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daengtokki · 1 year ago

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𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: ~2k

rating: fluff -`♡´- (seungmin finally tells you he loves you...but then he has some other problems)

contains: tipsiness, drinking, lots of kissing and touching. part of the blind date universe, but also works as a stand alone piece (⸝⸝- ᴗ -⸝⸝ ;)

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Seungmin, your Seungmin—your favorite person in the entire world. Your comfort and your good luck charm. The one that you’ve come to know so well...he's still sometimes a mystery.

You’ve learned so much about him in the months that have passed, even though your nights together haven’t totaled up to much more than…maybe six weeks—you know his favorite dishes, and you always work on making them just how he likes it (he still blushes when he comes home and sees something simmering in the kitchen). If his timing is right, he’ll help you cook, and he’s pretty good at it.

His favorite movies, the music he likes to listen to when he's trying to unwind and turn his brain off for a while. Sometimes you hear songs and take note of them, because you think he might like them. You make him playlists—he makes them for you, too.

He’s neat, and he keeps his things as organized as possible, which you can’t imagine is easy, seeing as he divides his time between two places now. You hope that habit rubs off on you.

A few of his bad (and not so bad) habits have shown themselves, too. His showers last twice as long as yours, so you always have to beat him to it in the morning. And he talks (mumbles) in his sleep...usually when he’s very tired and keeps himself up too late. If he’s not talking, he’s wrapped around you on your side of the bed. Seungmin is a fierce cuddler in his sleep.

He’s reserved, and sometimes he’s still hesitant to share things with you, and that's okay. It’s normal, because your normal is to over share, and he loves to listen. He’s so good at listening. You don’t think he knows how much of a comfort he really is to you.

The first time…no, technically the second time you told him you loved him (the first time was during sex because you couldn’t help yourself), he was just getting ready to leave. His ride was waiting, and you were holding him up because you needed to work up the courage to say it again. His ears turned red when the words spilled out of your mouth, he stared blankly at you for a moment, then held you against him and kissed your forehead. You weren’t expecting him to say it in return—the kiss, his hand rubbing your back, the barely discernible giggle—all of that said it for you.

Seungmin is a little shy. But even more, he knows how to save things for just the right moment.

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Tonight, you have him. But not at home. He insisted on bringing you out...out in public, with his friends. Breaking two rules at once. You both agreed on staying away from anywhere anyone could see you together, and you also planned on waiting as long as possible before revealing how serious the relationship was to anymore friends.

You’re shoulder to shoulder with him on one side of the table, Jeongin and Felix are on the other side (Seungmin claims this whole thing was Jeongin’s idea). The food set out in front of you reminds you of your first date, but there is so much more. He has an appetite tonight; he doesn’t seem at all nervous, like you are. But that could also be the second drink he’s throwing back. You’re only halfway through your first.

“How are you feeling?” He leans in to say it directly in your ear. The restaurant is busy, and it’s a little loud. “You look distracted.”

“It’s weird being out like this. But…”

“But nobody is paying attention to us.”

You nod, look at him, look at his lips. Kissing him would be nice, but you won’t do that here. That can wait until later. When you look across the table to your dinner dates, they’re both staring and smiling at you. They’ve been talkative and warm and sweet, just like Seungmin said they’d be—asking questions, wondering how it was being in the situation you’re in.

Jeongin made a point to tell you how he figured out your existence on his wits alone, and that he’s glad Seungmin stuck with it and kept you around. They, of course, don’t know how difficult the whole thing was, but that’s between you and Seungmin.

Somehow, he notices your exhaustion tonight…your social battery starting to run low. There’s no reason why he should even know what that looks like on you, but he does. He grabs your hand under the table, sets it on his thigh, and holds it tight.

But you don’t want to cut anything short, and it hasn’t been a very long night. This feels important to Seungmin, though. You order another drink. He gets one, too, and soon the need to kiss him becomes a little too overwhelming, so…after a little bit longer, a few more drinks, questions, musings, Felix and Jeongin wondering when you’ll meet everyone…it’s time to go home.

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Seungmin is quiet the entire ride back. Tired, a little touchy, but he doesn’t say a word. You lead him inside, into the elevator, down the hall—hand in hand. He watches carefully as you unlock and open the door, and it’s then, in the too bright hallway light, you see his heavy, glazed over eyes staring at you.

“Hey,” you grab him by the waist and walk him inside, “how many drinks did you end up having, pup?”

He laughs, but doesn’t answer.

“Can you get your shoes off?”

He mhmmm’s as he falls back onto the chair, “I can…” leans forward, and pulls at the laces on his Nikes, “I can.”

His gaze follows you as you head to the kitchen and fill up the electric kettle, and when he does manage to get both of his shoes off, he shuffles in and leans against the counter, “did you have a good night?” He wets his lips and runs his thumb over your cheek.

“Yeah, I did. They’re both very sweet, I can you see why you’re so close.”

“I think they liked you, too.” Seungmin leans forward and kisses the same spot on your cheek, “I knew they would.”

You turn your head and catch his lips. His laugh breaks up the kiss, and you grab him by the waist again, “go sit down, I’ll bring you some tea.”

He pokes out his tongue and pouts before stumbling away from you, “too warm for tea. It’s warm in here…” his voice trails off as he heads for the living room.

It is warm. It’s still warm outside, too, so opening the windows won’t help much. “I’ll put it on ice.” When you look to him again, he’s already sprawled out on the couch, arms above his head, t-shirt pulling up just enough to reveal his stomach. His eyes are open though, and he’s staring straight up at the ceiling. A yawn escapes him.

You decide against the tea and grab a bottle of water instead. “Up,” he groans as you shake his knee, but he listens and makes room for you, “drink this, it’ll make me feel better.”

“You? I will drink it, but I feel pretty good.”

“Yeah, I should’ve cut you off.”

“I’m good,” he paws at you and pulls you closer. “I feel good. You feel good.”

“You feel good right now, yeah.”

“Mhmm,” Seungmin gently grabs your face and kisses you, once, twice… “very good.” His eyes are still shining with tipsiness, but he’s all there. Drinking isn’t something either of you do often, but Seungmin does like his beer and soju (tonight it was soju) with dinner. He also knows his limit. Tonight, he got there, and maybe a little extra. “Will you be here with me all day tomorrow?”

“I’ll be home before noon, so sleep in for me.”

Another groan. He pulls you closer, “peach…”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?” He says it into your neck and kisses slowly upward.

You leave him hanging for a moment. He knows you do, and he also knows you’re going to indulge him and tell him over and over again, if that’s what he wants. “Do I…hmm.” The feel and sound of him biting at the skin below your ear gives you goosebumps…”yeah.” As soon as you close your eyes, everything falls away. It’s just the two of you—nothing else. Seungmin’s touch makes you feel like the only thing that matters.

“Tell me,” he holds tighter and softens his kiss.

I love you

His hands run up your back, and he scratches gently as they come back down. “You do…” he coos, and pulls you onto his lap, so you send a soft string of I love you’s into his ear.

“I love you, too.” He finally says it, a little muffled, lips pressed gently into your skin like he’s savoring the taste.

It feels so good hearing it in his sweet, tired voice. Until now you’ve only heard it in your head. Seungmin’s actions speak very loudly, though, so you knew.

“Do you?” you tease. “...you love me?”

A sweet, tired laugh follows. His hands pull at your shirt, but it stays in place as he makes his way to your lips. You didn’t plan on starting anything—he’s too sleepy and too drunk, but you always want him, and you need to kiss him. You need to get your hands under his shirt and touch his warm skin. So you might start something.

Seungmin giggles again as your fingertips graze him…they run slowly up his side and over his ribs. The laugh turns to a moan, soft, and suddenly very needy, when your thumb circles his stiff nipple. If you had any intention of just getting him safely into bed, it’s now gone. The only thing on your mind is the look in his eyes. And all that matters is how good you can make him feel tonight.

He pouts, moves his hips. “Mhm…I do,” it comes out in another moan, needy and whiny again. Full of want. Maybe your touch is enough to sober him up. “I love you,” he says it again, eyes carefully watching his hand move up your thigh. “I love the way you love me.”

That last part…he says it so quietly you almost don’t catch it. You want to hear it again, though, so you lift his chin and look at him. “What did you say?”

A blush forms over his cheeks and on his ears. He licks his lips and bites down on it, eyes grow bigger, “uhm…I said—“ he stops short and smiles. Shyness is taking over again.

Instead of forcing it back out of him, you decide to show him more of how you love him. You lean forward and kiss him softly. Show him just how much. Both hands slide up his stomach and chest until he’s relieved of his shirt. Your lips close around him, tongue slides slowly over his nipple until he groans. How much you need and love to take care of him. You squeeze his hip, his thigh, sneak your hand between his legs and feel every soft inch of him through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Sorry,” he squeaks out between kisses, “sorry…too much—“

You shut him up with your mouth and shake your head, “it’s okay, pup, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

And how much you love the way he loves you.

His eyes are open and unsure as you kiss him. Seungmin has never had a problem getting hard before, and he’s feeling self-conscious, nervous, maybe a little embarrassed. When you open yours and stare back at him, he lets go… “I want you,” he starts, and you kiss him again.

“You have me, and we have all week. I’m just happy I have you here right now, so let me have you.”

Seungmin relaxes—as much as he can manage—and lets you kiss with no protest.

You work slowly, leaving loud, wet kisses all over him; the soft spot underneath his chin, his throat. It tickles, and he stifles his laugh, so you move even slower across his jaw until you can bite his earlobe.

“…feels good,” he sighs.

“Why don’t we get into bed…” you pull back, push the hair away from his forehead, and kiss there.

“Mhmm…”

“I’ll light some candles, turn off all the lights…and give you a nice massage, wherever you need it.”

Seungmin nods, “everywhere.”

“Okay…everywhere.”

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house-of-slayterr · 9 months ago

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My Comfort Characters with S/O who has Tics:

Hannibal + Will:

Hannibal notices them right away, there’s not much that gets past the keen eye of the doctor. At first he thought you were flinching from being startled but when he looks closer he notices they’re more sporadic and spastic.

He’d help calm you during tic attack. Offering hugs or a distraction, or even medication to relax your muscles. It’s not surpassing he has some in his home.

He gets a little annoyed at first if you have more vulgar tics, especially in the presence of company. But he soon realises anyone who would judge you, and him for being with you, is more worthy of becoming a mean than being listened to.

Will was worried about them at first which is why he asked Hannibal. He thought maybe it was a trauma response but he calms down when he understands more about your condition. He will glare at anyone who stares at you in public or dares to whisper behind you back. Nobody bullies what’s his. You’re perfect in his eyes and he just wants to protect you.

If he’s sharing you with will there both by your side during tic attacks bringing you anything you need. Will will even offer a massage to relax you more. He calls the dogs up onto the couch or bed to cuddle you after a rough attack.

Connor Kent:

Connor pays close attention to you, his super human senses always in tune. He can almost feel your tics coming the same way you can. He’ll stop the more dangerous ones before they happen. If you hit or punch yourself he’ll catch your hands. Or if your legs are restless he’ll gently help hold them down and stretch the muscles so they don’t cramp.

He worries about you on bad tic days, he feels bad that your body’s betraying you and wishes there was more he could do to help. But he wouldn’t have his partner any other way. He admires everything about you and things you’re the strongest person he’s ever met. He will threaten someone as Superboy if they bully you for your tics.

Amanda Young:

Amanda didn’t question your movements at first, thinking them to be fidgeting. She’s also been around junkies before, she’s used to erratic movements. So she tuned them out for a while.

Until she saw your first tic attack, triggered by a victim almost escaping and making it to where you were in the warehouse, until Amanda stepped in to save you. She stop over your violently ticking body and felt horrible for you.

She’s not great at comfort but she stays close by, never leaving the room. She’ll ask more about it when true ready, bur she thinks it’s cool that you don’t let it stop you form being an apprentice.

If Hoffman or any of the others made fun of you they’d have their own trap so fast. She’d even stand up to jigsaw himself if she had to. Because you mean more to her than even him, her saviour.

Jonathan Crane:

Jonathan loved watching you. It had become one of his favorite pastimes at Arkham. You were his newest obsession; his favourite patient. Your tics were noted right away. He sometimes wondered if he could trigger them.

He found some of your vocal tics distasteful to say the least and would shake his head. Even though you can’t help it, he thinks pretty things like you shouldn’t even know words like that.

Medication is his go to when your tics get bad. He’ll schedule extra session time so you can relax or rest in his office. Sometimes on the other side of the room, other times your head in his lap. He finds it amusing when you start quoting him with your tics, but he gets jealous if you do the same for any other villains, or worse, THE BATMAN.

He’s killed a few people for judging your tics, and he’d do it again.

Hughie Campbell:

Hughie didn’t notice them at first as you tried to suppress them. But they were unavoidable after a close call with a soup. Homelander got to close and it pissed you off. Anger triggered your tics a lot and your neck was jerking like crazy, your hand stuck in a fist.

He’d pull you away and make sure you’re ok. Once your explain what’s happening he’s spend the next few days ignoring supe stuff and studies everything about the conditions causing you’re tics. He’s an attentive boyfriend and wants to make sure you’re getting the best treatment and you’re not triggering yourself from lack of sleep or poor eating.

If Butcher or MM said anything about your tics he’d suddenly grow a pair, not afraid to verbally rip them a new one. He may throw a punch at a stranger for you. But he thinks some of your tics are kinda cute. Especially when you gained the one where you tell him you love him out of nowhere.

Isaac Lahey:

Issac watches people close because of his dad. He’s always anticipating people needs and a very attentive friend and lover. He started to get concerned when you came to school covered in bruises like he used to. He begged for days, weeks even for you to tell him who was hurting you. It was killing him inside.

He didn’t believe your excuses of running into door knobs or tripping. No one person could be that clumsy; not even Stiles. But when you stopped masking he noticed the smaller tics more, mistaking them for anxiety. It only makes him more concerned.

Once you explain what’s going on it’s like the life comes back to his face. He’s happy to learn you’re safe, and wants to help protect you from yourself when they get bad. He’s like your service dog, he will shift and lay ontop of you to stop you from hitting yourself.

He finds your vocal tics amusing as long as they don’t bother you. And some of them you laugh at together. Especially when you quote Stiles or Derek because of the echolalia. He’ll defend you against anyone who’s mean.

Herbert West:

Herbert was kinda mean about them at first. He noticed them before Dan. He used to tell you to lay off the caffeine but his delivery came of meaner and less concerned. He knows that can trigger tics but it was his fault he was keeping you up all night with his crazy experiments.

Dan used to nudge him a lot when he would grumble about your more loud or vulgar tics. They would throw him off in the lab and take him out of his head space. Particularly when they got more frequent and close together. He’d have to pull away from work entirely and just focus on you.

He’d try to distract you with random facts and light touch, still not fully comfortable touching other people. He doesn’t always know what to say but you can tell he’s trying. As much as he grumbles and complains, someone else is prime experiment bait if they say shit. Nobody makes fun of Herbert partner and gets away with it.

Kurt Wagner:

Kurt was a little slow to notice them. But he thought your smaller ones were cute quirks. Like when you blink extra or scrunch your nose, or tap your fingers.

Once you explain it to him he’s very understanding. He’ll defend you if Charles thinks you’re unfit for the field. He knows you try you best to control it and he’ll always be by your side to help.

He nearly melts when ever you get a tic in his native tongue. You copying him is the cutest thing he’s ever seen and you get smothered in kisses everytime. He think your perfect just the way you are.

Tag: @oceansrose2002 @mothmans-kingdom @myers-meadow @kados-of-chaos

An: don’t mind this self indulgent peace I haven’t had the mental energy right in a lot so I just wanted to have fun.

#fang rambles #comfort character #Hannibal #will graham #Connor Kent #amanda young #Jonathan crane #hughie campbell x reader #issac lahey

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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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i feel weird saying something so straight forward to a stranger but😭

do u think sev would be the type to suddenly start groping you in public 😳

like maybe you’re both sitting in the last drop, and obviously sevs playing poker or some shit, and maybe she just reaches a hand over and starts rubbing in between your legs over your pants, and maybe her cloak is covering what shes doing up🤭🤭 and even if someone did see, its not like they would say anything bc everyone is scared shitless of her

i think the sevika sphere must have hive mind because i shit you not i got this ask like within an hour of this one:

S-sev groping her girl whenever opportunity arises and her girl being endlessly turned on by it👉🏻👈🏻

hehehe

men and minors dni

sometimes she does it on purpose, but most of the time it's subconscious.

sevika just likes touching you! it's her love language! if you're within reaching distance, sevika's likely got her hands on you.

sometimes it's just your hand. sometimes it's her arm draped around your shoulders, or her fingers tickling the nape of your neck. sometimes, she'll sneak her hand into the back pocket of your pants and give your ass a squeeze, but most of the time she just puts it back there to rest it there.

hands on your hips, around your wrist, her arm hooked with yours-- she just likes having her hands on you. it helps her feel secure-- you ground her in a lot of ways, and when she's touching you she knows you're safe.

but sometimes, when sevika's subconsciously reaching out for you, her hands land somewhere they probably shouldn't.

like when she swings her arm around your shoulders and her palm falls on your tit.

or when she reaches over to hold you while you're sitting beside each other, and her hand lands on your upper thigh.

or it cups your cunt.

like right now.

you're sitting beside her while she plays her cards. she's completely unaware of your current predicament, chatting and laughing with the boys, mech hand holding her cards, while her flesh thumb draws circles against your clothed crotch.

you wonder what she thinks she's touching. she can feel your thighs clenching around her hand-- she has to know she's holding you there, but she's oblivious, the itch in her brain to touch you has been soothed, and she doesn't question it any farther.

so you have to sit and be cool while your girlfriend gropes you in the middle of the crowded bar.

luckily, nobody can see beneath the table.

luckily, nobody would even dare to say anything to sev even if they could.

unluckily, sevika's just ordered another round for the table, meaning she's nowhere near done for the night.

when theriam returns with a tray full of glasses, you down yours before he can finish passing everyone else's out. he shoots you a weird look when you ask him to bring you two more. you're going to need them if you're going to get through tonight.

ten minutes pass. sevika's hand doesn't move, her thumb doesn't cease it's teasing, gentle swiing.

twenty minutes. at one point sevika leans over to press a smooch to your temple. your cunt throbs in her hand. she has no idea.

at the thirty minute mark, you get fed up.

you don't know why you thought more alcohol would help you tame your arousal. it's only made it worse. beside you, sevika's got a cigar between her teeth and a furrow between her brows as she studies her hand of cards. she looks so fucking good you think you might pass out.

sevika chuckles at something someone at the table said, her eyes scrunching up with her smile, the little gap in her teeth revealing itself. that's it.

you reach forward and grab her flesh wrist, pressing her hand firmly against your cunt and squeezing your thighs around her hand.

beside you, sevika freezes.

you can see the gears turning in her head as she realizes exactly which part of you she's been groping. the cigar in her mouth droops as her jaw drops. her thumb ceases it's sweeping motion. her eyes grow wide, you watch in fascination as her pupils dialate.

she's still not looking at you. you quickly scan the crowd at the table. nobody's looking in your direction, so you lean forward to whisper.

"you are driving me. fucking. crazy." you growl against her ear.

sevika snaps back to life, turning to look at you as you sink back against the booth.

when your eyes meet, sevika gulps. your lips twitch up at the side, and sevika's eyes snap down to study your mouth.

"fuck." sevika whispers, her voice shaky. you smile.

"your turn's next." you say, nodding at the table. sevika blinks, her eyes darting to the game before looking back at you. she licks her lips.

sevika's eyes dart up and down your body, trying to soak in the sight of you before she has to focus on the game again. you can tell she's fucking you in her head, can see her eyes mentally stripping you of your clothes. you chortle, and stop on her foot beneath the table.

it's her turn.

sevika turns her attention back to the game, but under the table against your cunt, her fingers start wiggling against you. you hide your gasp by faking a yawn. two can play this game.

you slump against sevika's side, nuzzling your head against her shoulder and hugging her arm, pretending you're just tired and resting against your girl.

tilting your head so only sevika can hear you, you let out a tiny, quiet whimper. sevika fumbles with her cards and shoots you a glare. you ignore her.

sevika's hand joins her fingers in their movement, her palm rubbing circles at the apex of your thighs, giving your clothed clit enough friction to make your thighs twitch. you dig your nails into her arm, and beside you, sevika lets out a little gasp of pain.

"you good, sev?" ran asks across the table. sevika freezes beside you, and you bite your lip to hide your laugh.

"y-yeah, all good. gonna have to call it quits for the night. my girl's gettin' tired, gotta get her home and put her in bed."

a chorus of groans and protests ring out around the table. you have to bite back your smile as sevika rises from the bench, waving goodbye to her friends, then glaring at you when she sees you still sitting.

the second you're on your feet, sevika's grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the bar. you laugh the whole way.

she ducks down the alley with you in tow, shoving you against a brick wall and crowding into your space. you smile at her.

"thought we had to get home? thought i was gettin' tired?" you tease her. sevika rolls her eyes.

"fuck off." she mumbles. you giggle.

"you're so cute. so clingy you don't even realize you're practically fingerbanging me at the table."

sevika groans. "shut up!" she says, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks. you grin.

"what did you think you were holding?" you ask between your giggles. sevika chuckles, unable to stop herself, and shrugs.

"i dunno, just like havin' my hands on you." she says. "helps me think."

you melt, all your teases dying at her words. you reach forward and pull her closer to you by her belt loops until she's crushing you against the wall. her hands grip your hips. "give me a kiss." you whisper.

sevika smirks, and leans forward to press her lips against yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. you sigh against her, pushing her away before she can get handsy, taking her hand in yours.

"c'mon. take me home and put me to bed." you say with a wink. sevika laughs.

"oh, with pleasure." she says, swinging your hands between the two of you as you begin your stroll home.

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#sorry for the blue balls i took it the fluffy route instead of the smutty route hahah #sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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waxflowerexe · 1 year ago

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Coffee Shop 🍵

ᴴᵃᶦ ʷʰᵒᵉᵛᵉʳˢ ʳᵉᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ, ᶦᵛᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ��ᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᶦᶜ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʳʳ ˢᵒ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˡᵐᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ, ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿᵗ ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵉʳˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ʸᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵇᵉ ⁿᶦᶜᵉ ˡᵒˡ

Todo with a partner who struggles receiving affection

Accepting any kind of affection was always difficult for you, something about not getting enough positive attention, something about parental issues and a lack of unconditional love. You didn’t care what it was though, you just couldn’t do it. I mean, you want the praise, the spoiling, the soft touches and attention- but something about it made your stomach churn until you got rid of the source. Whether it be straight up ghosting or just pushing partners away and labelling it as 'the ick', long term relationships were pretty much a no go.

Until Toudou. He was perfectly smitten with you and didn’t take offence when you pushed him away or tried to at least. He knew what you truly wanted and forced you to take it. Beyond casual affection, he truly wanted you to feel safe and it showed. He was so gentle despite his brutish strength and hulking frame, giving you the soft touches you so desperately craved whether it be holding hands or just gently caressing your arms or waist if he’s feeling more bold. You were getting used to it honestly, not quite ready for anything beyond gentle touches and it was nice that someone saw through your façade. That ability of his was something you loved and were deeply grateful for.

It’s always been hard for you to say wat you wanted and as a result people pushed too far. He was so patient with you, as much as he was persistent with showing you affection he didn’t push too far, reading your reactions to different touches and names. On days where you were more sensitive about affections, cringing at his pet names (mostly “sweet girl” and “my pretty”), he would wait for you to initiate. His biggest W was when you were both relaxing at his place going about your own business when you suddenly decided made home in his lap. He didn’t make a deal of it (internally he was screaming but in his head moving or even mentioning it could scare you away). Instead setting for stroking your hair. But yes, he was incredibly receptive of your comfort levels and didn’t condemn you for struggling to communicate what you wanted.

He was more emotionally intelligent than you expected. Moreso than anyone else you’d dealt with before.

Cheeky scenario

“Aoi, let go, people are staring”, actually nobody at all was staring but your fear of being perceived as one of those cringe ‘pda’ couples made you weary of any physical touch in public.

You should be well adjusted by now, you knew he was clingy and wanted to treat you like his princess but lingering thought made you feel unworthy, embarrassed and sometimes mildly disgusted by it.

He remained silent, brushing you off before massaging the sides of your upper arm and resting his head on your shoulders. You both probably- no definitely looked silly, but again, Toudou didn’t care he would cradle you like a baby everywhere you went if he could.

You stood in line at the local coffee shop, such a cutsey place. It was shocking that Toudou chose it, then again his favourite thing on this earth was Takeda Chan so it tracks. Regardless, choosing to distract yourself from your clingy boyfriend and the sinking feeling in your stomach- you skimmed the menu. Maybe you’d try a new drink or just add something fun to your regular order. This new train of thought combined with Toudou’s soft touches left you completely zoned out. A duality in itself but you’d stopped questioning how many things this man could make you feel at once, it was dizzying to even think about.

“Peppermint tea, no sweetener and a croissant”-

After a quick double take to your boyfriend you smiled at the barista, still a little zoned. You’d only been out for coffee (tea in this case) a few times, and you ordered separately as you didn’t want him paying for you. He lead you to a seating area to wait and ,you turned to face him, he wore a proud smile waiting for some form of praise, for a moment and negative thoughts faded as his pride in himself made you giggle.

Then the guilt returns almost faster than it left as did the familiar pang in your chest, “I’m gonna transfer you the money”, you blurt out. He refused. “No, it’s okay just let me" ,you tried to protest.

After a short back and forth you were met with a “Don’t you dare”, his tone hardened, bordering abrasive, forcing you to shut up and listen.

“o”

And it worked, he shut you right up before pulling you into a hug, your head resting just below his chest as you still attempted to pull away but he didn’t let you. “Just let me love on you", he said softly kissing the top of your head. Again, he said all the right things to make you want to accept his touches, hugs, kisses and whatever else. You’d never admit it but you liked it, you liked that he paid for your order you liked being smushed into his chest and even more the kiss he placed on your head. You did your best to ignore your thoughts and he helped you along with a short whisper of “You deserve everything I have to offer you know, and more”. So you let yourself enjoy the moment until your orders are called.

It wasn’t perfect but slowly you were learning that you were worthy of undying love and you didn’t have to chase away affection

- Love🌸Flo

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#todo aoi x reader #aoi todo #aoi toudou #x reader #x rambles #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk fandom #jjk aoi #plz bro i need him #flowrites🌸

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starsfic · 1 year ago

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Encanto idea:

The whole Encanto realizes they never celebrated Mirabel's Quinceanera, and they only have one month left until it's too late (when she turns 16)

so they plan the party while Antonio distracts the guest of honor until it's time (isabella, Alma, and the villagers may or may not have lingering guilt for their treatment toward Mirabel)

It was a simple fact, even though it was horrifying.

Mirabel had not been given a quinceanera.

Isabela, at the time, hadn't questioned it. She was distracted by Mariano's hints that he would propose sometime this year and Abuela's cheer at the fact. Mirabel's birthday itself had almost slipped her mind. She had summoned a bouquet of flowers- multicolored, like Mirabel's creations- before distracting herself with practicing her reaction to said proposal.

Of course, said proposal had been a disaster, Casita had fallen down, and Isabela had discovered herself and rebuilt her relationship with Mirabel.

Which left a fact niggling at her brain.

Mirabel had not been given a quinceanera.

Abuela felt just as awful as she did about it. In fact, it was her idea to create a make-up quinceanera a month before her sixteenth birthday. It would be a little weird, but hey. All birthdays were weird.

And now Isabela was rummaging through Mirabel's closet, hoping to find a dress that she could take to the seamstress. A month was too little time to make an entirely new dress. The same day was too little time!

But they would make it work. They had made everything else work.

Isabela pushed past a few dresses. No, no, no. This one was already covered in embroidery, this one was too flat, this one had too little ruffles... "Come on, she's gotta have a good dress," Isabela hissed. "Somewhere, come on..."

She came to a stop.

The dress she stared at was flat without the petticoats and Mirabel to fill it up, but the design of embroidery candles, changing the soft peacock blue to a mixture of blue and gold, was show-stopping. No doubt. It was a quinceanera dress.

But why was it here?

"Isa?"

Isabela made a noise that she chose to identify as a yelp, whirling around and slamming the wardrobe shut. Mirabel stared at her with a brow raised, holding a stack of clothes. "Mirabel! Hi! What are you doing here?" Nobody could deny they were sisters with that last part.

"Uh...it's my room?" Mirabel cocked her head. "What are you doing?" Her brows furrowed together. "If you're looking for your black summer dress, I think Camilo took it."

"No, I'm not- Wait, what did you say about my dress-" Wait, no, she could deal with that later. "I was looking for something...else, when I found this." Isabela held out the quinceanera dress. "What is this?"

Mirabel glanced at it as she set the clothes down, the furrow in her brow easing to be replaced by it raising. "My quinceanera dress?"

"No, I mean, why do you have one?" Isabela maybe shook it a little bit. "We never threw you a quinceanera."

Mirabel's brow raised even higher. "Yes, we had one?" She sounded like she was ready to call for their mother. "I mean, you probably don't remember it, you were dancing with Mariano all night." What. "It wasn't a big community event like your quinceanera, but I wanted it to be small."

"...we threw you a small quinceanera?"

"Yeah?" Mirabel stepped forward, raising a hand to Isabela's forehead. "I asked Abuela if it could just be the family and some of my friends. She agreed but insisted we invite the Guzmans." Her brow dropped back into a furrow when she failed to find a fever. "I've always hated big public birthday events, but I like the Guzmans so I agreed. Isabela, are you okay?"

Isabela batted her hand away, panic seizing her heart. If that was true, than she and Abuela had possibly done something really stupid. Mirabel,according to the girl herself, hated big public birthday events and that was exactly what was being set up in the town square. "I'm fine! I just...don't remember your quinceanera, that's all."

Mirabel stared at her even harder. "The pictures are on the quinceanera wall," she said, slowly. "I mean, we don't all look at that wall every day, but it's there. Isabela, I think I should call Mami-"

"I'M FINE!" Isabela shoved past, setting the dress on Mirabel's bed as she passed. "I just remembered that I need to do something." She paused, glancing back at her sister. "I...uh...bye- ABUELA!"

Mirabel cried out behind her, but Isabela was already running.

Hopefully, to stop what was going to be the most awkward event ever.

#Encanto #my writing #Isabela Madrigal #Mirabel Madrial #hc that after her gift ceremony Mirabel hates big birthday parties where all eyes will be on her. Antonio's ceremony really pushed on that #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt fill #prompt fic

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aratakiis · 3 years ago

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NOW CALLING [1-800-DEMON-HOTLINE]—

arataki itto— cocksleeve. w/c: 2.2k

warnings: intoxicated reader, creampie, unprotected sex, degredation, exhibitionism, public sex, slightly pussy/cock drunk, cunnilingus.

you weren't the first person to take him out for a drink. rather, a couple of drinks, really. you were all tipsy, yet itto drank enough to kill a man.

truth is, many girls have taken him out to bars and restaurants, letting itto drink enough to rack up a tab that emptied their entire wallet. while itto drank his sake, he listened to their life stories, their kinks, their love life, yet he acted like their hints flew over his head, no matter how obvious they were. he played dumb, pretending as if their flirting was never picked up on.

was he a good bad listener, or was he a bad good listener? either way, you rambled on about work, how stupid you thought it was. itto awkwardly laughed along, unfortunately not relating to the constant grind of mora. he made enough to make ends meet, but mora doesn't always matter to a delinquent such as him. if he really wanted to, he could fool around and get himself into jail. that place was always pretty cozy.

"don't you think it's just stupid?"

"what is?" he questioned.

"i don't even have a boyfriend yet... i'm working like a dog and there's nobody to come home to. every night i have to stuff my pussy just to feel a little less lonely, y'know?"

that was quite blunt. you never had told him about all the things you did alone in the night. he would hate to admit that he thought about those things before. he wondered what you did alone, he thought about all the ways you could have possibly fucked yourself throughout the night. don't even get him started on the self-indulgent, ego-feeding ways he could have 'helped' you.

"it's just... so annoying."

"well, why? wouldn't it make you... er... feel good?"

"itto, you'd know a thing or two about masturbating, wouldn't you? you understand how... boring it gets sometimes, right?"

"mhmm. it gets boring sometimes, i get it." he reassured, lying straight to you.

itto really never got bored of touching himself. he loved all the lewd thoughts that ran through his mind, all the disgusting fantasies that made him cum all over his hands and on the pages of stolen porn magazines. he loved pumping his shaft to the arousing thought of you underneath him, his hands holding yours and pinning you to his shitty, old, busted mattress, or even between his legs, looking all pretty as you sucked his cock.

"would it be weird if i told you what i fantasized about, itto?"

this is new. of course he wouldn't mind, that adds more fuel to the raging "fire" in his pants. tell him what you want and he might just give it to you. after all, you're alone here. just the two of you. he loves risky situations.

"plenty of ladies have told me about their fantasies, but i really wouldn't mind listening to yours." that came out lewder than he had expected.

he watched as you laid your head on the table, the alcohol in your cup looking awfully neglected as you two sat across from eachother. he noticed you staring at him, though. your eyes were so pretty, but this prolonged eye-contact was sending a heat to his face and down to his crotch.

"so, uh, are you gonna like..." he looked away, flushing redder than before.

"maybe we should just try them instead. im not very good with words when i'm drunk."

he took another bold swig of sake, setting the cup down on the table somewhat loudly.

"maybe we should!" he blurted. "maybe i should bend you over this table and fuck you!"

your eyes widened, finally processing what he had previously shouted as he looked away from you again, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment, cheeks flushing redder than before.

"then do it."

he instinctively looked back at you, your expression daring and quite tipsy. your head was still laid on the table, though. heat pooled all the way down into his gut, his cock itching with a new anticipation. a deep, fascinating desire.

itto got up with a grunt, making his way to your side and sitting back down, lust stirring within him.

itto silently watched like a predator as you picked your head up from the table, quickly grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. you wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him down into missionary with your back on the floormats.

"arataki... never knew you were so good at kissing..." you slurred, giggling at the thought of being kissed by him. his kisses got you quite giddy.

itto caged you in, his hands on the floor supporting his weight. you watched, expression changing from drunk and tired to giggly and a bit too tipsy. he watched over you, his ruby eyes pinned on you, the target of his lewd fantasies.

he flushed a deep red, realizing you hooked your legs around him. "do you really want me to fuck you? you've never taken an oni, have you?"

"not until now, itto." you grinned.

that got him going. were you really that desperate for dick? talking about how you fuck yourself every night as if itto wasn't a massive pervert. even you knew that, and he never told you about all the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

he pulled you up by your shirts hem, maneuvering and slamming you to the low table where the sake was, your chin and chest flat against the wood, your shirt slowly being torn off of you. you moaned as one of his hands grabbed both of your wrists and the other holding your back down, applying pressure at just the right spots.

"how's this, doll? you want me to fuck you like this?"

" 's good, itto... perfect... 's... ahh... yes..."

"good. 'm gonna make you cum on my cock so many times you're gonna forget your own name..." was all he mumbled in your ear, breathing hotly on your neck before tearing off the pants you were wearing.

"i know your hole is so needy, you must be sopping wet by now already, you whore. don't worry, baby, 'm gonna make you my cocksleeve..."

you moaned in delight as itto bruised the tender flesh of your wrists with his grip and rubbed his clothed erection up against your ass. "you're gonna need a real man like me to fuck you every night, mhm..."

he awkwardly crouched down lower on his knees, his face mere centimeters away from your clothed cunt. he rakes a nail down your covered folds, the pad of his fingertip already collecting your wetness, your back arching, now free from his cage. you yelped as he tugged on your wrists, pulling you backwards from his grip behind your neck, his hand hovering over the dip of your back.

he pushed your panties to the side, your dripping cunny now revealed bare. he's always desired to see that pretty pussy up close. he put his free hand on your hip, bringing it closer to his face while he pressed a deep, wet kiss to your dripping cunt. his lips didn't leave, however, like you thought they would. instead, his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit, eliciting lewd moans from your pretty mouth, dipping his tongue inside of your needy hole just to see how you'd react.

"oh, yes, yes, yes itto... so good... 's too good- gonna..." you rocked your hips into his mouth some more, whining and grinding against his lips. your head lolled on the table, getting drunker off the sensation of itto's perfect tongue and strangely soft lips.

"gonna cum in your mouth, itto... ngnnh- yes, gonna- oh, yes, yes-" his lips left your pussy right as you were on edge. you panted, legs flailing as he unfairly teased you. "you didn't think i was gonna take it easy on you, did you? if so, you thought wrong, doll."

you begged for more, blissfully unaware of how itto unbuckled his belt, with the hand that grabbed your hip before, and pulled out his precum dripping cock and started pumping his shaft. he chanted your name, whispers growing into soft moans. "oh, fuck, baby, yes.. oh- ohgn... fuck, yes, babe."

itto redirected his attention back to you, watching the slick from your folds collect onto his tip when he dragged it along your aching, dirty cunt. mesmerized, he slapped his cock against your clit. you squealed with delight, the buzz from your previous oncoming orgasm only making the twinge of pain on your sensitive little bud feel so much better.

"you ready?" itto asked, lining his tip up against your hole.

"only when you are." you giggled, high off of the pleasure he was giving to you.

within a second, he shoved himself inside of you, with no regard to your pain. "shit- you're so... wet. fuck, fuck- oohhh, fuck yes."

he allowed your dripping wet cunt to accommodate his thick cock, his nails digging into your hips. this leverage allowed him to move your hips perfectly, just the way he wanted. he wanted you on his cock.

he snapped his hips, sheathing himself fully inside of you, covering your mouth before you could scream his name. your back arched in full ecstacy. your nails dug into the wooden table supporting your weight, cheek pressed against the cold wood. you felt him move again, his tip kissing your cervix, your pussy squeezed him in response.

his fingers butted into your mouth, collecting your spit and rubbing it onto your sensitive clit. you could already feel yourself approaching climax as his pace quickened.

"itto, itto- 's so good, let me cum... cum, baby... wanna- 'nna cum all over your cock, itto..." you whined helplessly.

"did i say you could cum yet?" he smacked your ass harshly, pulling out his cock and rubbing his shaft.

" 's not fair, ittooo.... let me cum, 'm being good." so whiny and moany, weren't you?

he thrusted his dick back into you, letting you throw yourself off the edge and cum. "good, baby, so good for me."

the way he purred made more heat pool in your gut, your flushed pussy gushing all over his thick cock. he only laughed, watching your strained pussy stretch for his inhuman dick. such a pretty, erotic sight. he's always thought about how you would look like being stretched out by him too.

a good girl deserves to cum a few more times, right?

he grabbed hold of your throat, applying an arousing amount of pleasure.

"mmm, my slut loves that too, huh?". your cunt throbbed. "i can feel your pussy gushing for me again. you're so wet, so deliciously wet for your big, strong oni."

he was right, you love being choked by him. the constricting feeling of his hands around your throat as he thrusted into you slowly, making you take all of his dick, his tip rubbing up against your cervix, your cunt clenching around his cock as he strengthened his grip. itto left hickies on you, claiming you as his own property.

unfortunately, the arataki boy caught you off guard, slamming into you with the force he would use handling his claymore. you couldn't scream, though, his hands prevented you from shouting his name for all of inazuma to hear, but he knew. he knew just how badly you wanted to scream, and he did it again.

he kept the pace going until you came again while he verbally degraded you. "awh, look at you, cumming all over my cock like this. you'd be afraid to admit that you're this much of a fucking whore. such a dirty slut, needing a man like me to make you cum."

itto felt his orgasm coming on, straightening his back and fucking you like a feral animal, "you gonna cum again? already? you slut, coming again from my words. im gonna fill your needy pussy, understand?"

"mmm yes itto, understand... mmm, yes."

itto's hips finally began to stutter, losing control of himself and fucking you at an erratic pace. he's gotten off to the photos you two took together while on adventures, he's masturbated to his lewd thoughts of you, he couldn't have ever guessed he had a vivid imagination. well, at least when it comes to you.

"oh, fuck, baby, yes. sh-shit... i'm close. oh, fuck, yes-" his grunts became wildly louder, "i'm gonna come, oh, fuck- you slut, mmh, archons.."

he snapped his hips one final time, a beastly roar coming from his lips. he drove his cock as deep as he could into you, his cum seeping out of your needy cunt. "oh, archons, fuck."

you shakily attempted to get up and sit on his lap and nuzzle him, his hand quickly pressing you down into the table again, the sake spilling all over the smooth, finished wood.

"don't you dare think i'm done with you just yet, babe. we've got a couple more rounds to go. after all, you are my little cocksleeve. so, you gonna take it or what, baby?"

of course, you whined again, your pussy already hurt like hell as is. maybe you shouldn't have taken an oni. or fucked here.

the young lady serving your sake looked shocked, horror written on her face as she looked at a half naked itto and you, fucked silly on a table that was nearly broken, and he wasn't even done.

"uh... sorry about that, miss."

she was about to burst out in tears.

#arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x you #arataki itto genshin #genshin arataki itto #arataki itto #itto genshin #genshin itto #itto #itto x reader #genshin impact itto #itto smut #gi itto #genshin #genshin impact #mc itto #ns/fw

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tartglias · 4 years ago

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General relationship headcanons with genshin boys

“Since it's open, what about general headcanons for the boys? ;0 like what's it like to be with them for a headstart :D”

i was originally going to make six characters, then five, but then i accidentally deleted th draft and had to start all over again. i already feel bad for posting late so i’m sorry it’s just four and not five :( i’ll probably make a part 2 of these soon!!

characters: diluc, kaeya, scaramouche and xiao

Diluc

The beginning of the relationship was slow, painfully slow. So slow that a certain bard and the one and only Cavalry Captain had to step up, since neither of you would make the first step. Both of you were too scared of rejection, so you decided to swallow your feelings and “face” reality.

A few pick up lines over here, a jealousy scene over there, and the result was a very angry and flustered Diluc taking your hand and leading you upstairs for some privacy. It was then and there when he confessed his feelings for you, a sigh of relief leaving him when you reciprocated.

Both of you are private people, so you decided that keeping the relationship away from the public eye would be the best option. Sure, affection was reduced to an extent but that doesn’t mean that the relationship lacks love!

Affection in public meant exchanging soft glances and shy smiles from across the room, interlocking of pinkies and stealing kisses when nobody was looking. Very rarely, when he was feeling wild and desperate, he would drag you to somewhere secluded and push you (gently) to the nearest wall, caging you in between his arms as you wrapped your hands around his waist. Then, he kissed you slow and passionately.

Behind closed doors, the story was different. There wasn’t a single moment in which his hands weren’t touching your skin, or your hands weren’t playing with his hair as you kissed him passionately to compensate for the lost time. A kiss here, a kiss there. Again and again. A kiss for every hour you couldn’t spend together.

You found out about Diluc’s nightly activities rather quickly. It happened on a night in which he came back home slightly injured and breathless. When you questioned him, he simply said that some treasure hoarders ambushed him, but you knew he was lying. You could tell. Diluc soon realized there was no point in lying to you, so he told you his identity as the Darknight Hero.

Overall, your relationship may have started in a messy way, Diluc sometimes wishes he could have confessed in a different and more appropiate way. Your relationship may also be quiet, but quiet doesn’t mean that it lacks love. You both spend late nights and mornings in each others arms whispering sweet nothings. And your relationship may be scary at times, you often feared that he wont come back home one day. But you also know he always does, and you trust him every moment of the day. And he feels the same way. He doesn’t trust people easily, he rarely lets people in. But you are different, you make him feel different. He trusts you more than anything in the world.

Kaeya

It was no secret that Kaeya was a flirt. A few compliments over here, a charming smile over there and that was basically the formula to have most people in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. Most people... except you. With a shy smile and an evident blush on your cheeks you were always fast to dismiss it and laugh it off. “You shouldn’t go saying those things” you used to say.

It started with a desire to make you swoon, it was like a goal for him. But eventually, he caught feelings and you were the one who made him swoon. So one day, he had enough. He wanted to confess and tell you how he actually feels.

And so he did, yet somehow you still thought it was a joke. “Kaeya you can’t say those things as a joke... someone will actually fall for it” you said, looking down at your feet as your heart started beating faster and faster by second. “I’m not joking, y/n. That’s how I truly and deeply feel about you” he said, taking your hand and placing it on his chest so you could feel how fast his heart was beating as well.

The closest word to describe your relationship with Kaeya would be that it was like an adventure, interesting and fun. You’re bored? He would take you to explore interesting (and safe) places he encountered while on his commissions. You’re sad? Nothing like him dragging you to the very top of the Cathedral and hugging you close to him as you both watch the sunset wouldn’t solve.

Kaeya’s kisses can be either quick or desperate and hungry, yet passionate. The first case usually happened whenever you two were in public, though he doesn’t have a problem with PDA. If it were up to him, he would spend every second of the day kissing you. But you’re both busy people so most times one of you is in a hurry. The second case happens when either one of you come home after a long day. It starts slow, maybe a few pecks here and there, but soon enough he picks up the pace. One hand around your waist, keeping you close to his body, and his other hand on your face, deepening the kiss. It always leaves you breathless, and he takes those few seconds you take to catch air to kiss your jaw and neck. He loves you and your body, he could spend a lifetime worshipping it.

Insecurity was somewhat a problem in the relationship, from both sides. On his side, he sometimes worried that you would get tired of him and slip away, just like most people in his life. And on your side, you feared that he would find someone who was braver, prettier and more skilled than you. But at the end of the day, even if there were times in which you argued over this problem, you both would always come home to each other. Nights would be spent in each other’s arms, constantly reassuring each other that you’re both here to stay.

Overall, dating Kaeya isn’t easy. You knew this the moment you both confessed. But it is worth it, no one makes you feel like he does, no one makes you swoon and laugh like him. And no one, and I mean, not a single person in Teyvat, could make Kaeya happier.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche was angry, to say the least. How dare you, a fellow Fatui Harbinger who he had to see almost daily, make his heart beat fast and legs shake? Why was he feeling like this? So stupid?

He thought your confession was part of a game, a dare. He saw you laughing with Childe a few moments before, and not that he would ever admit it, in fact he would rather lose his Vision and die than admit it, but he was a little bit jealous of the scene. He wanted to make you laugh like that, he wanted to make you blush and he wanted to have your heart. The moment you confessed, he was angry. He was sure it was a dare and Childe’s plan to make fun of him, but he quickly regretted it once he saw your sad face. “No, leave” he had said. Your shy smile dropped instantly and you slowly nodded, turning around and starting to walk away. His mouth opened before he could actually stop and think of what to do. “Do you mean it?” he asked. “Do you actually like me? It’s not a dare?” “Why would it be a dare? Scaramouche, I’ve liked you for a while now, everyone knows but you” you said, facing him once again only to find him trying to hide away the strong blush on his face. “Then... I think I like you too” he said, not daring to look at you.

Scaramouche was a harsh and jealous lover, he wanted you for himself. Fights were normal in your relationship, words without real meaning would be thrown at each other all the time. Yet, neither of you walked away. Neither of you verbally apologized for the harsh words either, but instead, you would let your actions apologize for you. Normal fights would be due to his jealousy, you spending a little too much time with Childe or other Harbingers for his liking. Yes, he knows you love him and yes, he knows that he is better than everyone else there. But he also knows he’s not the most liked person among the Fatui, and often worried that you would soon agree with people who said that. After taking a deep breath of air, you would drag him to bed and hold him close to you. His arms around your waist as he snuggled closer to you and buried his face on your neck. You hold him for a few hours while whispering soft promises of love and endless praise, reassuring him that you are not going anywhere anytime soon. “Don’t worry, you’ll have to put up with me for a long, long while” you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way” he whispered back.

Contrary to popular belief and also to his personality, his kisses are soft and unsure. He doesn’t have a lot of experience in this area, so his kisses tend to be short yet soft. Mostly in private as well, since he would rather die than let his underlings see this side of him. He would wrap his arms around your waist, probably as he makes a teasing comment about how desperate you are or how much you probably missed him, and then kissed your lips. He is fascinated by the way your lips feel against his, he gets drunk by the feeling.

Overall, your relationship with Scaramouche is wild, to say the least. One moment you’re yelling at each other, ready to fight and the next one you’re holding him close as he whispered protection promises and kissed your neck. But despite all the problems you both encountered, you’re always there for each other. You rely on him and he relies on you, and that’s enough.

Xiao

“What’s this?” He asked you as you slowly pulled away from him. “A kiss” “Disgusting. Do it again” He said, pulling you back to him with one hand as the other rested on your waist. You smiled through the kiss, and he felt like all his pain and karma vanished. After a while, you pulled away. “Again” he said, chasing your lips before crashing them with his in another soft yet desperate kiss. You giggled and pulled away. “I need to breathe” you said, chuckling at sight of his lips pouting. “Why”

The first time you met, he saved you from treasure hoarders. But before you could thank him, he disappeared. You didn’t know who your savior was, so you tried your best to remember the mask that was on his face. You didn’t see him again, until you found yourself in Wantshu Inn after a long day of commissions far away from your home in Liyue Harbor. You needed rest, but the clear night and stars were calling for you, and before you noticed you were at the top floor of the inn. That’s where you saw him, and for reasons he doesn’t understand, he didn’t leave. He remained sat on the floor, looking at the sky as his legs were hanging from the edge. “Isn’t it pretty? I barely see stars as clear as these back home” you said to the stranger from a close yet appropriate distance. He didn’t reply, he didn’t look at you, but he knew who you were. He remembered you from the time he saved you. Next thing you noticed was the mask that was on the floor next to him. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. “You’re... the one who saved me” you said, shock flooding your face. He rolled his eyes in response, can’t he be left alone? “I never got to thank you so... thank you” you simply said, a soft expression replacing your shocked one.

You started dropping by Wangshu Inn a bit more often, whenever your time and commissions allowed you too. And every time you brought different kinds of foods to offer to Xiao, no one ever telling you that his favorite was Almond Tofu. He found it annoying at first, but soon enough got used to it. The day you brought Almond Tofu though, he almost smiled. Almost. His expressions as he ate the offering didn’t go unnoticed by you, and quickly learnt that it was his favorite.

After a while he started looking forward to your visits, but if someone ever asked him about it, he would just say it wasn’t because of you, it was for the almond tofu offering. You started spending more time with him, even though he barely opened his mouth and you did all the talking. He found you amusing, truly. Something about you, made him feel funny inside. And that scared him.

Your relationship started with a kiss. “Again” he would say. “Again” he would repeat whenever you broke away to breathe. This was new to him, and he knew it was wrong since he is who he is and could harm you at any second, but he was addicted. He was addicted to your kisses, to your touches. He got drunk by the feeling you gave him, not wanting to ever let go. “Let go, let go of them. You’ll only harm them” he kept repeating to himself in his mind, but his body moved by itself, pulling you closer to him. He was addicted, and he knew it was bad.

There weren’t many arguments in your relationship, maybe a few over you taking dangerous commissions, but other than that it was full of affection. Affection used to be a strange concept for Xiao, who once was determined that it’s better for everyone if he stayed away. But then you appeared, and no one ever made him feel the way you did. He started yearning for your touches and he looked forward to you coming back to him so he could kiss you. You were better than any medicine Zonghli could ever give him, you made his pain ease. And as you were wrapped in his arms watching the stars at the top floor of the Inn, he made a promise. A promise of protection and love, he would never let anyone or anything harm you, and even if you die of old age he would still love you for centuries to come, and he will find you again in your next life.

Overall, your relationship with Xiao started slowly, but soon grew more and more with each passing day. He trusts you almost as much as he trusts Rex Lapis, and he would always watch you closely whenever you go out on a commissions. How did you get so lucky?

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themultiimagines · 4 years ago

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You’re the only thing keeping me center

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoy this. It’s probably the longest piece I’ve ever published on this blog so I hope I did...okay?? Please let me know what you guys think I would really appreciate it. Anyway I’ll leave you to the gayness

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ MDNI), jealousy (healthy ofc), thigh riding, cursing (let me know if I missed anything)

Words: 2.7K, the first part with italics is a flashback

You’ve never had a bond with anyone quite as strong as the one you have with Wanda. When you joined the avengers, Tony even warned you about the witch, which now thinking about that makes you quite angry. Wanda has only ever been kind and gentle with you.

It started with sparring. Steve put you two as partners and it just grew from there.

You grunt as your back hits the mat once again, the redhead giving you that confident smile that always gives you butterflies.

“Damn you’re getting better than that,” you huff in defeat and she giggles.

“Only ‘cause you helped me out,” she replied. You noticed she was still holding your hand, about to pull you up. She looks down and pulls back instantly, her cheeks reddening.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. You shook your head, giving her a warm grin. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

Standing up, you also notice your bodies were very close as silence fell upon you two. You stared in her emerald eyes for what seemed like centuries until she broke eye contact.

“I have to go,” she breathed.

Incidents like that started to happen more frequently. You two even started getting noticed by the public, like when you two would go get coffee before a mission or even just out with the Avengers and you two would sit with each other which made the paparazzi go wild. The sudden attention drove a little wedge between you two for a bit. She started to become distant, asking if you two could just stay inside. Sometimes she was gone on a mission she didn’t even tell you about, leaving you alone at the compound.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, Where is Wanda?” You ask to the empty room, frowning at no trace of the witch.

“Wanda Maximoff is on a mission with Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, Ms. (Y/L/N), but will be back later tonight. Would you like me to contact the quinjet and inform them of an emergency?” The A.I responded and you groaned.

“No, it's fine.”

“Very well, Ms (Y/L/N). Mr. Stark has told me to inform you there will be another charity party tonight, make sure you are well dressed and ready to be interviewed. The rest of the team should be back from their mission for this party.” Your frown only deepened, feeling a dull pang in your heart. Wanda was still trying to push herself away from you but why? It’s not like you two were actually hooking up or anything. Maybe she was afraid, you could understand why, handling a public relationship while being an avenger sounds very difficult and dangerous for both parties. You didn’t like this new feeling though. Something bothered you about this situation and frankly you needed a drink so maybe this party isn’t the worst thing ever?

It’s the worst thing ever. Judging by how many people showed up you could safely assume Tony updated the maximum capacity by the fire marshall, because you know this is more than dangerous to have this many people in one room. Not being the most famous Avenger however, has its perks. As you watched your coworkers get swamped by the millions of reporters, you sat at the bar, letting your drink go slowly in circles as you gently moved the glass. The occasional interviewer would giddily come up to you, asking you simple, tip of the iceberg questions and then jot it down on their notebook and run off to their next victim. You weren’t really focused on the reporters though, the only thing on your mind was Wanda.

Even though you were drinking because of her, you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying when she might arrive. Nobody has said anything about the mission so it must have gone well right? As you spiral into your thoughts you don’t notice Steve’s partner in crime, Bucky, sit himself next to you on a stool.

“How are you holding up?” You jump at his deeper voice, your brain half expecting to hear that familiar sokovian accent. You raise your eyebrows and swivel your body towards him.

“Oh hey,” you muttered, trying to give him your best smile. He frowns, not pleased with your answer.

“Alright kiddo, what’s up?” Oh no, uncle Bucky mode kicking in. You groan, trying to suppress your laughter as you place your forehead on the countertop. He rolls his eyes and laughs. “Oh come on, I’m just trying to help!”

“Yeah okay dad,” you joke back, looking up at him and smiling. He takes his metal arm and puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Kid, I know when someone is having a bad day. Trust me, I’ve had quite a few,” you chuckle at him, closing your eyes and listening to him. “As one friend to another, I just want to know if you’re okay.” That actually made you smile. You knew Bucky always had good intentions for the team, he wanted everyone to trust him and it worked pretty well, which makes sense since you two got along.

“I just...I don’t know, I think I have a crush on this person…” He raises his eyebrows curiously and you laugh. “Yeah no, I’m not telling you who it is.” He gasps sarcastically and clenches his chest in faux pain.

“You wound me, (Y/N)!” You both laugh before you continue.

“I don’t know if they like me either and I feel like lately they’ve been pushing themselves away from me and I just want to know how to fix it.” You place your face in your hands, feeling the weight of your words as they hang in the air for Bucky to absorb.

You hear him sigh and adjust in his seat a little. “Can I be real with you (Y/N)?” You look up at him, your eyebrows knitted together but you nod.

“I remember being so scared to tell Steve how I felt about him.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious! The one thing that stopped me from ever telling him was the fear I would ruin our friendship forever.” His words must’ve struck something in your brain because all of the sudden it felt like Bucky was reading you like a book.

“I feared that so much that I pushed myself away from him. It killed me to do it but I thought that maybe if I did, those feelings I had would go away and neither of us would get our hearts broken.” You gulped. Could it be possible Wanda was in the same situation?

“All I’m saying is don’t run from things that make you scared because that’s what life is about. Taking those scary risks. What’s even better is that rewarding feeling you get when you get a good outcome.” You looked at him for a moment before you embraced him in a big hug. He let out a soft “oof” before wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you,” you whisper before pulling away. He chuckles, patting your shoulder.

“It’s no problem. Seriously, if you need anything I’m here.”

After Bucky’s dad talk, you decided to actually mingle. It was weird at first but it got smoother as the night went on and soon enough you felt comfortable talking in the big groups scattered around the room. You even forgot about the mission Wanda was on as you talked to random people about your amazing heroic missions. What you didn’t realize was Wanda, Steve, and Natasha were already home getting ready. You also didn’t notice her walk in with a gorgeous deep red dress that fit her curves in all the right ways.

You were sitting in one of the booths, two gentlemen sitting across the table and one woman sitting right next to you. You didn’t know if it was the drinking from earlier or what but you definitely didn’t pay attention to the obvious flirting the woman was trying to do. You told the story about how you swear you saw Steve lift up Mjolnir when the two gentlemen excuse themselves. The woman sitting by you scoots around the table, sitting where the men just were and puts her elbows on the table, using her hands to keep her head up.

“So (Y/N), I know you’re a busy gal and all, you know with the whole avengers thing, but I was thinking maybe...we could get some dinner sometime?” You blush at her answer, face becoming red.

“Uh...didn’t we just meet?”

“Yeah silly, but that’s what dates are for. To get to know each other.” Her hand sneakily made its way across the table and reached out to yours. You let her take it, feeling extremely uncomfortable however. Across the room, a certain red head was glaring daggers at this mysterious woman.

“Watch it Wands before you explode,” Steve’s voice snapped Wanda from her trance. “Who is that girl with (Y/N)?”

“I don’t know,” Wanda grumbled, making Steve sigh.

“Are you ever gonna tell her you like her?” Wanda’s eyes widened, turning to the blond and gently slapping his forearm.

“Shut up! You want everyone on the planet to know as well?!” She huffed which caused Steve to raise his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, I’m just the messenger.” She sighs, rubbing her temples. She looks back over at you and definitely doesn’t like what she sees. The same woman was now trying to play footsie with you whilst gently rubbing the tips of her fingers back and forth up your arm. Something in her must’ve snapped because on auto pilot, Wanda was up on her feet moving towards your table.

“Or maybe…” The woman trailed off, trying to be seductive. “We could just go to my place right now?”

Before you have time to answer your cut off by a thick accent. “I’m sorry, (Y/N) actually has plans tonight.” You look at Wanda like she is a divine being, her elegance distracting you from what was currently happening.

“I do? Wait, yes! I do!” You lied, quickly standing up. You give the stranger a weak smile before you are yanked off by the Sokovian. Her grip on your wrist was tight and you winced a little.

“Wanda, what the hell?” She didn’t answer, pulling you to the elevator before pushing the button that took you to your floor.

“Okay Wanda, seriously wha-” You were cut off by a soft pair of lips and delicate hands cupping the sides of your face. You sigh into the kiss like it's the first breath of oxygen you’ve ever had. Your arms instinctively wrap around her torso, bringing her impossibly close. The kiss was passionate but slow, all the love you two had for each other pouring out into this one moment that would change your lives forever.

The elevator let out a high pitched ping, signaling you two you were on your designated floor. Wanda pulls back to catch her breath and her eyes are dilated, making your heart race.

“I can’t keep pretending anymore,” she whispers before dragging you out into the hallway. You press her up against the wall, earning a small gasp followed by a whimper. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol in your system or if you just felt brave but something told you to indulge her. You trailed your wet kisses down her neck, smirking as you felt her heartbeat noticeably get quicker as you sucked on her pulse point.

“Good,” you whisper, “because I’m definitely not stopping now.” With that you pulled her into your room, locking the door and guiding her towards your bed. She cups your face once again, deepening your feverish kiss. You gripped her hips as you felt the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. She pulls away, panting heavily.

“Are you sure?” You whisper quickly, anxiety getting the best of you. The witch’s face softens as she uses her hands on your shoulders to gently push you down onto the bed. She straddles you before leaning down and capturing your lips. This kiss was much softer, not rushed. You could take your sweet time with this kiss because you knew you had all might.

“I’m very, very sure, (Y/N). When I saw that woman flirt with you every cell in my body screamed to stop it. You are my anchor, whether it scares me or not. I know I pushed myself away from you but I was so scared to hurt you. I was also scared of my own feelings. I’ve never been more sure in my life.” Wanda’s words sent warmth throughout your body and you couldn’t help but tear up. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“No no, don’t cry!” You laugh before shaking your head as well.

“Don’t worry, it’s happy tears,” you admit, turning the red heads frown into a smile. This time you kiss her, your hands skillfully working their way up Wanda’s back, underneath her shirt, to unhook her bra. Her hips grind down a little at your bold move and you groan.

“Please tell me this is real,” you mumble against her lips and she chuckles before leaning over to your ear.

“It’s very real, detka, and I promise you won’t forget it either,” she husks. A shiver runs down your spine at the Sokovian pet name, her accent laced heavily through the word. Without another word she leans back and takes off her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cold air.

You swallowed, feeling yourself get wetter at the holy sight in front of you. She giggles as you ogle at her chest, pushing strands of her hair back so you could get a full view. Instinctively licking your lips, you look up at her for permission. She nods, her emerald eyes darkening when you finally reach out. You palm her breast, her head throwing back as she lets out a sigh of relief.

“Yes…” she whimpers. Her whimper was like angels singing, it was heavenly to your ears and you so desperately wanted to pull even more sounds from her. Wanda was like a drug and you definitely aren’t ready to start rehab anytime soon. You take another nipple into your mouth, looking up at her as she rolls her eyes back. You take the now very hardened duct, using your tongue to trace circles around the nub. You let the breast go with a small pop and a small strand of spit stretched and broke off from your lips. She looks down, her hands running through your hair and gently tugging at it. You groan, your hips bucking up causing Wanda’s center to rub down harshly on your thigh. You could feel her dampness through her underwear and you shuddered thinking of how wet she was.

“Please,” you whisper, letting go of her breast and replacing it with your eager mouth. She started moving her hips slowly, the grip in your hair only getting tighter. “Let me make you feel good,” you beg. She growled, taking your lips again with urgency that wasn’t there before. Her hunger for you was something she has never felt before and it only made her wetter. Your hands shakily gripped her hips, pushing up into the kiss as she grinded faster, her rhythm now becoming erratic as she drove herself closer and closer to her release.

“(Y/N), I’m close,” she panted against your lips and you nodded fervently. You attacked her neck, placing dark purple bruises that anyone with working eyes could see. She moaned again as her body started shaking. She started to move at a dangerously fast speed as you watched in awe of the beautiful scene in front of you. Wanda Maximoff was getting off on your thigh. If someone told you that earlier today, you would’ve laughed so hard you cried. But here you were, with the girl of your dreams, about to cum because of you. You could feel your own wetness pooling as you heard Wanda start chanting your name.

“Gonna cum, gonna...oh fuck!” She screamed, pushing her face into the crook of your neck to quiet herself. You wrapped her arms around her protectively, letting her ride out her orgasm, bucking your hips occasionally. After a couple of minutes you heard her breathing start to settle and you sighed, taking in her scent.

She eventually pulled away but her face had to have been only centimeters away when she whispers something darkly.

“Your turn.”

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telfordelle · 4 years ago

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Naughty

Characters: Filip "Chibs" Telford x Y/N

A/N: I just had to get this out of my system, I guess. Also, here's a recipe for the Purple Nurple

Words: ~ 2.2k

Warning: Smut

You were in the Clubhouse, sitting in front of the bar. Nobody in the club knew that you two had something going on. You weren't sure why Chibs hadn't introduced you yet, but you were fed up with hearing his excuses over and over again. Therefore, you figured that it was time to provoke your man a little bit. You knew that the club was having a party this evening, so you decided to dress up and surprise your favourite Scot. Your black lacy lingerie was brand new, and he hadn't seen it yet. He was in for a surprise when he'd undress you this evening.

"Another beer, honey?" Gemma asked you. You nodded and thanked her after she had slid the beer over the counter to you. Gemma came around the bar and sat on the stool beside you.

"Is everything okay?" she wanted to know. You chuckled - Gemma had always been good at sensing your mood.

You had known Gemma since you were young. Her son Thomas had been your best friend in kindergarten and first grade. It had broken your heart when your best friend's health was getting worse and worse, and after his death, you had been devastated. From that time on, Gemma had taken you under her wing.

"Nah, it's nothing. Work's just a bit stressful at the moment," you lied, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. But of course, she would. After all, it was Gemma you were talking to.

"Honey, I know that this is not your 'my work sucks' face but your 'men problems' face."

You sighed. Why was she so good at reading you?

"You're right," you admitted.

"So, what kind of man is troubling you?" she asked.

"The kind who doesn't seem to be sure if he wants a serious relationship or not."

"What makes you think so?" she asked, "Did he say that directly?"

"We've been together for a while now, and I know that he’s the type to be in a serious relationship, but he doesn’t want to make it official and introduce me to his friends,“ you complained.

"Well, did you introduce him to yours?" She raised an eyebrow as if to prove her point.

"Gemma, that's not the point. I mean, he made it pretty clear that he isn't interested in that. So he probably also isn't that interested in me," you replied sulkily.

"Honey, maybe he just needs some time. Also, men can be pretty dense sometimes. You two should probably just talk it out, trust me. I've been with the most stubborn and dense men you can find in Charming," she said, laughing heartily. Hearing her laugh, you couldn’t help it and joined in.

"Well, I hope everything will work out in your favour. I'll see you later!"

You nodded and smiled at her. Talking to Gemma always lifted your mood.

You grabbed your beer, took a big sip, and looked around the Clubhouse. You were familiar with most of the club members, but as always, there were also some people you didn't recognize - especially the Crow Eaters. Sometimes you wondered if Chibs still hung around with some of them. Whenever you tried talking to him about making it official, he was blocking you. He said that he had his reasons, and at first, you believed him, but as the situation didn't improve, you got increasingly frustrated. And speaking of the devil, or rather, thinking of the devil, there he was.

You gulped, why was he so sexy? You took another sip of your beer, debating whether you should just go to him or leave the decision up to him. Mentally, you slapped yourself to stop staring at the Scot. To your displeasure, you found that others were also interested in your man. Fucking Crow Eaters. One of those bitches was clinging to the Scot, ogling him. You clenched your fists as soon as she started to caress his shoulder in a flirty way. Forcing yourself to look away, you exed your beer, giving the guy at the bar a sign that you wanted another one. Or even better, something stronger. You ordered a Purple Nurple, hoping that this one would numb your thoughts - and feelings.

Still, you couldn't help it and had to sneak a peek. And what you saw made you hold your breath. That bitch from before had her hand in your man's back pocket, and it seemed as if she was biting his earlobe. Instead of pushing her away, he was - grinning?

You saw red. Alright, two could play this game. It was time to take some action. You knew that Tig was always up for some fun, no feelings attached, so you made your way over to him.

"Hey, Tigger," you greeted him. You used the nickname because you knew that it would make Chibs furious - albeit knowing that he couldn't even hear you at this moment.

"Y/N, what's up?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wanna dance?" you asked.

"Sure, babe," Tig replied, smirking. He took your hand and led you to the centre of the room.

You circled each other, gazes remaining locked. You knew that the other Sons were watching you, so you were fairly certain that Chibs' eyes would also be on you. Tig wiggled his eyebrows as you danced towards him, lewdly swaying your hips. You gently rested your hands on his chest. Slowly, your hands slid down his body as... you could hear someone clear their throat.

"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" that someone asked with a thick Scottish accent. You turned around and were greeted by an angry-looking face. Chibs nodded at Tig, who got the hint and excused himself.

"What's your problem?" you asked, knowing that the question would get him even more agitated. His eyes turned dark.

"You're mine," he growled.

"Well, last time I checked, you weren't willing to tell anyone about us," you snapped.

"Then it's time to change that," he replied, scowling.

"Oh, all of a sudden?" you retorted. You knew that you got what you wanted, but it still made you angry that you had to play the jealousy card.

"Lass, ye'r comin' wi' me," he said huskily. Chibs grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him towards the door. While being dragged away, you caught a glimpse of Gemma, who was smirking. Of course, she would connect the dots immediately.

Instead of going to his bike, he went for one of the trucks.

"Get in," he growled, holding one of the doors open.

"Why should I?" you replied, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"I'm not discussin' this wi' ye," he answered. You knew that both of you had done their wrongs, so you got in without another word.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You just hoped that you would get to your flat soon. Your eyes kept wandering to him. Did you finally fuck up? Was this the point of no return? All you wanted was for him to finally acknowledge you in front of the others. You sighed. You sighed. Finally, you arrived at your flat. He went straight for the door. Reluctantly, you got out of the truck. Had you pissed him off so much that he would end your relationship? Hands trembling, you opened the main entrance and went up the stairs. You could hear him follow you. Luckily, your apartment was on the second floor.

"I'm so angry wi' ye right now, I cannae put it into words," he snapped.  "Tch, what are you angry for?" you huffed.  He growled. "Ye'r MINE, lass." His eyes had a dangerous glint to them. If you hadn't been so angry, maybe you would have been turned on by now. Scratch that, you definitely were turned on. But you still had to stand your ground.  "Yours, huh? Certainly didn't seem like it when that fucking Crow Eater was feeling you up. You don't even have the balls to tell the others about me! Maybe I'm just tired of waiting, Tig didn't seem to have a problem being seen with me in public." You looked at him challengingly.

And Chibs snapped. He saw red, thinking back about you dancing with Tig, touching him. He pinned you against the door and kissed you hard, wandering from your mouth to your neck. You moaned into his ear, which only turned him on even more. You could feel how hard he was, and you began stroking him through his pants.

"Bed," he growled while picking you up. But instead of just throwing you onto the bed, he sat on its edge and bent you over his knees.

"You've been bad, lassie," he murmured while grabbing your ass.

"Guess I have to punish ye," he drawled, accent getting thicker the more turned on he got.

"Lift yer ass," he said, tone demanding. You did what he said, and he immediately pulled down your shorts, taking in a sharp breath as he saw your new lingerie. It seemed as if your surprise was working. Frantically, he also took off your shirt.

"Ye look good. But don't think you'll get off your punishment just because of that," he hummed, rubbing you through your pants. You hissed - you were already wet. He began rummaging through the bedside cabinet where you stored your toys. He chuckled, which probably meant that he had found what he had been looking for. He blindfolded you and you could hear him opening a bottle. You shivered in anticipation. He pushed your panties aside and let two fingers glide between your buttcheeks, making them slick with lube. You gasped as he entered your hole.

"Relax," he murmured into your ear. You concentrated on his voice.

"Maybe this will help you," he said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he shoved something into your mouth. "Suck on it," he commanded. You recognized the shape as one of your buttplugs. You squirmed under his touch, excited for what was about to happen. Maybe you should be naughty more often if that meant that he would punish you this way.

He removed his fingers, only to replace them with the buttplug shortly after. You drew in a sharp breath. "Ye like that, dinnae ye?" His thick voice made you even wetter, which he immediately noticed.

Still bent over his knees, he spanked you a couple of times. Each time his hand connected with your ass, a wave of pleasure surged through you. Blindfolded, every sensation felt more intense. You bit back a moan.

Sternly, Chibs told you to get on all fours and lift your arse. You could hear from the sound of his voice that he was annoyed with you. He was displeased with your behavior at the clubhouse. Now he had to make you behave again.

You heard him opening his jeans and sliding them down his hips. They fell to the floor with a thud. You were so wet, he would be able to slide into you at once. You bit your lip, and your hips rolled involuntarily at the thought of this. You needed some friction, right now. You needed HIM. You gasped as he opened your lips with the head of his hard cock, teasing you because he didn't immediately put it inside you. It felt like an eternity. Chibs ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making you long for more.

"Filip," you whimpered, begging him to finally fuck you.

"Don't come. I'm going tae fuck ye just a little 'n' slowly. Don't ye dare come before ah say so."

He thrust into you, at last giving you what you so desperately needed. Spreading your buttcheeks, he stroke over the buttplug with his thumb, making you moan out loud. Chibs leaned over you, bringing his hot mouth toward your ear.  "Who's the only one allowed to touch ye?"

 "Y-you," you barely managed to get out.

"What was that? Say it louder," he demanded. Why was his voice so sexy?

"You!" you cried out with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear before grabbing your hips and beginning to fuck you harder and faster. You were almost there, but he hasn't allowed you to come. You spread your legs wider, rotating your hips and meeting his movements. Your breath became short.

"Do ye want to come?" Not being able to form any coherent sentence, you just nodded.

Instead of answering, he took off the blindfold, flipped you over, and kissed you hard. His thrusts became more erratic. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned his forehead against yours.

Your orgasm hit you like an earthquake, bucking your hips you enclosed Chibs with your legs, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you, be even more connected with him. He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching as he came, shuddering. He kissed you deeply, almost tenderly, conveying all his feelings for you.

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Both of you were still shaking, as you snuggled up to him.

"When are we going to tell the others?" you wanted to know.

"Lass, I don't think there's a need to do that anymore - they already know now," he laughed.

You punched his shoulder, glaring at him.

"Alright, alright, I got the message. Tomorrow, okay?"

Well, you could live with that. Smiling, you cuddled up against him, never wanting to let go again, ever.

#sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy #filip chibs telford x reader #chibs telford x reader #chibs telford fanfic #chibs smut #chibs telford

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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Baby! I love you! 😘 you’ve absolutely been killing it lately and I’m so proud.

Headcanons for how the founders and Izuna would seduce you? (maybe Kakashi too as a bonus if you want🥺)

Word Count: 1,409 Pairings: Hashirama Senju x Reader, Madara Uchiha x Reader, Tobirama Senju x Reader, Izuna Uchiha x Reader and BONUS Kakashi Hatake x Reader Warnings: Slight smut, some degradation kink, fluffy bits A/N: BRO! You are so friggin sweet to me! I love you so much!

This man is a mess okay? He’s not even really sure how to seduce you, but he’s just going to smile and laugh nervously, and honestly...you’re all his all of a sudden.

When he gets a little more confident, he’ll just slowly rub your thigh while leaning in to kiss you. He loves to press his forehead to yours, looking deeply into your eyes.

He loves placing his hands on your waist when you’re both out in public, and when he pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, it just really turns you on.

When you’re at home, he’ll lay you down on the bed gently and he’ll just slowly remove your clothing while praising you and telling you how beautiful you are.

He’ll run his fingers through your hair while you kiss, and he’s very breathy and moany, which he really hopes turns you on.

His gentleness and sweetness is what seduces you fully. He’s just such a sweet man who holds you like you’re a fragile vase that’s going to break.

Hashirama gets nervous a lot, so he hopes he can just woo you with his kindness. You find his nervousness so adorable.

But when he gets in bed with you, and his hands are all over you exploring and touching you in all the right places, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Is this what you like?” He’s very vocal and verbal about it, and he loves watching you moan when he does something right.

As Hashirama spreads your slick folds, and he leans in to whisper something naughty in your ear, this is something that instantly has you dripping.

“You’re very wet, sweetie. Are you having a good time?” He may tease slightly, but he’s never one to be mean about it.

Hashirama loves rubbing your thighs when he spreads them to eat you out, and this really gets your heart racing.

He’ll tie his hair back before diving right in, and that’s the moment you know you’re in for a fun night.

It doesn’t take much from Madara to seduce you. He could literally look at you a certain way and your panties would be soaked.

Madara is big on degrading you, even when he’s trying to seduce you. He knows you enjoy it a lot, and he loves watching your reaction to this.

He’ll be very possessive of you, and jealous too. If you know he’s so into you that he doesn’t want anyone else looking at you, then you know Madara is seducing you.

“You’re mine. Nobody else will touch you or look at you like I look at you,” Madara is big on telling you that you belong to him.

Rough kisses while he’s tugging on your hair to guide your face to his. His tongue will penetrate your mouth and make you gasp.

He loves rubbing his hands up and down your naked body, feeling your skin break out in goosebumps.

Madara might even wear a specific cologne and style his hair in a way you said you liked. He’s a decently vain man, and he loves making himself look good for you.

He’ll buy you little gifts and treat you to fancy dinners, and he loves showing off for you.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you and make this clan bigger,” he’s got a breeding kink, and so he knows he can seduce you with the thought of sex and a baby.

He’s not lying either. When he fucks you, he pumps you full of cum and keeps himself deep inside of you so that none of the seed drips out of you.

He’ll undress you while kissing you so heatedly, all while calling you degrading names. “My little cockslut loves this, huh? Are you desperate for my cock?”

Madara may be rough, but he tries to be sweet with you as well from time to time. He’s gonna praise you when you do something good...like let’s say suck his cock nicely.

Seduction? What’s that? Tobirama is a fucking grumpy man, but he does try his best to get you in the mood.

If he’s not sulking, then he’s going to come up to you and kiss you harshly. He’ll be flustered, but he knows he wants you to feel good.

“Can I treat you to something special?” he’ll ask you silly little questions like that when he means having sex.

Tobirama does sweet things for you like treat you to dinner or give you a full body massage.

One of his preferred ways of seducing you is bringing you into the bath and stripping you, while he frantically kisses your body.

“You’re so beautiful…” he sighs as you both get into the hot water. Tobirama will wash you, and he’ll be very gentle.

He’s also into looking good for you, and if Hashirama pokes fun at him for it, he’s going to get pretty grumpy.

He’ll buy you fancy things like roses, champagne and lingerie. It’s his way of being romantic without having to use his words all the time.

He’ll watch you get dressed in the morning if he’s got time to do so. He loves looking at your body, and he’ll actually tell you how gorgeous you look.

The rare times that he smiles are enough to get your heart pounding. He looks so much better happy, and he knows it but can’t help but be a grump.

He’ll bring you to a private place in Konoha and he’ll just ravish you. He can’t keep his hands to himself sometimes.

Izuna is a flirt. He’ll flirt with you playfully and call you pet names and just be a cutie with you.

“You’re so cute, y/n.” He loves calling you cute and just being playful.

He’ll do cute things like pick you flowers and buy you chocolates. He loves the look on your face.

This man gives the best kisses. They are slow, sensual and sweet and they leave you breathless.

He loves undressing you very slowly, watching as you try to hide your body from him.

“You don’t need to hide, you are absolutely beautiful.” Izuna has a way with words that you weren’t aware of until you started seeing him.

He loves to make you a little flustered. He enjoys seeing your cheeks turn pink.

Izuna enjoys wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in close for a sweet kiss.

He’ll brush your hair from your face, and he’ll place a little flower behind your ear.

“Wanna go somewhere more private with me?” if his brother is being a nosy little brat, Izuna wants to spend some much needed alone time with you.

He’ll slowly kiss up your thighs when he’s going down on you, and he’ll watch you from his position between your thighs. You know it’s gonna be good.

BONUS

Kakashi is hardly aware that he’s seducing you. It’s just his usual behavior that turns you on.

He’ll just be leaning up against a tree, reading Icha Icha and that’s all it takes for you to get excited.

Sometimes, he’ll mutter some sort of compliment your way. It’s not because he doesn’t believe it, it’s because he’s actually pretty timid about flirting.

He’ll do cute things like buy you little gifts and bring you on picnics out in the fields.

“You look so beautiful,” Kakashi is a man of few words when he’s seducing.

It’s all about the actions for him. He’ll get your heart racing with a passionate kiss and his hands on your waist to pull you closer.

He’ll make you blush by reacting strongly to your naked body. He thinks you look absolutely stunning with nothing on except for your shinobi forehead protector.

He’ll massage you and scrub you nice and good in the shower, while kissing any patch of skin his lips can get to.

He may not be the best with his words of seduction, but he can just give you a look and your panties are soaked.

Kakashi is very skilled with his hands, and he’ll just linger on your legs while you wear a short skirt.

You can expect him to slowly tease you, rubbing your clothed pussy and making you moan.

“Is this what you want?” he’ll be asking you tons of questions to confirm that you are enjoying yourself.

Kakashi wants you to enjoy yourself, but he isn’t always sure what to say. Just let him please you ;)

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 || niki lauda x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: niki takes only very calculated risks, except when you’re around to show him how to have a bit more fun.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: about 3k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: smut (semi-public sex, rough-ish sex, road head, very slight dubcon but really just mild hesitance), a touch of degradation (but it comes from a place of love I promise), spanking (briefly), established relationship, niki being massively introverted and slightly rude (but like, same)

[gif is mine, which explains why it looks so bad]

“How long do we have to stay here?” Niki mumbled into your ear, making you roll your eyes.

“We’ve only just arrived,” you reminded him. “It’s a lovely afternoon, it’s a beautiful property, and I want you to meet my friends.”

“I know, I’m not trying to suggest we leave too quickly, I just want to know how much dull conversation I’m in for.”

You shoved his shoulder, only as hard as you thought you could without disturbing the flute of champagne in his hand. “I hope nobody hears you talking that way.”

Before he could respond, the owner of the aforementioned beautiful property stepped up and extended his hand to Niki warmly. “You must be the elusive Nikolaus we’ve heard so much about!”

“Just Niki is fine, thank you,” he returned with a firm shake and a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The small talk went on that way for a while, with Niki just barely managing to come across as socially acceptable and thankfully staying away from too much racing talk (even when other guests tried to egg him on for more details about it).

That was one of the many interesting things about your boyfriend: it wasn’t that he lacked any social intelligence, in fact he had more than most crowds he was in put together, it was just that he didn’t really seem to mind if people saw him as a bit cold or standoffish. He could be incredibly charming, after all he had charmed you quite easily, but he preferred to be brutally honest. All was well so long as honesty and politeness didn’t interfere.

After a few conversations where you clung to his arm and laughed at all his jokes, you could see him becoming visibly tired of it all; he ran his fingers through his sandy-blonde curls more often, he began to toy with the button of his blazer, all signs of subtle irritation that only you would pick up on. It made you realize you should find a way to excuse the two of you for a moment, to give him a break.

“Say, Niki, would you like to take a walk in the vineyard?” you offered, hoping your friends would pick up on the signal not to invite themselves along.

“Yes, schatz, that would be lovely,” he nodded, and as the two of you quickly waved goodbye to those you had been conversing with, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“What do you think of them?” you prompted when you were far enough away from everyone else that you knew he wouldn’t be heard.

“They have a lot of questions,” he mumbled exhaustedly, making you laugh.

“They want to get to know you better! I’ve been subjecting them to hours of going on and on about you, no wonder they’re excited to finally hear it straight from the man himself,” you explained.

“I imagine they’re rather disappointed,” he smirked.

“Niki, of course they’re not!” you gasped. “In fact, I bet they’re pleasantly surprised considering I told them so many awful things about you.”

He laughed lightly, looking down at the ground, and you walked around in front of him to grab the lapel of his blazer and pull him closer. As he leaned in for a kiss, you kept leaning back with a smirk, making him chase you. It didn’t last long, of course, his patience running thin until he grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours. You melted into it, moaning softly when his tongue traced over your lips and finally slipped into your mouth.

It was you chasing him when he pulled back, already totally lost in him and ready to ditch the party just to kiss him for an hour.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he decided, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and lips that were a bit pinker than usual as well as fallen slack.

“You shouldn’t kiss me so good after I tease you like that, and I’ll have no reason to,” you countered.

When you turned around you realized you were approaching the driveway where you’d parked in the first place, and Niki immediately stepped up to the car. “Let’s take a drive,” he suggested, but it didn’t quite feel like a suggestion when he was already opening your door for you and ushering you in.

“Wh— really?” you questioned, but you were already in your seat and he had shut the door behind you, circling the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. “Where are we going to go?” you asked when he got behind the wheel and turned the key.

“Just around, we’ll be back soon,” he shrugged, and you decided not to question it anymore; clearly, this was his best way to clear his head, and you were just happy he wanted you to come with him.

He took the car out of the driveway and started a journey down the road; you looked out the window at the scenery rolling by, and realized this was probably as good a way as any to show him the vineyard like you promised. But, when you looked back at him where he was stoically staring out, steering through the twists and turns of the countryside road like it was second nature, you decided it was a better view than the scenery outside.

When you reached up to turn on the radio, he quickly smacked your hand— lightly, but enough to make you frown. “Hey!” you defended, returning your hand to your lap.

“I prefer not to have music on when I drive,” he explained. “It distracts me.”

You snorted out a laugh. “You’re one of the best drivers alive, I figured you can manage a few distractions.”

“I can,” he countered, and you were a bit surprised that he didn’t challenge the qualifier of one of the best drivers alive. “I just mean that the sound of the car is more entertaining to me than music.”

That answer sounded a lot more like the Niki you knew, and you smiled as you laid back against the passenger seat. “You have a funny idea of entertainment, Niki,” you informed him.

“I know,” he nodded.

Glancing over at him, admiring his profile as he stared down at the road ahead, your lip caught in your teeth as you had a really, really bad idea. “So you can drive with distractions?”

“If I need to,” he shrugged.

“Then maybe we can both get some entertainment,” you purred, sitting up and starting to lean closer to him.

“Schatz, what are you doing?” he stammered slightly, watching you with wide eyes as you reached to his belt, opening it quickly and already unzipping his fly.

“Shh, focus on the road Niki,” you winked, pulling his cock from his trousers and grinning at the way he gasped slightly. It wasn’t quite hard yet, but it was growing quickly in your grasp, and a few kitten licks over the tip certainly helped him along.

“F-fuck,” he whispered above you, and you fought your smile as you wrapped your lips around him. “Fuck.”

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head, moaning a bit just from the taste of a drop of precum forming at his slit and smearing on your tongue.

“Wait, this— this is dangerous,” he breathed, and you kept stroking while you pulled off to reply.

“Shouldn’t be if you drive steady.”

“I can do that,” he nodded. “I think…”

You got back to it before he could start worrying again. The poor guy was always thinking, constantly assessing and analyzing everything, and it honestly sounded fucking exhausting. Sometimes you thought sucking him off was the only way to really get him out of his head, and considering the way his body relaxed under your touch and he let out a soft sigh, this was one of those times.

“Baby,” he moaned lowly as your lips met the base of his cock, and although you were certainly partial to the petnames in his native tongue, you really didn’t mind the way he called you ‘baby’ either. It made you want to keep him buried in your throat forever, but sadly you could only go so long without breathing.

So, instead, you just found a pattern you were happy with of sucking the head and stroking the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, reaching down with one hand to hold the back of your head, guiding your movements.

You had to be careful not to block the gear shift when you were bent over like this, which was a bit uncomfortable but ultimately so worth it when he shifted gears quickly while you were still bobbing your head over his length. Now you understood why he liked to hear the car… because now you could feel the car, feel the engine’s thrum as it reverberated through the steel and over your body. It was actually a bit erotic, now that you thought about it; but then again, everything seems erotic when you’re as turned on as you were in the moment, your body crying out for more than it would have a chance to get any time soon.

He shifted gears again, taking the car around a tight turn, and you held onto his thighs tightly to keep from moving too much. Thankfully he kept his promise to drive steady and it was pretty easy to keep your pace, even to speed it up as you hoped he would come down your throat without ever stopping the car or even slowing down.

The way he hissed in a sharp breath and grabbed your hair, accidentally pulling it (which you certainly didn't mind), made you think it wasn't so far off.

"God, you're a devil with that tongue, schatz," he groaned. "Your mouth is so fucking sweet, you'll make me come."

You hoped your little hum around him made it clear that that was exactly what you wanted.

"You'll swallow it all, yes?" he pressed. "You're not going to let any mess get on my beautiful leather seats, are you?"

You hummed again, sucking harder, and he moaned a bit louder.

"Fuck, j-just like that," he sighed. "Don't— ah— don't stop, schatz, I'm close."

As if you would stop when all you could think about was the taste of him, how badly you wanted it to coat your tongue. Already you could feel his cock starting to flex against your tongue and you doubled your efforts to bring him to the edge. Normally you didn’t get a chance to hear his little moans and sighs because you were too busy making your own, so with your mouth full you could appreciate the sounds he made just for you.

It was only a stuttered gasp that signaled his release, just before ropes of warm come started to hit the back of your throat. You narrowly avoided gagging from the way his hand pushed you down and held you there, but you moaned around him at the taste. Your channel was throbbing, clearly annoyed that he was coming anywhere else.

Niki whispered your name, nearly choked on it, and let go as the pulses began to die down and he let out a long, sharp breath. But you weren’t quite done; you kept moving for a few moments, slowly, making sure to have every drop in your mouth before you finally pulled off and swallowed; you noticed a spare drop of come rolling down his shaft and stuck your tongue out to lick it up in a quick swipe while he noticeably tensed beneath you.

He spared a glance at you as you sat up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and you didn’t miss the shocked, yet exhausted, look on his face. "Satisfied?" you asked with a proud grin.

"Not quite," he answered in a growl, pulling the car to the side of the road and parking it quickly. "Get out and bend over the hood."

"Niki, what if someone—?"

"I think I made myself clear, get out and bend over the hood, schatz."

The petname had a lot more venom to it when he said it like that, with a cold sneer on his lips, and that likely should’ve deterred you but it only stoked the flame of need burning in your gut, and you nodded meekly before opening your door and getting out of the car. He followed you as you bent over, placing his body behind your as he pulled your dress up and your panties down.

Right away he swiped two fingers through your folds and you shuddered. "Dripping wet," he observed with a smirk. "Do you like having my cock in your mouth that much?"

You nodded, trying to rock your hips for more friction.

"This pussy must have been so lonely,” he realized. “Want me to fill you up, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you breathed, but even you didn’t expect him to shove into you in one stroke, right away, spearing you right to the brim as you choked on a gasp. And he was moving right away, too, giving you no time to adjust to the girth of him. "Fuck, Niki!" you whined, earning you a hard spank to your ass.

You should’ve known he’d get back at you for those few minutes where you wielded power over him. Well, actually, you sort of had known, which was part of why you did it in the first place.

For a man who had just come already, he fucked you with a lot more desperation than you were expecting, fast and rough and dirty. But you realized it was more for your benefit than his; damn him, he always knew exactly what you needed and gave it to you effortlessly, operating your body with the same intuitive precision he drove his cars with.

And if we're continuing with the car metaphors, then reaching around to rub your clit while he fucked you was like kicking you into high gear.

"Ohhhh my god," you crooned, arching your back and trying to push back against his thrusts.

"It feels good?" he asked, like it wasn't obvious.

"Feels so fucking good, Niki, please please please don't stop," you begged. Because you wouldn't put it past him to stop all of a sudden— to slam on the e-brake and not move again until you squirmed and cried and pleaded your little heart out. But even he wouldn't be so cruel now, and he kept fucking you as he pinched your clit hard.

"That's what I thought," he nodded, leaning down to wrap his body over yours and speak into your ear. "You're moaning like a little whore, you know."

"M'your whore," you gasped. "Yours, fuck, it's all for you."

He stood back up straight with a grin and held your hips as he started to really pound into you, your walls beginning to pulse rhythmically as you felt him rubbing over every sensitive spot inside you. His cock was so deep that it felt like you struggled to breathe slightly each time he shoved all the way inside.

It was a bit out of character for him, much more aggressive than he would normally be, but you didn't pull over expecting to make love on the car. No, this was fucking, through and through, and you were already going to hit your high so much sooner than you could've anticipated: pressure was building inside you faster than you knew what to do with, and your clit was literally throbbing with only his balls slapping against it to provide any relief.

"Oh god, Niki, baby, I'm… I'm gonna come," you panted.

"Do it, then," he instructed roughly. "Come around my cock, schatz, and scream nice and loud for me since nobody's around to hear you."

Your knees buckled when it hit you, thankfully you had the car and his tight grip to keep you upright. “Fuck, Niki,” you sobbed, and he laughed proudly before spitting out his demand:

“Louder.”

“Niki!” you yelped, and apparently you had finally said it loud enough, because he was suddenly groaning and spilling inside you, holding your hips tight enough to bruise to keep you still as he thrusted erratically.

You hummed happily and let your head fall onto the warm hood of the car, body going limp as he finally stilled and let out a slow sigh. He was careful as he pulled out, but you were still so sensitive that it made your toes curl inside your shoes just a bit.

Even though he was quick to pull your panties back up, a drop of his come still managed to leak out of your hole and drip down your thigh. With no intent to let it go to waste, Niki swiped it up with the tip of his finger and brought it to your lips for you to lick off; you were still a bit groggy in the afterglow but happily obliged, suckling the digit with a little simultaneous moan and sigh.

“We should be getting back to the party soon,” Niki mumbled, helping you stand upright and straightening your dress for you.

“Do I look alright?” you asked, opening the passenger door and flipping down the visor to try to use the small mirror inside.

“You look gorgeous,” he smiled.

“I mean more if I look like I didn’t just leave a garden party to get railed by my boyfriend on the side of the road only to then return like nothing happened,” you explained.

“Oh… yeah, no, you do look a bit like that’s exactly what you’ve done,” he nodded. “Do you really think they’ll notice?”

“Well, I guess we just have to hope they don’t,” you decided as you attempted to fix your lipstick as best as possible. “And if they do… then we'll hope we don’t end up reading some unsavory gossip about Ferrari’s newest driver in the papers tomorrow.”

He laughed as he got back in the driver’s seat, starting the car while you hopped in (a bit too fast; you winced when you sat down and realized you were still slightly sore and probably would be for the rest of the day). “Trust me, schatz, in this industry, fucking your girlfriend only qualifies as unsavory gossip when you already have a wife at home. And even then, you can get away with it a few times.”

“Right,” you snorted as you rolled your eyes, “I forget sometimes that you’re considered a goody two-shoes for a racer.”

“I hope you didn’t agree to be my girlfriend in search of wild adventures with the bad boy type,” he smirked.

“We just fucked on the car right on the side of the road, Niki,” you reminded him, “believe it or not that’s pretty wild for most of us.”

“For me as well,” he agreed. “It’s you that makes me so bold... sometimes I can hardly believe the things I do because you’re near.”

You smiled happily to yourself, relaxing back against the seat with a deep breath. Just when you let your eyes fall shut as you listened to the engine with him, you were surprised when you heard him turn the radio on.

You, you make loving fun

It’s all I wanna do…

You chuckled. “I like this song,” you announced, reaching to turn it up slightly, though it was still mainly background music as you watched the hillside roll by.

He surprised you again by reaching out and resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin. But his eyes were still on the road, even when you looked over at him, and you recognized the driveway where you’d started down the end of the way.

“Back to reality, eh?” you sighed.

“For now,” he decided. “I should make you meet other drivers and pit crew as revenge for all these social engagements you take me too.”

“Niki, that would require you to socialise with other drivers and pit crew, too,” you noted.

He shuddered. “You should be safe for now, then.”

#niki lauda x reader #and thats it thats all my tags #cause aint nobody gonna read this

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azucanela · 5 years ago

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pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross.

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there.

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.”

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him.

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around.

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.”

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride.

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?”

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him.

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own.

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would.

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares.

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.”

“Cool.”

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA.

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating,

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face.

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down.

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point.

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own.

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing.

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces.

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist.

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features.

Shoto nods in agreement, “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.”

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years ago

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If It Means That Much To You (Mammon x GN!Reader) Slight Angst -> Fluff

I realize now that if I had written this last night and Levi's tonight, I could have posted in the order of the brothers... but I goofed up on that... Whoops! It's slightly angsty, just the teeniest tiniest bit, but soft Mammon is so sweet. I don't write enough for him, feel kinda bad for skimping out on Mammon fics. So here's a Mammon fic!

Word Count : 1.7K Warnings : Slight angst;

The smile spread across your face as you swiped through the pictures that you had taken with your boyfriend. You both looked happy, and it wasn’t fake like those other couples that you had seen way too many times back in the human realm. This was the first time in what seemed like your entire life that you had been one hundred percent, without a doubt, happy. You had someone who loved you more than words would ever let him express, but he didn’t need words to tell you, he always showed you that he did, whether it be through the way he would hold you, or even just the way he looked at you. The way his lips would crash against yours whenever he saw you after being apart for five minutes or more. Even the way that he looked at you, you could see the emotion, so raw, you could feel it, you could almost hear it, just by looking into his eyes. His love, and his adoration for you was unmatched, other than by your own feelings towards him.

It was a perfect relationship, anyone would be able to tell just by looking at the two of you together. They would be able to see it through the multitude of pictures that you took together, pictures that he would never let you upload. Every picture was taken within the House of Lamentation, or somewhere deep in the garden behind the house, places where no one other than his brothers would ever find out that the two of you were together. It never really bothered you, not enough to bring it up to him at least. Lately though, it had been getting under your skin a little more than usual. It could have something to do with the fact that his latest modeling gig had garnered new fans for him, which should have been a good thing, but reading through their comments on his Devilgram posts had bugged you more than it should. He wasn’t the type to feed into their comments, whether they were raunchy or sweet, he would reply with a simple “Thank You” to as many as he could. You on the other hand, you weren’t allowed to comment on any of his posts, and while he hadn’t explained why that was, you just went along with it. At least you could still like them, and that was enough for you, at least up until now.

“Hey Mams, isn’t this picture cute?” You asked, idly flipping through the latest pictures you had taken together. They were taken in his bed after a long night of… fun… Both of you looked especially worn out, but the smiles on your faces were honest, sincere, and you loved waking up next to each other. His and your hair was completely messed up, and neither of you cared. It wasn’t a modeling shot, but it still looked perfect. You wanted to show him off, show the rest of the Devildom that he was yours and you were his, show them how lucky you were, and what better photo to use than one where you’ve woken up together. “I was thinking of uploading it to-”

Those words had caught his attention, drawing his eyes away from his own phone where he was scrolling through more comments and liking them, giving them the basic reply. The thought of you uploading anything like that though had made him stop, and now he was grabbing your phone from your hands and slipping it into his pocket. “Ya don’t haveta upload nothin’. I know we’re happy, so da you… nobody else needs ta know.” He smiled at you as if his words would actually make you feel better, and most of the time they did. It’s not that he was wrong, and maybe demons didn’t fully understand the concept of essentially showing the world that they were happy, that they had found love and being excited about that, but in the human realm it was a normal thing.

“Alright… I’m gonna go get myself some breakfast… you want anything?” You didn’t want to argue with him about it, you didn’t want to blow it up into something that it didn’t need to be, so changing the subject entirely was the best option. You pushed yourself up off the couch and started heading towards the door, grabbing your jacket off the edge of the bed on your way over. You turned back to face him, to see if he was going to answer your question, and he was turned completely around on the couch, pouting up at you. “You don’t have to worry, Mammon. I’m taking Beel with me.” Which was something you always did when you went to get breakfast… or really any food related item. Mammon was one who worried about your safety often, and since he didn’t like going out in public places with you, he would always tell you to have one of his brothers take you.

His pout only grew as his eyebrows lowered, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t really sure what he was trying to do or why he was even doing it, but you were hungry, and you really wanted to know if he wanted anything so you could get going. “Well… just remember who yer first demon was. Beel ain’t no better than me.” He huffed before turning back around and you were left in the doorway feeling nothing but confusion. You weren’t even sure what he meant by that, it made absolutely no sense to you. Obviously you thought Mammon was the better brother out of them all, you wouldn’t put up with so much of his crazy antics or try so hard to keep him out of trouble if he wasn’t your favorite. He also never had a problem with Beel taking you before, so you weren’t quite sure why it was a problem now. “Tell ya no and ya wanna go runnin’ off ta get food with Beel…”

“You know… I can still hear you.” He had whispered the last part, but his whispering sounded more like breathy screaming, especially when he was irritated by something… something that he shouldn’t even be irritated by. “I can go with Asmo or Satan… It doesn’t have to be Beel.” He groaned at the other two brother choices and now you were getting irritated. You didn’t know what he wanted, you were confused, and you were hungry, and he wasn’t explaining anything, and it was just really really annoying. “I don’t know what you want! You don’t want to be seen together, you don’t want me to leave the house by myself, and you don’t want me to leave the house with your brothers either. What do you want?”

His head whipped around so he could face you again, his eyebrows quivering slightly as he looked at you, his voice softer now. “I never said I didn’t wanna be seen with ya…” He sighed, shaking his head. “I just didn’t want anything ta happen…” You weren’t sure what he meant, or what could possibly happen if the two of you were seen together. Simple Devilgram photos couldn’t be enough to stir up problems, could they?

That’s when your brain, your already ticked off and, at this point, hangry brain started piecing together the puzzle, or at least, you thought you were piecing it together. “You mean you didn’t want your fans to get upset… If they saw a picture of you with someone they’d stop giving you likes and commenting on your posts.” His eyes narrowed as he listened to your assumption. He was shocked and even… hurt… that you’d think that that was why he didn’t want you to be seen with him. What was more upsetting was that he had apparently, at some point, given you reason to believe that he cared more about his fan base than he did about you.

He got up off the couch quickly, practically running to you and pulling you into his arms. You weren’t sure if you were just hearing things or if he was actually crying, or maybe he was coming down with a cold… but you could definitely hear him sniffling. “It ain’t about them… It’s about you…” He took a shaky breath, and that slightly verified your thoughts that he was crying, or at least on the verge of it. His hand held the back of your head, keeping your face buried in his chest so that you couldn’t see him, but you could still hear him, his voice vibrating his chest as he spoke. “I owe lotsa Grimm ta lotsa people… demons… witches… I dunno if they’d try ta snatch ya up… take ya away from me ta get their money back…” He finally took a step back, cupping your face lightly as you finally looked up at him. “I don’t want nothin’ ta happen to ya… I don’t wanna lose ya, Y/N…”

“Mammon… I-” You felt awful, terrible for even assuming that he would care more about his fans than your feelings. You had never once thought that he was doing it to look out for you, to take care of you because you meant that much to him… Because he loved you. Sometimes you fail to remember that he was greedy, and he did like to gamble, and usually that money came from other people's pockets. It was hard to remember because with you he was completely different, he never asked for your money and all of your dates were free, spent in his room or the living room or the gardens just enjoying your time together. Everything he did… he did it for you.

“It’s okay… If it means that much ta ya… Upload the pic… If it makes ya happy… I’ll even go out with ya… keep ya safe. No one messes with The Great Mammon’s human…” He smiled proudly, and you let out a small giggle as you shook your head. You didn’t want to worry him anymore than he already did about you, he didn’t need that.

“I know we’re happy… You know we’re happy… No one else needs to know… Right?” The words that he had said earlier made more sense now. You both were happy, and if anyone else knew, it could potentially ruin both of your happiness.

Things were perfect just the way they were. You had the perfect relationship, and it meant way more to you than a little picture being uploaded onto the internet.

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goodnightmemes · 4 years ago

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DEXTER SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)

Lines taken from 2x07-2x12 of the show Dexter. Feel free to change pronouns or edit in any way to better fit your needs. Here is part one.

❛ I thrive on chaos. But this is good, too. ❜

❛ I had to do a little creative problem-solving at someone else's expense. ❜

❛ Pardon my tits. ❜

❛ Are you trying to fuck her or set her on fire? ❜

❛ Sometimes the truth speaks from a peaceful place. It's taken me a long time to find that place, but I think I have, and it's telling me you're not the right one for me. I'm so sorry. ❜

❛ Is that what I am? Clean? 'cause I don't feel that way at all. ❜

❛ No, I won't do that. I won't let you turn me into you. ❜

❛ Hope you don't expect me to comment on that so you can record it on your hidden tape recorder. I wasn't born yesterday. ❜

❛ Your past is a bigger mystery than fucking Jimmy Hoffa. ❜

❛ No matter what you try, no matter when, no matter how hard you work, I'll always be a step ahead of you for one simple reason. I own you. ❜

❛ When I'm alone and it's quiet, I get scared shitless, like I start hearing what's really going on inside. ❜

❛ 'Cause when you're around, I kind of feel like I can deal with anything, you know? ❜

❛ I've always worked best in the shadows, and that's where I have to stay. ❜

❛ You can't go back. You know that. ❜

❛ You are not allowed to talk about anyone I date as long as you're seeing little Miss "pardon my tits." ❜

❛ She is obviously a vampire. A gross english-titty vampire. ❜

❛ Can't change who I am. I'm crass and dirty, and...I have a very filthy mind. ❜

❛ Jesus Christ. They sell anyone a gun in Florida, won't they? ❜

❛ That man. He wasn't trying to rob you. He was trying to kill you. ❜

❛ Nothing you could do,___, would scare me. ❜

❛ Whatever comes, we'll get through this together. I'm not leaving your side. ❜

❛ I need to embrace who I am, who I've always been. ❜

❛ It's like I've been living underwater, holding my breath, and now I can finally breathe. ❜

❛ ___ almost had me believing it was possible to change, to become something else, as if that ever really happens. I've always known what I am. ❜

❛ I'm finding it's best to accept things you can't change, you know? ❜

❛ Is this the monster that you keep telling me about? ❜

❛ Trust me, when you meet the monster, you'll know. ❜

❛ Nice. My subconscious isn't even bothering with symbolism. ❜

❛ I feel...such regret, which is rare for me. But not that I don't mess up. I do...just never so stupendously. ❜

❛ If they're looking for proof, they won't find it. Not here at least. ❜

❛ Then maybe you should come with us, because who knows what secrets will come ❜ pouring out of me once the drinks start flowing. ❜

❛ I'm done with it and you. Did I not make that clear last night? ❜

❛ Those friends of yours, they didn't even know you. They just see the mask, but I see it all. ❜

❛ Can't live with her. Can't kill her. ❜

❛ Fuck! I'm talking about my feelings. What the fuck is your problem? ❜

❛ I've always sensed there was something... off about him. Like he's hiding in plain sight. ❜

❛ If you got in the middle of this and you got hurt… ❜

❛ The only way I can help you is if you turn yourself in. ❜

❛ Don't you disappear on me. ❜

❛ I want you to know that you meant a lot to me, more than you know, and... I just want to thank you for that. ❜

❛ If I never see her again, it'll be too soon. ❜

❛ Sleep would be nice, but there's too much to do. ❜

❛ Okay, I may be sleeping with him, but it doesn't mean he tells me shit or listens to me about anything, so stop asking! ❜

❛ That's right, motherfucker! It's over. ❜

❛ I knew there was something with you. But this shit? ❜

❛ What can I say? You were right about me. I never held it against you. I don't now. ❜

❛ It's a graze wound. Minor tissue abrasion. No hemorrhage along the bullet track. Sorry. I think I'm gonna live. ❜

❛ If you're not gonna let me go, then kill me now. Just get it over with. ❜

❛ You're a killer. I catch killers. ❜

❛ So it's okay to take a life as long as you get a paycheck for it? ❜

❛ Either kill me or set me free. ❜

❛ Taking a life is one thing, but the care and feeding of it is another. ❜

❛ I'm generally confused most of the time. ❜

❛ You ever care about anyone? Then you shouldn't have to ask. 'Cause when you care about someone, you do what you have to do. ❜

❛ I remember when life was easy, when the only question I worried about was "who's next?" Now it's: "How can I dodge my protective detail? "What should I do with my hostage?" These are not easy questions. ❜

❛ It's not about what I think. It's all about the evidence. ❜

❛ Hair-pulling may not be manly, but it's very effective. ❜

❛ If he wanted me dead, I'd be dead by now. ❜

❛ You are the only one I can count on, jackass. ❜

❛ It puts a pit in my stomach that I can only interpret as... sadness. ❜

❛ You working on an exit strategy? I'm afraid that's not gonna happen. ❜

❛ How come there's never a circus when you need one? ❜

❛ What was that shit last night? Some kind of fucking scare tactic? ❜

❛ Don't test me. I could have killed you. I didn't. ❜

❛ You're actually angry. I've never seen you angry. This is good. ❜

❛ I should warn you. You can't play on my feelings. I don't have any. ❜

❛ It's a tough job. It can wear on even the best of us. ❜

❛ I yell a lot...and bitch and complain, and I keep expecting people to guess what I want, but I never really say it. ❜

❛ And that was exciting, you know? The not knowing. What might happen, what could be. It was all possibility. ❜

❛ Your life is going to rest in the hands of the criminal justice system you put all your faith in. I wish you the best of luck. ❜

❛ You need help. Let me help you. ❜

❛ You don't have to do this! You don't have to kill this man! ❜

❛ Sorry it had to go down like this. But there really was no other way. ❜

❛ Stay away. Just stay away from me. ❜

❛ Did you happen to be stuffing a human leg into a garbage bag at that point? ❜

❛ There's that anger again. You got to let that out. ❜

❛ You're spinning. Let me help you. It's only a matter of time before you'll hurt someone else. ❜

❛ Take responsibility for who you are. ❜

❛ Why can't you just let me go? ❜

❛ If I got to choose a person... A real person... to be like, out of anyone, it'd be you. ❜

❛ Who joined who in the shower this morning? ❜

❛ For such a neat monster, I'm making an awfully big mess. ❜

❛ Maybe this is how evil works. Destroying everything it touches. ❜

❛ I've been held prisoner in a cabin for two fucking days. Fucking hellhole. ❜

❛ After everything we've been through lately, I just want... to be together with you guys. ❜

❛ You told me to take responsibility for what I am. You were right. ❜

❛ I can't live in this house of cards anymore, waiting for it all to fall down. I need to do something, you know? ❜

❛ If I do this, I need a day to get my affairs in order. ❜

❛ Mention that when they interview you for the story of my life. ❜

❛ Don't leave me in this cage, anything could happen. ❜

❛ I lie to everyone I know... except my victims right before I kill them. It's hard to establish much of a rapport there. ❜

❛ Sorry about the cage. ❜

❛ I've always been curious to try. Do you have any weed? ❜

❛ Love's a battlefield. Or in your case, a restraining order. ❜

❛ When a pretty girl smiles and bats her eyelashes, we're powerless to resist. ❜

❛ I met with a lawyer yesterday. He helped me prepare a living trust that gives you control of all my assets in the event of my death or... certain other situations. ❜

❛ God. Go away. This is creepy. ❜

❛ I'm free tonight, you wanna stop by? We'll have beer, a couple of steaks? I wanna talk to you about something. ❜

❛ I just need you to know that... you and the kids are very important to me. No matter what happens, I want you to always know that. ❜

❛ I know I've been taking things slow with us, but it's not because I don't have feelings for you. It's more like I have too many feelings, and I just wanna make sure to get it right. ❜

❛ I want you gone. Tonight. ❜

❛ I've spent a lifetime keeping up my guard, watching my back, wearing my mask. Relief was never in sight until now. ❜

❛ Lately, I was starting to feel like I had my head pretty far up my ass. ❜

❛ You decide who you are, who you want to be...and you hold onto that and ride it out. ❜

❛ I need some help! Just open the door! I'm being held captive. ❜

❛ Damn, it's good to see another face. I never thought I would. ❜

❛ When something beyond reason happens, it turns skeptics into believers. ❜

❛ If you believe that God makes miracles, you have to wonder if Satan has a few up his sleeve. ❜

❛ I can't exactly feel their pain, but I can appreciate it. ❜

❛ I kinda forgot who I was. I got it straight now. ❜

❛ The term is homicidal maniac. Not that I'm judging. ❜

❛ A public place. You thought I was gonna...That I would slip my needle into your neck? ❜

❛ You're afraid of me now, aren't you? ❜

❛ You're emotionally color-blind. You use the right words, you pantomime the right behavior, but feelings never come to pass. ❜

❛ You know the dictionary definition of emotions: longing, joy, sorrow...You have no idea of what any of those things actually feel like. ❜

❛ I created a monster of my own. ❜

❛ What did you do to make her so pathetically crazy for you? Does your dick dance? ❜

❛ What're we doing home in the middle of the day? She asked, hoping for sex. ❜

❛ Why? Why do I have to make up my mind? ❜

❛ I've never put much weight onto the idea of a higher power. But if I didn't know better, I'd have to believe that some force out there wants me to keep doing what I'm doing. ❜

❛ As it turns out, nobody mourns the wicked. ❜

❛ Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. ❜

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