthur?” That familiar high-pitched voice catches his attention. His hands lazily grab ahold of his low-hung belt, before leaning in.

“Mh?” He lowly grunts, squinting his eyes at the sight of your beady eyes staring up at him. He chews at the end of his cigarette, letting out a huff when the smoke unexpectedly enters inside his body.

You cheekily smile, tinkering your dewy lashes at him to feign innocence. The pencil in your grip is tapped multiple times on the paper, “Wouldn’t pink be a suitable colour choice for your suit?”

“[name].” You’re lucky you were blessed with a cute little face, otherwise he’d have no issue throwing you in the lake nearby.

🪡 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱,

“..I’m not familiar with getting measured, I apologise if I make anything difficult.” Charles quietly explains to you in that baritone voice he had. You can’t help that sweet fluttering in your chest at the apology.

“Nonsense!” You wave him off with a toothy smile, “All you’ll have to do is stand still.”

The gentle giant in-front of you slowly nods. He’s not uncomfortable, but he’s kind of on the edge since this was new to him. But since it’s you, he can feel some of the tension in him melt. Usually, he tends to avoid interacting with other people at camp.

But you? Something about you made him draw closer.

“Just a matter of standing still? I think I can manage with that. No trouble with me.” A ghost of a smile slowly etches onto his dark skin at your expression. Almost.. puppy like.

You’re about to measure his full height to ensure the exact proportions of the suit are balanced, only to realise..

Your height (lack thereof.. oops.) comes in as a bit of an issue here. For plot purposes, there aren’t any stools around nor could you go on your tippy toes to measure him fully.

“..Ah.” Charles blinks at the situation. Amusement crosses his face, before gesturing to hand over the end of the measuring tape. He holds it just at his head, patiently watching you peak at the number it falls down to at his ankles.

“Oh my..” You let out a tiny squeak at the number, a shy smile appearing on your sweet face before scribbling it down on a piece of paper nearby.

“Oh my?” He repeats you, “What? Is that.. Is that bad?”

“No, no!” You stammer, meekly brushing your hands over your light pink petticoat, “You’re just.. Y’know. You’re tall.”

“Oh?” He smiles lightly, lovingly looking at your light expression, “I hope that won’t be too much of a problem.”

“It’s not a problem. Quite the opposite, actually.” You quietly mumble the last part. Oh dear, you can feel his gaze, practically warming up your soul, staring at you as if you hung the stars. You feel your cheeks heating up.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing!”

🪡 𝓳𝓸𝓱𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷,

never in your life have you wanted to smack a man in the face so badly.

“Woah,” John grins like a newly wet dog from running through a puddle, “Y’here to take my measurements or to feel me up?”

All you did was just wrap the tape around the swell of his hips. Your cheeks puff out, purposefully tightening the tape to get your point behind.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind either way.” He cheekily smiles, before scoffing at the feeling of the measuring tape deliberately tightening around him.

You swear you can smell the scent of booze. You ignore it, before straightening your back to measure his waist. What you can’t ignore however, was that raspy drawl his voice had which somehow makes you fall for him over and over again.

He may be as dumb as rocks, but his little antics drew you in.

“Hey,” He calls out to catch your attention. You sweetly tilt your head up, and to the side when he looks down at you.

“You gon’ pick the colours of my suit, or do I get to?” He asks curiously.

You ponder, “Well.. Do you want to?”

He thinks about it for a moment, before coming up with an answer. “Nah. Reckon you should. You’re the professional, after all.”

You can’t help but let out a soft giggle, “I wouldn’t go that far.”

When you’ve finished his measurements, you excitedly turn to him to discuss the colour choices which’ll be appropriate for the event coming up soon. Both of your eyes meet and he peers down at you with a loving gaze, it catches your breath a bit before you force yourself to look down at the notes which contained your notes.

“I think your suit should have a low v cut to really show that upper-body of yours. Perhaps a classic navy blue as your primary colour, and— Hey! Are you even listening to me?”

He blinks a few times, a bit sheepish. “I am, I just don’t got a clue on what you’re saying, sweetheart.”

You can feel your hand tighten.

🪡 𝓳𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪,

“Ah.. Quite close there, aren’t you?” He has this.. devilishly handsome smile you want to wipe off badly. He peers down at you as if you were nothing but a little dollie while you measured his chest.

“‘M not trying to be!” You whine, going just a bit lower to wrap the measuring tape around his waist now. You hum delightfully as you find the exact number, squinting your eyes to see where the tip of the measurement tape lands on.

While you’re busy with your own little thing, you don’t notice the way Javier admires you from above. He can’t help but comment on it too.

“You know,” He starts of with a slow, lazy smile. Mischievous, even.

“You’re looking very pretty working down there.” He puts a lot of emphasis on the word ‘very’ in his sentence. It’s subtle, but if you were to be paying attention to him you’d get it immediately.

You tilt your head up to innocently thank him with a small smile etched on your pretty little face, before realising what his words were implying. That little..

“Javier!” You scold him with a very high-pitched tone. You feel your dignity fading away as soon as he replies with a mocking laugh to your whining.

“You know I’m just playing around, chica. Don’t take it so seriously.” His hand goes down to cheekily pinch your squishy cheek to get his point through. You frown.

“You’re horrible.” You babble, begrudgingly taking his last measurement. You’re very tempted to give him the cold shoulder, but decided against it.

“You’re too kind.” He sarcastically replies, that same lazy grin on his face from the start as when he sees you scribbling down some notes about his measurements and preferences. You throw a tiny glare at him, “I’m the one creating your suit here, be nice!”

“Mhm? I haven’t gotten to express my gratitude yet have I?” He takes the notepad away from you, setting it aside before easily picking you up by the waist and setting you on the table, your legs dangle off the edge easily as he nears you.

“Permiteme que, querida.”

[milkyruins]

## han jisung x reader, APRON AND SWEATS

god, i think it's been at least a year or so since i've last posted. well, hi! i'm still in love with hanji!

summary: jisung asks to marry you but you're quite literally in an apron and sweats.

genre: fluff

content warnings: cursing (affectionately), joking mentions of attacking someone with pepper and evicting them

wc: ~0.4k

“that’s it, i’m going to marry you.“

you were mid-sauteeing up leftovers, but now your spatula remains frozen against the pan. “what?”

“what?” han does his signature frown/pout back at you– like he has a right to look upset that you didn’t comprehend his out-of-left-field proposal. 

“well, if you say outrageous shit like that to me, you know i’m going to do a double take.”

he huffs, cheeks inflating in disdain. “it’s not outrageous for me to want to marry the love of my life, though.”

you snort at his dramatics, reaching for the pepper grinder. “but right this instant? why?”

“because you're hot as fu-”

“can it before i douse you with pepper and kick you out.”

he giggles. “i’m joking, i’m joking.” a beat passes, the sound of the range hood’s fan consuming your kitchen. 

“there’s actually no real good reason. i just… this right here feels right. like something i want to do for the rest of my life.” he takes a breath, letting his eyelids flutter shut. a contented grin tugs at his lips. “half-assed leftovers dinners with you. aimless ‘how was your day’s and easy banter sessions. putting on whatever’s good to end the night, which inevitably ends up being love island because for some unknown reason you’re absolutely obsessed. plus, you look so goddamn beautiful and all you’re doing is doing menial labor in that ratty old apron.”

he opened his eyes again, finding his way to yours. and in his glance, you knew. there was a promise in his stare that left you speechless. at this point, the stir-fry could be charred to smithereens and you wouldn’t have noticed. 

you somehow mustered the willpower to close your slackened jaw and respond. “c’mere for a second, sungie?”

your clueless boyfriend waddled his way over to you. you reached for the nearest drawer, rummaged around, and– ah. found it.

“i hereby declare that i, your loving partner, love you very, very much and want to be yours for the rest of eternity. will you marry me, han jisung?” you slip the keyring of the measuring spoon kit around his ring finger, melting at his utterly stupefied expression. 

“you’re being for real?”

you pause. “well, let me get a redo once i properly invest in a ring. but… we’ll marry sometime in the future. i mean, after saying i look like a smoking hot bombshell in my apron and sweats, you’re literally never getting rid of me.”

jisung’s eyes started to crinkle and the largest smile known to humankind erupted across his lips. “so where’s the prenup?”

you grin, pointing towards the turnip sitting pretty on the counter, and he loses it. ♡

[toppersjeep]

Time Moves- Daniel Ricciardo X Reader

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: You had a crush on Daniel for years. But you knew your father Christian would never let you be with him. Especially after he left Red Bull. But now he’s back and all those old feelings come back. Daniel is also jealous of your new relationship with a certain driver.

(Warnings: Age gap, swearing)

Your POV

“Y/N did you hear Danny might be coming back” Max said. “Good for him I guess” I said reading over some paper work. “I know you care about him” Max said. “No not like that anymore” I said. “He’s your best friend though” Max said.

“Was Max” I said. “Well when you aren’t grumpy he’s downstairs” Max said walking away. I then followed Max downstairs. To my surprise Daniel was talking to my father about something.

“Ah there she is” Dad said. “What’s up” I said. “Ricciardo is back he’s gonna be our third driver” Dad said. “That’s awesome” I said. “I thought you’d be happier than that” Max said. “Yeah just tired you know” I said. “It’s good to see you it’s been too long” Daniel said hugging me.

“Yeah it has” I said. There it was those feelings again. The butterflies as soon as he hugged me. “I missed you” he whispered in my ear. I stepped out of the hug. “So is he staying permanently” I said. “Yeah I think so at least” Daniel said smiling.

There’s that beautiful smile. God I love that smile.

“He is” Dad said. “Well that’s good news” I said. “Yeah it is” Max said. After catching up I went outside and sat at one of the tables and typed up some reports for Red Bull. Daniel then walked out and sat across from me.

“How long do you plan on being weird around me” Daniel said. “I’m not the one who ended things” I said. “You know why I did” Daniel said. “I don’t wanna hear the silly excuses of an age gap” I said. “It’s not just that.. you know your father” Daniel said.

“Whatever I don’t care do you need something” I said. “I just wanted to talk to you” Daniel said. “I don’t want to talk to you” I said. “I’m sorry I ended things” Daniel said. “I’m only 25 Daniel it’s not that big of a difference” I said.

“But it was to me and how people would’ve looked at it” he said. “You think I give a shit about what people think” I said. “You may not but I do” Daniel said. “Whatever Daniel” I said. Someone then came up behind me and kissed my cheek.

“Hi chéri what are you working on” Charles said. “Boring reports hi” I said kissing him. “You should come hang out with me” Charles said. “How was the meeting” I said he sat beside me. “I think it went well” he said putting a hand on my leg.

“Good” I said. “Hey Daniel heard your back at Red Bull” Charles said. “Yeah I am” Daniel said. “He’s gonna be the reserve driver” I said. “That’s nice welcome back” Charles said smiling. “So how longs this been going on” Daniel said.

“What” I said. “Oh me and Y/N” Charles said. “Yeah so how long have you two been sleeping together” Daniel said. “That’s not right” I said. “Daniel what’s the problem I know you two had a past but” Charles said. “What I do doesn’t concern you” I said.

“So Christian approves of Charles huh” Daniel said. “Daniel things change” I said. “He said before he didn’t want you dating on the grid” Daniel said. “He changed his mind after Charles” I said. “I asked him permission to ask her out” Charles said.

“… of course” Daniel said. “You broke up with me so” I said. “Because I you know what you two enjoy each other” Daniel said leaving. “Well that was lovely” Charles said.

“That’s how he is” I said. “His loss” Charles said kissing my forehead. “Yeah” I said. “What’s wrong” Charles said. “I don’t know.. I just feel awful” I said. “Because he’s upset he broke up with you” Charles said. “Yeah” I said.

“Why don’t you come see me for a bit” Charles said shutting my computer. “Char baby I have work to do” I said. “It’s quiet in my drivers room” he said taking my laptop. “That’s not funny” I said. “Well then if you want your computer come with me” Charles said I followed him.

It was time for the race and I sat by the computers. Daniel was near the wall. But he then came over to sit beside me.

“Nice” he said. “What’s the problem now” I whispered. “You run back over here after hooking up with Charles” Daniel said. “What I do with my boyfriend isn’t your concern” I said. “It is when you run back over here with messy hair.. and marks on your lower neck” Daniel said.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore” I said. “Still.. at least I was more sneaky about that” Daniel said. “Please.. don’t start that jealousy shit” I said. “Me jealous I’m not” he said. “Sure you know what I’m just gonna go” I said getting up.

“Where are you going” Dad asked. “Ummm Charles wanted me to watch his race so I’m gonna do that” I said. “Alright.. have fun” Dad said. I started walking over to the Ferrari paddock.

But Daniel followed me.

“This is stalking you know” I said. “So you’re just gonna run away from me huh” Daniel said. I stopped in my tracks. “Me.. run away don’t give me that lecture you ran away” I said. “Because… I got to close” Daniel said.

“Too close” I asked. “Yes… I wasn’t supposed to do that” Daniel said. “But you did you acted like you loved me then threw me away” I said. “And now you can’t stand that I’m in love with Charles can you” I said. He looked at me.

“You’re right I can’t” Daniel said. “I moved on and you are still stuck in the past” I said. “The past that was two years ago” Daniel said. “And you messed it all up by letting me go did you ever even love me” I said. “How can you ask me that” Daniel said.

“Answer the question Daniel” I said. “Yes I loved you god I still love you” Daniel said. “If you loved me then you wouldn’t have hurt me” I said. “And what Charles is gonna give you everything you want” Daniel said.

“Yeah… he is because unlike you he put me before his career” I said. Daniel didn’t look at me. “You can’t say that I did that” he said. “You did.. Daniel .. put everything over me” I said. “I did love you” he said trying to grab my hand.

I didn’t let him.

“Now you know how I feel to be in love with someone who acted like you didn’t exist” I said. “I never meant to hurt you that much” he said. “But you did.. just let me go Daniel” I said. “But I can’t do that” Daniel said.

“Then I’ll make the decision for you” I said walking away. “Y/N please” Daniel said. “Daniel I’m getting married.. let this go” I said. “Married … what do you mean” Daniel said.

“Did you bother to look at my finger or even my instagram oh wait you blocked me remember” I said. “Your… marrying him… you were supposed to” Daniel began to say. “Supposed to what marry you.. guess you can’t have everything you want” I said walking into the Ferrari paddock.

I walked into the garage and Charles ran over and hugged me.

“My girl.. I’m so happy you’re here” Charles said. “Gotta support my favorite driver” I said. “And fiancé” Charles said I smiled. “Of course” I said. “God I can’t wait to marry you” Charles said.

____

Daniel’s POV

I went back to Red Bull and sat down by Max. Sure marrying Charles??? Out of all people

“What’s going on with you mate” Max said. “Y/N is engaged to Charles” I said. It still sounded so weird. “Oh … ha yeah they got engaged a couple months ago” Max said.

“I had no idea” I said. “I mean.. it makes since you know for well” Max said. “For what” I said. “There kid… don’t you know that” Checo said. “You’re telling me they have a child” Daniel said. “Yeah.. Jules you haven’t met him” Max said.

“How old is Jules” I asked. “Like two and a half years old” Checo said. “Yeah look here’s a picture of him with P they are best friends” Max said showing me a picture. “When did this happen” I said. “Two years ago they started dating after.. she broke up with her ex boyfriend then yk Jules came along” Max said.

“He’s Charles son” I asked. “Yeah.. why.. do you ask” Max said.

Because he might be mine….

___

Part 2 coming soon !

[keis-slut]

beautiful|j.the killer

CW: DEGRADING, CHOKING/BREATH PLAY, SPITTING, SLIGHT PRAISE

his large, bleach-white hands gripped your thighs, hugging them tightly, just as your walls did around his cock, feeling every thrust,

every throb.

"-fuck, oh, fuck"

growling, gasping moans escaping his scarred lips, surprising you that his cut smile could grow any wider than so.

your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you more, as if he couldn't get any closer, with his larger charred and blood-stained hoodie fanning off your body, breasts swaying and teasing him as they peaked out from under, revealing you bare.

he couldn't help himself but bring a calloused hand to one, squeezing it maybe a bit too harshly, creating a whimpering yelp from your lips, gasp caught in your throat.

your throat, in which he brought a hand to wrap around, squeezing just enough to stop your breathing, pussy clenching just as his hand did around your neck.

he thrusts sloppy, with his body jolting and twitching with the least bit control, just letting his body do all the work as he plowed into you, overstimulating your poor little cunt.

“-s’ too much, pl-pleas-ah!-“

he felt you only continue to tighten around him, your head faltering backwards on his pillow as he pushed deeper, cock curving into your g-spot, giving you a kiss as he spat at you.

“-t’s that, pretty? can’t hear you, bitch, t’ busy…”

your eyes opened to scanned back to his voided ones, his face now closer to yours as his breath pet your heated cheeks, his long jet hair tickling your face and jaw.

"’m gonna fuck you right to sleep, slut”

he groaned, loud, as you brought your hands to his white face, your mouth hung open, your eyes rolled back, and you couldn’t help the way your body squirmed as he fucked you.

"you're so beautiful"

you whine, now lightheaded and breathless as his hand that clenched your throat didn’t falter, hips bucking as you found a high, and rode it.

that had sent him over the edge, maybe farther, he was wild. you calling him beautiful. it's the only thing he'd ever want to hear from anyone.

he fucked absolutely feral, but if you ever call him beautiful, in any circumstance, he’ll be putty in your hands.

his grunts and movements now animalistic, his eyes growing surprisingly wider than you've ever thought for someone lacking eyelids.

He groaned, towering above you as his face was inches from yours, lips teasing ragged lips.

"oh, yeah?"

[matriarchjojo]

───FUCKIN' IN THE BACK OF A COP CAR!

RINDOU HAITANI + BIMBO!READER

18+, car sex, public sex, fingering, hand job, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, alcohol

You and rin got into some trouble in a bar and are now waiting for bonten to handle everything, but you and rin are a little tipsy and horny

All chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni

"Fuck!" Rin yelped as he was flung into the back of the cop car with his handcuffs on.

You were already in the backseat waiting for him to also get in but he refused the whole time till they forced him.

The cops now went back into the bar warning you that they will be right back.

"Everything okay, babes?" You asked concerned, he sat up and spit onto the window as the cops walked away.

The both of you were drinking when you were actually supposed to keep watch of "a person of interest" from another gang who could become a problem but when you, the vixen who was supposed to seduce the man, did exactly that.

rin was there to look out for you but since he was drinking the whole time while watching you feel up the strangers chest and inner thigh,

he started to get really irritated and came over to the both of you.

One thing led to another, and a fight started. Rin broke his nose, right arm, and his ribcage.

"Yeah, m' fine. 'nd you?" He asked, sitting up straight and leaning his head onto the seat with his cuffed hands in his lap, "Yeah, i'm fine..cuffs are too tight, though." You pouted

A suggestive smirk suddenly formed on his handsome features as his closed eyes opened again and looked at you "eh, s' not that bad, ya look hot with cuffs on" he chuckled turning his head to you and running his tongue along his bottom lip

You smirked back "are you flirting with me?" To which rin just shrugged and chuckled "i could be."

You scooted closer to him, and your face hovered over his, both smirking at each other before pushing your lips against his, rin pushed his tongue past your lips slowly. He tasted like a cola and vodka mix, and you tasted like sweet strawberry Champagne.

Rin's hand slid under your pretty and short dress to then pull your thong down and run his thick fingers along your already wet slit.

He broke the kiss to say, "Did me breaking someone's bones make ya wet? Sick fuckin' bitch" he chuckled and grabbed your hand to place it on his very obvious erection over his pants "but then again..you make me hard by just lookin' at me with those puppy eyes of yours"

His fingers played with his belt and pants to let you slide your hand in his pants and get his cock out, neither of you gave a single fuck about that you are in a cop car right now, and the cops could come back any minute, you just cared about making eachother cum as fast and as hard as possible.

Your manicured hand began to stroke his shaft slowly but quickly sped up when rin prodded his fingers against your hole and slowly pushed them in, he let out a gutteral growl at how tight you were squeezing his digits.

Rindou quickly sped his fingers up and started fucking your cunt with his fingers before pulling you over his kap to take his fingers out and Position his cock at your twitching entrance "you sure, baby?" He rasped and looked up at you through his bangs

You nodded biting your lip. Rin then proceeded to slam your hips down onto his lap, you moaned out in pain, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure once rin started to thrust his hips up into you.

"Mmhh..fuckk..tight fuckin' pussy's squeezin' me so tight" he groaned watching his thick lenght disapear into your pussy, rin bit his bottom lip as his hands grabbed the soft flesh of your ass before slapping it "you sound so cute when you're desperate, dolly" he smirked but you suddenly clenched down on him, making him scratch the seats as a sharp his left his mouth

"H-harder, rinnie- ah—!" You didn't even need to tell him cause he would've gone harder anyway, rin slammed you down into the leather seat and started fucking you like a feral dog.

Your long nails started scratching at his jacket while you tried to hold your orgasm back, but the way rin was able to hit that specific spot inside you made your toes curl in your pretty platform heels.

"R-RIN- G-GONNA—" you choked before rin grabbed your face to roughly kiss you "i know baby..fuck..gonna cum too" he gave you another quick but wet kiss in the lips "promise you'll keep my cum inside that pretty pussy of yours, yeah?" He requested completely out of breath

You were already too fucked out to properly answer, so you just nodded as your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open without a single Sound except some little squeeks coming out as you soaked the car seat in your fluids.

Rindou grinned with half lidded eyes "good fuckin' girl..so good for me- hng- fuck, fuck!" The lilac haired man above you cursed as his hips kept slamming into you until his hot seed filled your tummy.

Your cunt kept clenching, to milk him of everything he's got.

Rin pulled out and slumped down next to you, both breathing heavily. As rin ran a hand through his hairline to wipe off some sweat, he looked out of the windou to see his brother smirking and sanzu looking at him in disgust. Rindou flinched and frantically put his dick back into his pants.

Ran opened the car door as you just laid there still not really down from your high, legs spread on the seat as rindou's cum was oozing out of your abused hole.

Ran bit his lip at how hot you looked right now before looking back at his brother "seeing your dick was disturbing but, the pretty angel right there made up for it" sanzu sneaked a peak and it didn't take even a second for him to get hard too. "Now get the fuck out, we took care of the cops"

Rindou looked at you and took off his jacket to put it over you and carry you to sanzu's car.

When you two are back home, rin will run you a bath and take some more care of you <33

[jaydedstories24]

For who YOU are– Michael Langdon AHS apocalypse

Summary: after Cordelia kills Ms mead Michael Langdon kills the other witches but takes the reader hostage when he sees that the others have escaped. For the first time in Michael’s life, someone wants to know what he wants.

Warnings: kidnapping, being held hostage, Burning someone at the stake, swearing, talk of abuse.

Word count: 1.6+

Tags: @ajokeformur-ray

Y/n POV

“where did you guys go?” I say to everyone that's just walked in the door.

“To take care of a problem, dear” Myrtle says.

“and is there a reason why you went without me but everyone else” I asked.

I take a look at Zoe, Madison, queenie, Mallory and Cordelia they're all dressed in black.

“ You burnt someone at the stake didn't you” I accuse.

“Yes y/n if you must know we burnt someone at the stake” Cordelia walked passed me.

“Who” I asked.

Cordelia hasn't really spoken to me or has been really arrogant since Michael came into our lives apparently I'm the only one here that doesn't see him what everyone else says he is.

“Who” I yelled.

“the old lady with the black hairstyle” Madison answers.

“Ms. Mead you killed Ms. why on earth would you do that” I freak out.

“To show Michael that I’m done messing around with him” Cordelia says

Taking her by surprise I put both of my hands on the side of her head and forced myself into her memories.

Flashes, the burning, the smell of charred flesh.

“I will kill you all” Michael promised.

I take my hands off of Cordelia.

“I am your supreme you may have gifts that the others don’t but you will not use them on me” she orders.

“Some supreme you are you’ve practically signed our death certificates with that you do understand right? At least Fiona would’ve made a truce with him” I yell.

“Do not use my mother against me y/n” Cordelia scolds.

“I have gifts you don’t that is correct it’s also why I told you not to attack Michael everything I saw everything I warned you about” I told Cordelia.

“What you saw maybe true but that side of Michael is long gone I gave him a chance today and he turned it down” Cordelia replied.

“Of course he did you killed the one person he thought who loved him what did you think that you were going to walk off arm in arm, embrace the coven that killed the closest thing to he ever had to a mother. I don’t think he would want to bake cookies with you Cordelia” I spat

“I’m strong enough to take him y/n” Cordelia says.

“That’s a laugh” I smiled.

I turned around to walk back up the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going Missy?” Cordelia questioned.

“To paint my nails so that they’re fresh for my inevitable death, are you coming Madi? I invite her.

“No, this shits crazy I’m out for what it’s worth y/n I hope you live you’re the only one I like around here.” She walks out the front door.

“When Michael comes here and trust me he will. I won’t fight him and I won’t protect you” I warn

I walked upstairs.

Red.

Red I think is a fantastic colour to paint your nails before you die. I think painting them black is just a little on the nose.

It has started my blood runs cold I can hear the witches downstairs especially the younger ones calling out for me. But if I have any chance of being able to really meet Michael for who he is I can’t do anything. So I put my headphones on and paint my last nail.

I look up when I smell the metallic scent that blood gives off.

Michael stands at my door my breath hitches. It’s different looking into Michael’s eyes they’re look hardened much unlike the sweet past version I saw him as in murder house. However they still have the Same jaded look on his face

He stands there for a moment before racing towards me I only flinch when he blows black dust into my face.

Floating? I feel I’m floating I don’t open my eyes I’m too tired and strangely I’m at peace.

I feel someone put me on what feels like a wooden chair and put something on my wrist.

My head rolls forward and I wake up.

“Thank Satan I thought you were going to sleep forever then you wouldn’t have been very helpful to me” Michael says.

“Yeah well that stuff smells like goats ass” I say half smart.

“No that would be me actually” he tells me.

Now that he says that it gives me a moment to take in his appearance disheveled, dirty but mostly he looks broken.

“Listen Michael I know you’re going through a hard time–“ I start.

“A hard time your witches killed my Ms mead and now you’re going to help me” he yells.

“I’m not going to be much help to you” I say quietly.

“You will help me whether you like it or not” he towers over me.

To my surprise I don’t quiver when he stands over me.

“You see when the witches when they notice you’re gone they will have to come out of hiding and look for you” he tells me.

“No they won’t we got into a disagreement. I’ve been arguing with the coven for months now” I disagree with him.

There’s a look in his eyes that proves he wants to believe me but some part that thinks he can’t after everything he’s been through.

I struggle with the rope’s around my wrists. They start burning.

“They’re cursed ropes they won’t hurt you unless you try to escape” he says.

In this moment I found that interesting he doesn’t intend to hurt me. I stop resisting and relax.

“You say that the coven has had a disagreement with you. What could possibly cause that much of a rift that they wouldn’t protect their own” he asks me.

Michael sits down on a wooden box waiting for my answer.

“You, we had a disagreement about you” I answered hesitantly.

He leans forward slightly, “what about me?”

“They think you’re evil” I answered.

Michael seems suspicious for a moment, “you don’t”

I shake my head.

“Why” he scoffs.

“Because after you performed the seven wonders and the extra challenges Cordelia made us look into you. She sent Madison and I to the house you grew up in”

“What did you find there?. Did you find whatever proof you were looking for?” He seems intrigued.

“The others found what they needed to crucify you but I don’t agree with them” I answered honestly.

“If you went looking then you would have also found that I am the Antichrist” he says.

“But that doesn’t make you evil Michael it makes you powerful. I know about your upbringing, about Constance’s abuse, trying to get to know Tate as your dad and your interesting relationship with Ben. Michael I know a lot about you and I understand it but everyone your entire life has done nothing but force their opinions on you” I say softly.

He takes a moment to comprehend everything I just said to him.

“So you know full well everything I am so you understand why I’m so upset about Ms. Mead she is the one person who didn’t force anything on to me” he says softly.

I sighed. He hasn’t realised it yet but she was using him too.

“Don’t suggest otherwise to me don’t lie to me” he orders.

“Michael I’m not I promise to you I’m not” I tell him.

He seems to be waiting for an explanation.

“I have a particular gift that allows me to adsorb a memory and share it with other people would it be okay if I could share it with you” I asked him.

“That’s a trick I know better than that do not take me for a fool. You just want me to untie your hands” he says.

“No, Michael I use touch to transfer the memory using touch. I don’t want you to untie my hands until you’re ready, until you trust me and only then. I’m asking for permission to touch you” I explain.

He walks over to me and kneels down to my level, “do whatever you have to do, show me”

I lean forward the smell doesn’t really bother me anymore. I lean forward far enough that I’m barely touching him. I just need confirmation that he’s okay with this.

He stares at me with his blue eyes that seem to be staring into my soul. “Y/n it’s okay, kiss me.” This is the first time he’s said my name.

My lips touch his and lock my touch is as light as feather. I whisper the spell I need to to show him the memory.

He stays there absolutely shocked for a moment tearing and shaking.

He quickly undoes the ropes.

“I don’t even know what to say as shocking as it is I am thankful for the truth how can I thank you,what can I do for you ” he tells me.

Tears slide down his face.

I hug him. “Michael I want to get to know you for who you are.

The end

Author’s note this is my first post on my new account hope you like it. Anyway this is inspired by a conversation I had with a friend sorry I didn’t get to it sooner I’ve been busy

Requests are open

[lampiridaes]

♬ now playing: "you're blushing!"

-> perhaps some 'harmless flirting' isn't so harmless after all . . .

★ — chars ; ichika , airi , saki , tsukasa

★ — notes ; I HAVE NOW OFFICIALLY WRITTEN FOR EVERY PJSK CHAR!!!!! hoping nobody is SUPER ooc here......... prompt list can be found here >0< REQS WILL OPEN IN A FEW DAYSSSS WEHEHEHE

★ — warnings ; reader being flirty (ichika), hospital and saki's backstory mentioned once, established relationship (saki)

★ — requested by ; none

★ — taglist ; @akitosheart , @mintchocaur (tsukasa!!)

affiliated with @virtualbookstore ★

★ hoshino ichika :

it started off simple: ichika being her usual self, complimenting how you looked today. she was always the type of person to praise people for certain aspects, and you always thanked her for it, but today, you wanted to try something different.

"aww, you're such a sweetie, ichika, you know that?"

the tone of your voice had teasing written all over it, which stunned the girl that was standing right before you. she managed to fix her composure after a moment or two, nodding her head and smiling at you.

"ah... thank you, [name]-"

"not to mention pretty."

just like that, ichika was starstruck once more, only this time with a light blush spreading around her cheeks. her gaze darted around the room, stuttering and spamming while avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"oh, did i fluster you?"

"well... i'm..."

... seems like you broke her. perhaps if you tried a more... physical approach, you might just make her melt.

★ momoi airi :

making a girl like airi blush is very worth it. considering her personality, she acts absolutely adorable whenever you successfully fluster her!

but... what if it's the other way around for once?

you had asked airi to help teach you certain dance moves from more more jump songs, and surprisingly, she agreed!

and for today, she decided to teach you how she danced 'romeo and cinderella'!

"then, for this part, we have to get close to each other like this..."

she pointed to her and shizuku in the music video. at the moment, it seemed easy. just some arm movements and looking at each other, right?

"mhm, got it, got it."

wrong. you were a complete mess when you were actually doing it. this whole practice was just supposed to be for fun... and now you're-

"[name], are you blushing?"

"what..? no way, it's just the cold!"

"yeah. sure."

there was an awkward silence for a moment, with your face turning redder and redder by the second. eventually, airi spoke again, with an amused tone to her voice.

"you look cute, by the way."

"you're making it worse."

★ tenma saki :

considering saki was always at the hospital as a child, she never really got to try a few things. and of course, you wanted to show your girlfriend some of your favorites!

there was a brand new ice cream shop that opened, with dozens of flavors to choose from! and you'd be a fool not to bring her.

"saki, you've got some ice cream on your cheek..."

you giggle, watching your adorable girlfriend eat her ice cream so happily. despite how silly she looked, you couldn't help but fall for her even more.

"hehe... could you help remove it for me, sweetie?"

with such a simple request, how could you ignore it? but why wipe it off normally when you can help her in a special way, right?

you giggle and nod, now leaning in and making it seem like you'll use a tissue, but instead, you surprise her by kissing her on the cheek. maybe not as effective as wiping with a tissue, but so much cuter.

... which earned the even more adorable sight of your lover having this red hue to her face.

"are you alright, saki? you look a little..."

"i'm fine!"

you caught the poor girl off-guard, but... you really can't help it with how cute she looks like this.

★ tenma tsukasa :

rambling sessions with tsukasa aren't uncommon. your minds always seem connected—you say one thing, he agrees and says another... an endless cycle.

this time was... a different case, however.

it happened as it normally did. one of you initiated a topic, then both you kept yapping, yapping, and yapping... until tsukasa suddenly went quiet. not that you noticed, you were too busy talking about something that had piqued your interest.

that was until you noticed tsukasa stopped talking, though. instead of hearing his voice, laughing and agreeing with you, you were met with an adoring gaze from the boy in front of you.

"...stoooop, you're making me all..."

"hm? all what?"

but he was genuinely curious! he really had no clue what you were talking about, and you weren't helping by being so mysterious about it!

a light pink fills your cheeks, and once the future star right in front of you notices, he can't help but match with you.

"you, uh... i didn't mean make you- i mean..."

this was new. sure, he gets flustered around you at times, but to this extent? a sight to behold indeed.

"you're blushing."

"so are you!?"

[emerald-taur]

More Than a Friend

~Summary:

You're in love with your friend, and she makes you crazy with her behavior .

~Parings: wanda × reader

~Warnings: drinking 🍸

~Word count: 2.3K

~A/n: This was inspired by a song 🎵✨️

DO NOT COPY ANY MY WORK | MINORS DIN 18+ ONLY Disclamer: Englisch is not my first language. Fell free to comment and like

You caught sight of her among all these people ,standing near the bar, talking to someone.

She wears a red dress, it's laying gracefully around her form, reminiscent is the vibrant color of deep crimson red. It's adorned with delicate gold accessories, and each piece glistens softly against her honeyed skin.

As she turned your way, a smile graced her lips, a sight that always meqns so much to you. You couldn't help but remember the times when her expression was clouded with tears instead with her heartwarming smile, following the loss of her twin.

You stood by her side through every tear and heartache. However, as time passed, you weren't as close anymore.

No midnight talks, no movie night, no girls' nights anymore.

Maybe it's for the better. Now, you can at least overcome this stupid feeling you get every time you look into her eyes.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you shifted your gaze away, turning to face the person standing behind you.

It was Natasha, as stunning as ever in her impeccably tailored dark blue pantsuit. She handed you a drink with a gentle smile, the glass filled with a red cherry swimming in perfectly clear vodka.

This drink was exactly what you needed in this moment, still felt the lingering presence of those emerald green eyes. As the comforting warmth of the liquid coursed through you, you finally could shake the memory of this green.

"Feeling better ?"

"Yeah , thanks, Tascha. Please tell me, will it ever go away ?"

"You ask the wrong person , you the only one who I let come this close , still don't know how that happened. "

" I'm just that charming am I."

"Funny but no, not really, you're just you."

"Mh"

"Just so you know, she's on her way to you."

"W-WHAT."

She already left, that b-tch.

Not even a few seconds later, you knew tascha was right. The tap on your arm confirmed it.

Looking down at your , now emty glass, you took a gulp, then turned to Wanda with a slightly awkward smile.

"Hey wands, y-you doing ok ?"

"Yeah, everything is okay. Are you this is your fourth drink tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, no worries, I'm fine, and tascha looks out for me, so no troubles."

"Oh, ok"

Now, both of you stood there awkwardly, your gazes locked, unsure of what to say or do next.

Then, she excused herself and hurriedly left to catch up with Vision, you assume . Their bond had been strong since the day he came. You think it's because of the Mind Stone, but it also was the day she began to distance herself.

Turning back to the bar, you signaled for another drink, hoping to make a stop to the swirling thoughts in your mind.

The rest of the night blurred , you just awoke the next morning in a friend's bed but not the one you wished you would have. She, too, possessed green eyes, but they were not the ones that haunted you.

Before Natasha awoke, you quietly slipped away to your own room.

Breakfast was an awkward affair; all eyes seemed to turn toward you as you walked in. Even Tony couldn't resist his playful jab, sending his regards for a "very fun night".

You want the floor to swallow you and never let you return.

What you didn't expect was Wanda settling beside you, her smile melting my heart and igniting a warmth within you.

Now, smiling foolishly idiot at your plate, you couldn't help but wonder what had happened yesterday night.

"Y/n we're both of duty want to watch a movie, I know there is some new movie that just came out you would like."

"Ah-h real-ly, I mean yeah, sure."

"Good I will come to your room after training."

You nodded with a big smile that reached your dark blue eyes.

Continuing to avoid Natasha, you took charge of planning the evening, gathering snacks and drinks, securing Tony's Beamer, and grabbing a few extra pillows for added comfort for both of you.

Natasha was puzzled, wondering why you had left before her. Knowing you weren't a morning person, it was unusual for you to be up before her, and she couldn't help but notice your attempts to avoid her.

Knowing Natasha's direct nature, she wasted no time and headed straight to your room,wanting an explanation, coincidentally crossing paths with Wanda along the way.

You opened the door with a smile that quickly faded when you saw Natasha standing there, her expression confused and determined.

"Sorry, wanda, I will steal her for a few minutes."

She nodded, looking at both concerned.

Natasha walked inside. She closed the door behind her and took a seat on your bed, her presence filling the room with an air of tension.

"What your problem ?"

"Mh no, no problem."

"Bullsh-t. I won't ask again."

With Wanda standing just outside, your nerves were on edge, uncertain if she was listening in on your conversation.

But with Natasha determined to talk things out, you knew she wouldn't leave until you had a conversation. So, despite your nerves, you began to talk.

"Look last night , what we did I-I was-/."

"Wait, what do you think we did ?"

"You know ."

"Yeah, no, we didn't, but this let's me know you don't remember anything, do you ?"

"Uh, you don't know how happy it makes me , I mean your coll and all, but .."

"I know you're madly in love with the one waiting outside your door."

"Sssh."

She laughed: "No, you don't remember."

"Remeber what ?"

"What you did."

"Why, what did I do ?"

"Talk to wanda."

With that, Natasha left, allowing Wanda to enter your room.

You were afraid to ask her, so you simply started the movie, hoping to distract yourself from the unresolved mystery.

That's when you began to grow close again, rekindling your movie nights and midnight talks and more. Despite the lingering tension, it felt like old times were finally returning.

Like today, she came over, and you talked about what had been happening with the others. Although you still didn't know what had transpired at that party you think you don't need ro know.

She shared her excitement about the new coffee shop she visited with Natasha, expressing her love for the cozy atmosphere and delicious drinks.

Seeing her talk so passionately once more made you yearn to hear her voice all the time. The way she becomrd excited over the smallest things reminded you to appreciate the little joys in your life.

She paused mid-sentence, her gaze shifting to me with a smile playing on her lips.

"What ?" You asked her.

"Nothing, I just like how you look at me like that. "

Your cheeks flushed with warmth, a definite hint of red coloring them in response to her.

Then she laughed sweetly and reached for your book from the bedside table, her laughter filling the room with a sense of lightness and warmth.

That night, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep, the memory of that moment and her words replaying incessantly in your mind. Making you smile the whole night.

Tony barged in in the morning, disrupting the peace and quiet, as he rallied everyone to go to his ridiculous party.

Despite any reluctance, it seemed obligatory for all of you to participate. After all, it was his birthday, and Tony wouldn't let you forget it, making sure the day was one to remember for "centuries."

"Y/n, I will trop by to get ready with you, alright."

"Yeah, no problem, wands.

That's how you found yourselves getting ready together right now. You were lying on the bed while Wanda worked her magic, giving your makeup a makeover.

What was decently needed, her world not yours.

She was so focused on your makeup that you couldn't help but watch her, taking in every detail of her concentration and skill.

You noticed her mouth; she had a habit of biting her lips when she was concentrated, a subtle gesture that added to your sinking heart.

Just as if she could sense the moment Natasha barged in, questioning why it was taking so long. Wanda and you quickly pulled apart, distancing yourselves faster than you could even process the situation.

Natasha led both of you to the party, discussing her time to relax after her hard work. However, your attention was elsewhere as you found myself watching Wanda instead of listening to her.

And as usual at all parties, you drank, perhaps a little more than usual. Oh, the last party was far more than usual , so just you now.

As the night progressed, you couldn't help but wonder if Wanda felt the same way you did.

Your hands wrapped around her body as you danced together, her gaze meeting yours with a hint of something more, and she was bitting her lip in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

You decently want to be more then friends.

After that party, confusion consumed you. The mixed signals from Wanda left you questioning everything.

So fucking confusing the way that she texts you ,keeps saying I love you. Does she really mean it ?

Especially when she bites her lips and looks at you like that.

Then, one night, on the team's get-together, you had only one drink, but that was enoth .

She came over , called it a girls' night, she took her clothes, you knew she was your type.

So you keep in this in touch because you want to touch each other.

Those nights were the worst and simultaneously the best you can have. Beacuse you had her, but it felt like you didn't. So, you truly have didnt had her at all.

This girls has you all messed up.

Natasha was the first to notice the change in your relationship. Wanda's shift in attention toward you instead of Vision didn't go unnoticed, and you weren't as sad as before, but also nit as happy as you should have been.

Lastly, she saw the two of you together in the middle of the night, a sight that confirmed her suspicions about the changing dynamics between Wanda and you.

As she noticed your lack of genuine happiness, she sat you down to talk, wanting to understand what was wrong now that you were finally with Wanda. But learning that Wanda and you weren't in a relationship and were just having fun took her by surprise ,cause she knew that both of us loved each other, which made the situation even more perplexing for her.

"Why don't you tell her ?"

"I can't, Tascha."

"Why not ? You two are basically made for each. "

"I remember Tascha."

"What ?"

"The night at the party."

"But that good then you should know ? I mean, you two were so into each other, and wanda was .."-/-?

"I tolled her I liked her."

"Wait you did ?"

"She said you're the best...."

"Oh"

"Yeah, oh , so I want to destroy what I have now."

Natasha didn't understand. Wanda had mentioned she was considering telling you, so why did she respond this way to your confessing?

She remembered overhearing Wanda and Vision talk about you. It waz Wanda wondering if you wanted to be more than just friends.

"Vision, I want to more than a friend .Do you think she feels the same ? Does she want me back ?" Wanda was wondering.

With Natasha's confusion, she concluded that the reason only could be miscommunication. So what could she do to help you ?

......

Sometimes, the stupidest ideas are the most effective. So yeah It sounds like a plan.

The next morning, both of you found a letter at the doorstep instructing you to meet Natasha in the training room.

Both of you went, uncertain of what Natasha wants and feeling nervous and unsure of each other's intentions (wanda and yours).

What they didn't know was that Natasha was waiting behind the door, instructing Friday to close it the moment both of us entered. She was determined to let you two have a private conversation and would fight anyone who thought now would be the perfect time to train.

Now, there you were, alone in a room with no escape, the awkwardness hanging heavily between you two.

And in that moment, amidst the palpable tension and uncertainty, you knew that whatever happened next would change everything.

Sitting on the bank, five meters apart, a comfortable and not so complex silence enveloped you. You started fidgeting with your fingers, and Wanda absentmindedly twirled her necklace.

"Y/n do you remember now ? Is that why Natacha locked us up."

"Yeah, look, I'm sorry we don't have to talk about it. o know we're we're just having fun, nothing new ."

"If you want it just to be fun, thats ok"

"If you want to."

Then, she turned to you and asked if you would be upset if she didn't want our relationship to be just fun anymore.

At first, you misunderstood, thinking she meant she didn't want to be with you in any sense anymore. But ypu soon realized you were strongly mistaken.

Wanda closed the distance between you two. Your lips met in a kiss filled with all the pent-up emotions, expressing all the longing, confusion, and love that had been building between you two. And in that moment, everything else faded away.

With your hearts racing and your breaths synced, you pulled back slightly, gazing into each other's eyes. "I've been wanting to tell you for so long," Wanda whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you, more than words can express."

tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to cup her cheek. "I love you too, Wanda," you confessed, your voice filled with emotion. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

With both of your heartfelt confessions, the fog of confusion that had clouded your relationship finally lifted, and everything became clear.

You were sure a bright future awaited you, and Wanda will be by my side, ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

In the end, it was clear that both of you wanted more than friends.

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

Hello, can I ask for one of Lee Lucifer and ler Angel Charlie Alastor? While everyone is sitting together and chatting, maybe Angel, who is in flirting mode, touches a few private parts of Lucifer while flirting with him. In other words, it makes Lucifer tickle, but Lucifer tries not to show it. When Charlie notices Lucifer, who doesn't speak and reacts too much to touches, when he learns that his father is tickled for the first time, he may be filled with pure happiness, and when he hears his father's cute giggles, his desire to tickle him may increase.

While Charlie Alastor and a little Angel are tickling Lucifer, I want the other hazbin hotel residents to teased, please, and Lucifer can blush with all the teasing while laughing like crazy🥺😍

I would be very happy if you do it, thank you💓💓

I can certainly try!

Accidental Discoveries

Summary: While flirting with Lucifer Angel accidentally finds out a secret about the King of Hell

Small T.W: Light swearing

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It was surprisingly calm in the hotel for once. Husk was cleaning glasses at the bar with Angel sitting and flirting with him as usual, Alastor sat on the couch with Niffty chatting excitedly on his shoulder about a new bug she’d killed and Charlie was also sat on the couch with Vaggie behind her talking about the newest updates for the hotel.

All was peaceful before a certain devil walked into the room. “Hi dad!” Charlie chirped as Lucifer rounded the couch to go sit next to Charlie but right as he did Charlie’s phone rang.

“Oh I gotta take this, I’ll be right back!” Charlie exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and disappearing into a nearby hallway with Vaggie in tow

Just then Angel noticed that Lucifer had come into the parlor and sauntered over, taking Charlie’s place next to the King.

“Heya short king~” Angel spoke in a sultry voice, moving one of his hands up to trace along Lucifer’s sides

The devil stiffened under the touch but not for the wrong reason, thankfully though Angel didn’t seem to notice.”H-Hehello, A-Angel Dust was ihit?” Lucifer spoke, careful not to let too many giggles slip out.

“Ah so you’ve heard of me hmm?” Angel replied in that same sultry voice, adding another arm to trace along Lucifer’s sides and upper body. “A-Angel, w-whahat are you doing?” Lucifer stuttered, realizing that Angel didn’t notice what he was doing to Lucifer.

“Oh what’s wrong short king? Do you not like this?” Angel half-teased half-sounded concerned as he poked Lucifer a few times to see if he would react and oh boy did he.

Just then Charlie and Vaggie returned and caught sight of what Angel was doing to Lucifer, they noticed he was flirting with the king, but he was also doing something else…

Vaggie snorted at the sight catching Angel’s attention, “What’s so funny Toots?” Angel asked her with a smile, “You want in on this too?” Angel quipped, still not stopping and oblivious to what he was doing to Lucifer.

“A-Ahangel.” Charlie began, hiding her grin and snickers behind her hands as she watched Lucifer squirm a little as Angel kept it up, “You do realize you’re tickling my dad right? I know you’re trying to be flirty but you’re tickling him.” Charlie explained through soft giggles at the sight.

“Huh, a lil ticklish short king?” Angel very quickly switched from flirty to teasy in a matter of seconds, Lucifer buried his face in his hands at the teasing but was quickly stopped as his hands were pulled away but something black and slithery.

Just then Lucifer’s gaze shot to his left where Alastor sat, ever present amused grin hidden behind a mug he was drinking out of. “Fuhuhuck you Bahambi!” Lucifer snapped nervously as Angel and Charlie approached him.

“Cohohohome ohon Char Chahar, we can tahalk about thihis!” Lucifer protested but Charlie only shook her head. “Sorry dad but this is too cute not to exploit! Also this is payback for not telling me about this before!” Charlie exclaimed, descending her hands and clawing at Lucifer’s underarms as she said that.

“Chahaharlie!” Lucifer yelped as he was playfully attacked, “Aww did you forget about me short king? Really I’m offended.” Angel taunted, moving one set of arms up to squeeze at Lucifer’s sides and using the other to trace his thighs making his laughter jump an octave.

“Wow, never pegged you as the ticklish type Your Majesty.” Vaggie commented, “You can say that again.” A new voice spoke up and everyone turned to look at the bar where Husk spoke up from.

“Husker! Never expected you to speak in a situation like this.” Alastor spoke earning a grumble something about not wanting anything to do with him as Husk went back to cleaning glasses.

“The bad boy is ticklish?” Niffty commented, scurrying off of Alastor to perch on Charlie’s shoulder instead who had moved to clawing at Lucifer’s upper ribs making the king buck.

“He is! Surprisingly so as well, Dad what would you do if an enemy found out about this?” Charlie teased, “TehehehEHEHEahasing ihihis vehehery uncharacteristic of yohohou Chaharlie!” Lucifer laughed as Angel moved to claw at his stomach.

“Switch with me Angel dear.” Alastor spoke, surprising everyone as he stood up. Angel only shrugged with his characteristic smirk before backing off and letting Alastor switch places with him. “Gohood luck short king.” Angel spoke, taking Alastor’s place on the couch as Alastor took Angel’s.

“Fuhuhuhuck ohohoff behehellhohop!” Lucifer snapped at Alastor, face burning a red color as Alastor sat next to him. “Don’t worry I’ll play nice..for now.” Alastor quipped, taking one clawed hand and fluttering it over the devil’s neck making him scrunch up his shoulders, laughter becoming lighter and more breathy.

“Aww dad that’s cute!” Charlie cooed, teasing him in the process. “Ihihim nohohohot cuhuhute Chahaharlie!!” Lucifer protested but was quickly silenced and Charlie’s fingers creeped closer to his back as Alastor’s hands moved to his stomach, clawing at the fabric there.

“Chahahaharlie plehehease!” Lucifer pleaded as his daughter’s hand got closer to his back, “A little ticklish Your Majesty?” Vaggie taunted lightly making Lucifer snort, “Dohohon’t tehehease mehehe! CHAHAHARLIE!!” Lucifer yelped loudly, as Charlie ducked right as Lucifer’s wings flared out from Charlie scratching over his back.

Quickly the princess grabbed hold of one of his wings, digging into the feathery skin there making his other wings flap. “C-CHAHAHAHARLIE!! NOHOHOHOT THE WIHIHIHINGS!!” Lucifer screeched, laughter picking up as Alastor started clawing at his ribs.

“PLEHEHEHASE YOHOHOU TWO!!” Lucifer cackled, face feeling like it was on fire and with a laugh, Charlie released him and as did Alastor. His wings immediately slumped to his sides as he let out the residual laughter still in his system.

“You okay there dahad?” Charlie asked him, relieved when he gave her a thumbs up, “Yohou are ruthlehehess Chaharlie.” Lucifer commented sitting up and fixing his hat, making the red in his face disappear as he recovered.

“Now I have to go do uhm. Important things!” Lucifer told everyone, face heating up again as he spun on his heel and went to walk down a corridor. “You mean like more ridiculous ducks?” Alastor called after him and Lucifer only threw a curse out and flipped the bird at Alastor over his shoulder making everyone laugh behind him and that’s when he grinned to himself and decided.

Maybe them knowing wasn’t so bad after all.

(Another note sorry if this one was short or if I did it wrong I tried to do what you asked but I hope you enjoyed! I certainly did, great request! ^^)

[f1goat]

into it x lando norris + part one

In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him

masterlist - playlist

You don’t know if you have ever met anyone who’s more annoying then Lando Norris. To be honest, you’re pretty sure that you didn’t. You can safely say that you have never met a more annoying person then him. There’s no one else that can frustrate you this much by being in the same room as you. He’s the most frustrating, childish and annoying person that you have ever met. Nobody will ever beat him probably. 

It’s always about him. Whenever he walks into a room, he needs all the attention. He always talks about the girls that he fucked in the weekend or on the week days. Everyone needs to hear all about his fuck boy stories. He expects every girl to fall for him. Whenever he walks into a room, you can already see him searching for a potential fuck. It’s the absolute worst. He’s the absolute worst. 

Even now. Your brother just won the first race of the formula one season. If it’s up to you, your brother is the man of the evening. He should have the chance to tell everyone about his race. He deserves the attention. Apparently Lando thinks different about that. Since the boy walked in to the room, he keeps on talking about his own race and about the girl he met after it. Did he even congratulate your brother? 

You really don’t understand why your brother is friends with him. You find yourself wishing very often that they weren’t friends. If that wish only came true. 

“Hey babygirl.”

Another reason that you dislike - or actually hate, him. You don’t even need to look up to see who’s talking to you. Something that’s quite hard in a room with this much people. Only he calls you babygirl. If you will ever get a boyfriend he can never nickname you babygirl. It’s ruined. Another thing ruined by Lando. 

You do look up to him after a bit of waiting. What does he want this time? He knows that you don’t like him, it’s hard to miss. Before you can ask him what he wants or tell him he needs to get lost, your brother jumps in the starting conversation. 

“I hate that nickname you got for her,” Charles tells Lando. 

“Me too,” you add. 

“Don’t lie babygirl,” Lando teases you further. 

You know he’s teasing you to get a reaction. He always does. And stupidly, you bite all the time. Something about him triggers everything in you. You let out a big sigh. 

This was suppose to be a fun night out. Celebrating your brothers win with a nice club night. Of course you knew beforehand that Lando was also coming, but you hoped that you could ignore him. Something that failed once again. 

You don’t respond to Lando, but you do send a gaze of annoyance towards Charles. You have asked him multiple times why he’s friends with Lando, but you still don’t understand his reasons. According to Charles, Lando is a nice friend. One of his best friends even. You don’t get that. How can anyone like him be a good friend? 

Charles told you once that Lando behaves a bit different when you’re around. You told Charles that he’s probably more annoying when you are around. 

“Can I get you a drink?” Lando asks you. 

“I can get myself a drink,” you tell Lando annoyed. As if you would let him get a drink for you. 

“Ah, bring me a Sprite then as well,” Lando responds with a teasing smile.

“No drinking?” Charles asks Lando. You almost forgot that your brother was also standing with you and Lando. 

“No, I’m driving tonight,” Lando explains, “If you want I can bring you and Y/N back to the hotel later.”

“That’s great!” Charles exclaims enthusiastic. 

“No it’s not, he will probably find a girl to spend the night with and ditch us,” you remark annoyed.

“Jealous?” Lando quickly asks you. 

“In your dreams,” you bite back. 

“In your dreams we’re probably fucking,” Lando is quick to reply to you. 

Before you can respond Charles gives Lando a playful smack at the back of his head. “A bit too far mate,” Charles tells Lando. You sent a thankful smile to your brother. Lando keeps quiet. You decide to walk away from the two boys to get yourself a drink. 

After getting your drink, you decide to go over somewhere else in the club. You aren’t in the mood for another encounter with Lando. He has annoyed you more then enough for tonight. You spend the rest of your night talking and dancing with Pierre Gasly.

Pierre has always been a friend of Charles. You haven’t seen him for awhile now, but you know the contact between him and your brother is low at the moment. Maybe Pierre also doesn’t like his new friendship with Lando? Pierre spins you around while dancing with you. While spinning around in the club you notice a pair of eyes on you. It’s probably a coincidence, it can’t be that Lando his angry gaze is meant for you or for Pierre. 

You ignore Lando for the rest of the evening. He is probably annoyed that he isn’t annoying you right now. Since that seems the thing he lives for lately. 

The night is going by quickly, you are having fun with Pierre. When Lando taps you onto your shoulder, you barely notice it at first. He yells your name into your ear to get your attention. Surprised you look at him, where did he come from? You notice that Charles is standing next to him. It’s hard to miss the drunk state of your brother. 

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Lando tells you. He looks annoyed at you. You’re surprised that he’s actually bringing you back to the hotel. It’s probably not because of Charles, your brother is probably even drunk enough to forget his own name right now. Maybe Lando is annoyed because he made the promise to bring Charles and you home? Maybe he wanted to stay longer. Well, he’s not the only one who wanted that. You nod towards Lando, “Give me a minute.”

“I’m going back to the hotel Pierre, see you soon?” You say your goodbye to Pierre. 

Pierre says goodbye to you as well. He presses a small kiss against your cheek. Is that Lando scoffing on the background? You turn around to look at him, but he ignores you. It seems like he is busy sending annoyed looks at Pierre. 

You softly tap Lando at his arm. His annoyed gaze is broken when he looks over at you. He notices that you’re ready to go. Without saying anything towards Pierre, he takes your hand and walks in the direction of the exit. You try to let him drop your hand, but Lando doesn’t budge. 

At one point Lando turns around a bit annoyed. You’re still trying to get your hand free again. Lando stops walking, you almost walk into him. Why is he stopping? Charles is still walking in front of you two, he hasn’t noticed that you and Lando stopped walking behind him. He’s probably in his own drunken world right now.

“Stop being so annoying,” Lando tells you. 

“You’re being annoying,” you exclaim frustrated, “just drop my hand.”

“So that I can lose you behind me and go back searching for you? I’m not in the mood to wait for you again because some bloke is trying to talk to you,” Lando scoffs annoyed. 

You let out an annoyed sigh, but you don’t talk back to Lando. He has a point. With Lando holding your hand, you can pass everyone quickly. Everyone moves aside for the formula one driver, you can just follow him. When you would walk for yourself without him pulling you with him, it will probably take you a lot longer to reach the club exit. 

A few minutes later you are sitting in the backseat of Lando his rented car. You’re kinda surprised that there isn’t another girl joining you on the backseat. Isn’t Lando bringing a girl back to the hotel? 

You don’t engage in the conversation between your brother and Lando. Charles is drunk, he keeps repeating the same things to Lando. He keeps on talking about this being his season, but it will also be the season of Lando his first win. 

You’ve noticed it before. Lando is very keen on winning soon. Of course, every formula one drivers wants to win every race. But lately Lando has been obsessed with it. He still has a year or two more with McLaren, but after around five seasons he still hasn’t gotten his first win. You know that he is doubting about his future. This will be the season that he needs to make a choice about his future. He told Charles many times. You were just unlucky enough to be around at the time of all those conversations. 

“You will win this season Lando, I feel it!” Your brother exclaims loudly. 

“I don’t know Charles,” Lando tells your brother, “I don’t want to get my hopes up high.”

You keep quiet, this is not a conversation for you to engage in. Instead of listening to Lando and Charles, you focus on the music that is playing in the car. You can say a lot of Lando, all bad things, but you can’t deny that the boy has a good music taste. Softly you tap along with the music. 

Charles fells quiet after a bit. There’s an uncomfortable silence hanging in the car. It’s pretty awkward. You don’t feel like talking to Lando or you drunk brother, but the silence is also pretty unbearable. 

“So, you and Pierre, huh?”

Apparently you and Lando are talking now. Great. Great subject too. 

“Just friends,” you tell Lando. 

“Ah, I didn’t knew friends touched each other like that,” Lando is quick to respond to you. 

“What are you saying?” You ask annoyed. 

“That you and Pierre were all over each other,” Lando replies, his tone is even more annoyed then yours. 

You are getting worked up now. What’s up with Lando? Why does he even care about you and Pierre. 

“Maybe if you focus more on racing instead of me and Pierre, so you can actually get that first win that you’re so desperate for,” you tell Lando angrily. 

When the words leave your mouth, you already know that you have taken it too far. Even your drunk brother is looking weirdly at you. Your remark was rude. It was low. Fuck. Lando deserved something back after talking you like that, but not something as mean as you just said. You made things way too personal. Fuck. 

Lando keeps silent. You are doubting about your next move. Should you say that you went too far and apologize? Or should you just keep quiet as well. You don’t know. Maybe if you don’t say anything, he will notice that you’re serious about him being annoying. Maybe he will even stop bothering you as much as he does. But still, you went too far with that remark. You should apologize for saying something that mean. 

Before you can make your decision, you’re already back at the hotel. Lando is helping Charles out of the car, while you stand still to wait for them. The three of you walk inside to hotel, quickly going to the elevator. 

When Charles and you are standing in the elevator, Lando keeps standing in front of it. 

“I’m taking the stairs,” he announces.

“All ten of them?” You ask surprised. 

Lando just nods. He doesn’t say anything else. You tell him a thank you for bringing you and Charles back to the hotel, but he doesn’t respond to that as well. You let out a sigh. You should apologize, right? 

+++

That night you can’t sleep. You’re lost in your thoughts about Lando his behavior. You have already decided that you need to apologize, but you don’t know when. Tomorrow Charles will probably be around all the time, you don’t want him to intervene. But when can you apologize? You think about sending Lando a text, but that seems a stupid idea. If you were so brave to say those words to his face, you should also apologize face to face. 

You: Are you still up?

The text you just send is making you anxious. Lando is quick to reply. 

Lando: Yes

You step out of your bed. Quickly you put on your leggings and a basic sweater. Without giving it another thought, you walk over to Lando his hotel room. You’re glad it’s on the same floor. Softly you knock on Lando his hotel door, “It’s me,” you say while doing so. 

Lando is quick to open the door for you. He takes a step outside, closing the door a bit when he does so. 

“What’s up?” Lando asks you. 

“I wanted to apologize,” you tell him honestly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words earlier. It was rude and way too harsh.”

Lando doesn’t know what to say. 

“So I hope you accept my apology, I’ll let you get back to sleep now,” you say a bit awkward. 

“Not sleeping much tonight,” Lando tells you. 

You look at the almost closed hotel door behind him. It doesn’t take you long to make the connection. There’s probably a girl inside. He really is the worst. 

“I don’t want to hear about whatever girl is inside your hotel room,” you quickly say, you hear the upcoming annoyed tone in your voice. 

Lando swings the door back open. You don’t want to see her, but you also are way too curious to look away. You have never saw which kind of girls Lando took home with him. You always wondered what type it would be. Probably girls who just wanted a bit of his fame. Who else would have one night stands with him? When you look inside the hotel room, you notice that it’s empty. There’s no other girl. 

“Oh sorry,” you say a bit ashamed.

“I get it,” Lando sighs, “Goodnight Y/N.”

You tell him goodnight and turn around to walk back to your hotel room. It’s only when you’re standing in front of the closed door, you realize that you didn’t take your room key with you. Fuck. 

next part

[xueyidweams]

*Read this in the most fanciest voice you can make*

Dear xueyidweams, I have seen your first post barge into my fyp, and I liked your first post, I must say, you have the talents to Be a Famous Fanfiction Blogger etc.

I have also known that you have your request open, nothing makes me more delight then to know request are open, If you had the time and you think that my request is worthy of your attention and time, I would like to request:

Reader telling GenshinCharacter that they are Horny, yes, it's nsfw, I don't want to ask for too much so, I will be asking for 2 characters only, and it is Heizou, and Kazuha.

You can add more character if you want, so that would be it, I hope this request able to been send out to you, btw if my request are not worthy then you can go ahead and declined my request by massage me.

Thank you for reading this<3

Please, fuck me?

Char.: Heizou, Kazuha x Male!Reader

Notes: there’s some nsfw, a one liner about teacher-student roleplay in heizou’s section and reader sucks off kazuha while he’s sleeping but he does wake up. just letting yall know! not proofread. also i am taking requests for honkai star rail as well so, shoot some if you have any!

A/N: thank you so much for all the compliments and the way you wrote this ask was so amusing lol. im really flattered by your words.

Heizou

“Ooh~ are those new glasses on your pretty face, Heizou?”

You teased as you finally finished work and had time to swing by your boyfriend’s office. Though he’s still deep in his work, he perks up and smiles when he sees you. Waving you over to his side and pushing himself away from his desk while still sitting on the chair, wraps his arms around your waist and sighs contently on your tummy which makes you giggle as you run your fingers through his messy hair.

He speaks up when you pinch his cheeks, “I was having boyfriend withdrawals over here! finally you’re here, love… ah, I missed you so much already. Is that childish of me?”

You smile softly and cup his cheeks, this was a precious moment but ever since waking up with your morning wood and not being able to take care of it because hey- there’s mora that need to be made- you can’t really hold back much longer but you want to indulge your tired boyfriend in this cosy bliss a little longer.

“Also about the glasses, yeah- I broke the last ones so i got different frames this time, do you like it~?” He teased as his fingers drew patterns on your lower back, you giggled and your voice took a dramatic turn as you gasped and held onto Heizou’s shoulders, he’s a bit confused by the sudden change but smiling as he awaits your shenanigans.

“Oh, Professor Heizou, I need a higher grade! You have to help me! I’ll do a~nything!”

You add some pout as well, and he laughs lightly, making your heart race at the pretty sight, he hums in thought and his fingers drop to the hem of your shirt.

“Well you can start by studying for better grades and-“

You cut him off, cupping his cheek and bending down to get close to his face, displacing his glasses a bit in the process.

“Heizou. Fuck me, please?”

He spoke as your hands were still cupping his cheeks,

“Yesh Shir.”

Kazuha

You sigh in bliss as you step away from the shower, your bathrobe snugly wrapping around you as you make your way to your shared bedroom where your boyfriend was reading a book when you left to shower, leaving a trailer of water as you do so.

“Oh Ka~zuha, I-“ You’re cut off as you look at the bed and realise your boyfriend is peacefully asleep. Book sprawled on his chest as it moved rhythmically, his hair freed from his ponytail and the moonlight making his white hair shine so beautifully you have to take a moment to calm your heart down.

You huff and a gentle smile tugs on your lips as you slowly made your way to him,

“He did look rather tired today…” You mused to yourself, then your smile grew to a sinister one as you saw his bulge through his pyjamas.

“Oh, love, weren’t you supposed to be resting~?”

You sit on the bed carefully, taking his cock out gently and looking at him, still peacefully asleep. You start with soft strokes, gentle pace, then start licking his tip. Only when you take every inch of him into your mouth that he wakes up with a gasp.

You hum as you take his cock out of your mouth.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

He just stared at you, face flushed and still in that half asleep daze. His voice was rough but still gentle, “…Hi.”

“Were you dreaming about me? You got so worked up.”

You tease as gestures for a kiss, you straddle him as he smiles into the kiss.

“Mm. Maybe…” He hums as you play with his hair. He looks you in the eye and strokes your cheek as he asks, “Ride me?”

You smile and roll your eyes, “Leaving all the work to me now?”

“Well I did just came back from a week long trip.”

“Hmph. You’re lucky you’re cute. Kazuha.”