#god the amount of times i had to hear take over while playing that game !!!

[levinbolts]

not me listening to my soundtrack playlist while i try to rebuild isao and jasper's house (sobs) and going into fight mode when the p5r battle music starts playing

[girlokwhatever]

Ugh I’ve become obsessed with Paige. I actually showed a friend a video of her trying to explain my crush and the first thing she said was “wow, I didn’t expect her voice to be so deep”. I’m likeeeee SEE 🫠

For a request how about a late night call with Paige while she’s out of town. That voice in your ear, saying all the things she wish she could do and will do when she gets home. 😈

ᯤ༉‧₊˚.*ੈ✩‧₊˚‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ on the phone,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

you were in your bed getting ready to finally lay down after the long day you had. paige’s side of the bed was left empty and cold ever since she left for an away game. it’d only been two days and she’d probably be back tomorrow, but you still miss her an unbelievable amount.

your head hits the pillow when your phone starts ringing, paige’s name spoken loudly in the air by your phone. it startles you a little, not expecting to hear from her again today.

you reach over and answer it, pulling the phone close to your ear. “paige?”

“hey ma, how are youuu?” she drags out the ‘you,’ making it evident she’s happy and in a cheerful mood. you can’t help but smile just by picturing her face.

“i’m good, about to go to bed actually.”

“not yet. i wanna talk to you for a little bit. i’ve missed you.” her tone changes with the last few words, voice lowering in a seductive manner. it already has you turning in bed as the heat creeps up your body, the tone all too familiar to you.

“i’ve missed you too p.”

there’s a pause on paige’s side of the phone, silence filling the line. you hear her labored breath fanning over the microphone and wonder if she’s just as worked up as you are right now, even though she hasn’t actually done anything.

“i’m so excited to come home tomorrow baby. can i tell you something?”

“anything.”

“i wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

“oh-” you have no time to speak because she’s cutting you off immediately to follow up on her statement.

“when i get home, fuck- you have no idea what m’gonna do to you.”

now it’s your turn to pause, carefully thinking about what your next move is. you could just tease her, tell her to go to bed and make good on her promises tomorrow. on the other hand, you could play into whatever she’s trying to do and see where it goes.

you opt for the second option.

“yeah? what’re you gonna do to me paige?”

“you wanna know?”

“yeah.”

your girlfriend squeezes her eyes shut, praying that she doesn’t finish just by hearing the sound of your voice. you’re so intoxicating to her, always knowing what to say and what buttons to press. it’s almost embarrassing the affect you have on her.

“i wanna bend you over the kitchen counter, get you warmed up on my fingers. maybe three fingers, that sound good? i’ll make you feel so good baby i promise. i’ll start off slow if you want, or fast, it’s up to you.”

you’re breathing heavy too, considering dipping a hand down into your pajama shorts because she’s turning you on so much. the wetness between your legs grow, rubbing them together for some relief.

“once you cum two or three times i’ll take you to our bed- are you okay babe? i can hear you moving a lot.”

“m’okay. keep going,” your hand snakes into your underwear, collecting your arousal and using it to rub tight circles on your clit. the simple pleasure is enough to make your head tilt back and hit the headboard. the sound echoes through the phone and paige knows exactly what you’re doing.

“i’ve been wanting to taste you so bad too, gonna have you ride my face until i tell you to stop. want your legs around my head, cum dripping on my face. i want it so bad ma you have no idea.”

“yeah?” it comes out more like a whine, voice high-pitched as the pit in your stomach grows. you haven’t gotten yourself off in so long. the feeling is foreign to you, arm growing tired from the constant strain.

“yeah. won’t stop until your legs are shaking.”

“oh my god paige.”

“gonna fuck you too. nice and slow and deep so i can take my time, i want you to ride me after that. i love it when you ride me- i get to see everything. i’ll fuck you in the shower, on the fucking wall for all i care. i’ve missed your pretty pussy so much it’s all i can think about.”

you moan into the phone, making it blatantly obvious what you’re doing if it wasn’t already. paige feels her chest swell with pride and she’s so turned on she thinks about doing the same thing as you; dipping an eager hand into her pants to relieve the pressure.

“i won’t stop until you beg me to. i don’t want you thinking about anything else but me and how i make you feel, okay? want you chanting my name.”

“yes-fuck! nothing but you p,”

your hand gets tired and sloppy as your orgasm approaches, back bending off the bed to help you grind on yourself. paige is still talking but you can’t even hear her because your ears are ringing and you’re so close-

“you gonna cum baby?”

you hum out, near delirious and probably crying as her words send you over the edge. your whole body shakes at the sensation but it’s nothing like how paige makes you feel.

you can’t wait until she’s here and not just on the phone.

ᯤ༉‧₊˚.*ੈ✩‧₊˚‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

a lil short fic for my paige girlies

part of me fears i made this a bit too freaky……

BUT I LIKE TJE REQUEST SO HERE YOU GO!

partially spell checked idk

[slytherinshua]

SUMMER'S #1 PERK

genre. fluff. warnings. gyuvin is shirtless ‼️⁉️ n reader gets very shy. AND GYUVIN IS SO FLIRTY GOD. not proofread cause it's 6 am and i'm going to sleep but i'll fix it later if i have to skdjsk. pairing. gyuvin x fem!reader. wc. 1k. request. requested by 🥟 anon for prompt #27: "eyes up here, idiot" ++ written for @blue-jisungs <3 (i forgot if this was a deal before or not but uhh ik im getting gunwook in return for finishing this so a win is a win 💪) a/n. the zb1 delusions continue guys (send more in if u have any 😭‼️)

You had never been a fan of summer. The overwhelming heat, sticky sweat, and endless free time just clashed with you. As soon as summer started, you were already counting down the days until it would end, much preferring winter to it any year. 

But, as you sat on the pool chair under an umbrella, you realized that summer might have at least one perk to it. And that was your boyfriend shirtless at the pool.

You had been dubious at the idea of swimming with your boyfriend’s friends when he suggested the idea to you that morning. It was only your second or third time hanging out with them, and you never particularly liked water activities. But all your prior reluctance seemed to have disappeared into thin air the second Gyuvin walked out of the house with iced lemonade in his hands and a very clear absence of any swim top. 

You couldn’t help but blush at the sight. Truthfully, the most you had seen was him in a tank top as the weather got warmer. You were always one to take things slowly, and while you knew he worked out and definitely had muscles hiding underneath, you were never in a rush to see them. Maybe because you knew you would get flustered like you were now. 

Gyuvin’s eyes searched for yours, as they always did when he was apart from you for any amount of time. His face brightened when he spotted you sitting cross legged on the pool chair, book in your lap, trying your best to look anywhere but him. 

“Want some lemonade?” He asked as he walked over, holding a cool glass topped with a pink straw and a paper umbrella. The sun shined straight down on him, doing wonders to warm his skin tone to a rich golden colour, his chest and abdomen catching the warmth of it as well. 

He had told himself he wouldn’t get his hopes up about your reaction to him being shirtless. He loved having an effect over you; it boosted his ego. But he didn’t want to be cocky. It was true that he had worked on his chest and abs a little harder specifically for you. Who could blame him for wanting to look nice for his girlfriend? He just wanted to match up to how pretty you were.

He didn’t miss the way you were avoiding eye contact, or the flush that was taking over your face. Now that he saw how shy you were, he couldn’t help the grin that spread to his face. You took the lemonade from him and used it as a distraction, although you snuck another peak at his stomach when he handed you the glass.

“The boys want to do a relay race. I’ll be back once I win!” He said cheerfully, leaning over your chair to give you a kiss on the forehead.

You let out a sigh of relief when he turned away from you, so sure you were going to completely melt into a puddle under his stare if he looked at you for even a second longer. Watching him from a distance was infinitely easier on your racing heart.

The boys did several rounds of relay races, and then started to play catch with some pool toys. You just watched them with a smile on your face. They were having fun, and you loved to hear your boyfriend’s laugh. He was on a team with Jiwoong, Yujin, and Ricky for a game of pool volleyball, and somehow, miraculously, they won against the others.

You saw Gyuvin cheer, hugging Ricky in celebration. It was cute how hard they celebrated just for winning a game of pool volleyball. Gyuvin then turned to you, grinning as your eyes met. You smiled at him and he beckoned you over to him, meeting you at the side of the pool.

You dipped your feet into the water, sitting on the poolside as the other boys got out to dry off. Gyuvin swam over to you, still somehow taller than you despite standing much lower in the water.

“Did you see I got the winning point?” He laughed, pushing his hair back off of his forehead as he got to the edge of the pool. 

“I saw! It was a super close game.” You smiled as he wrapped your legs around his waist, closing the little distance between you two. “You know, you distracted me from my book.” You draped your arms around his bare shoulders, not minding how they were still wet from the water.

He started to smile, “Oh? How so, baby?” He teased, already knowing where this was going. 

“How am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re shirtless?” It was hard to even say it in front of him, the sight of his smirk widening making you blush. You would’ve run away from his teasing if you could, but he had you trapped, hands securely on your waist, keeping you close to him.

“Eye's up here, idiot.” His eyes twinkled as he lifted a hand to your cheek, feeling how warm it was. You couldn’t even think of a suitable defense to save yourself from the embarrassment given how your brain was short-circuiting. Not that Gyuvin gave you any time to respond regardless, much more focused on capturing your lips with his. 

Seeing you shy only made him bolder, confidence bubbling in his chest more than it ever had before. Your blush was already the most adorable sight Gyuvin had ever seen, but to know it appeared because of him made his heart warm in his chest. 

Summer’s biggest perk was definitely this. Shy giggles, flushed cheeks, and warm kisses shared in the pool with your (shirtless) boyfriend. 

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[imagine-shenanigans]

Hands on my knees.

Now I'm thinking of an au because of the nasty coworker soap hidden camera thing. AU where some prick you slept with left a hidden camera in your apartment for a live stream on the dark web (shut up i know its cliche let me live) and its a 24/7 stream of your bedroom with audio.

And one of the boys is a frequent viewer, watches a stupid amount of the time they're on leave. Eats dinner while watching their favorite show, etc etc.

(Dark stuff and NSFW ahead warning.)

Soap is the one who is the most impulsive about it. He's the one who feels guilty about it until he covers his own hand in his cum while watching you play a game on your phone. It's an insatiable need at this point. Can't cum without thinking of the bonnie little thing on his computer screen. You said the word Soap out loud once while talking to a friend on the phone or going through a list and he came so hard he saw stars. Went back and clipped the audio, he has it saved on his phone with other words, just so he can hear you say his callsign. He feels just a little guilty after he cums to you doing stretches.

But that's the allure of it, the taboo, knowing he's a fucking freak but doing it anyway. And god does he love it. Honestly the guilt fades REALLY quickly when he realizes how long the camera has been there, bordering on months. Such a poor thing you are, so vulnerable, so sweet. You just need someone to protect you from the nasty men in this world. Need someone even nastier to do it.

He makes the impulsive decision to go to the pub you mention on the phone with a friend. He waits until you're just a little drunk and "accidentally" bumps into you. Makes himself as charming as possible, smiles and laughs with you, until youre bringing him into your home. He positions you just right so the camera can see (he's recording the stream at home) and makes you as loud as possible, tongue laving over your inner thighs, leaving searing bites anywhere he can reach like he's claiming you.

(He is.)

He makes sure the camera gets a perfect shot of him cumming inside of you without protection. Hooks his fingers into your mouth so you can't stop the sounds you're making. He licks the drool from your chin and up into your mouth. Spends hours making you cum your brains out when he's not using you, well past the point of overstimulation by the time he settles, leaving you a hiccupping and sobbing mess as he rubs soothing cream over you, cuddling you to his chest so that this time, the camera can't see you at all.

He gives a peace sign to the camera after you fall asleep, and says "Alright ye bloody animals, shows over." before breaking the thing. Shoves it in the middle of your kitchen garbage before washing his hands and crawling back into bed with you. He sets up a new camera by the next morning, this one just for himself.

(and, if he releases clips of you two fucking online, that's between him and the rest of the god forsaken fucks on there.)

//

Price is shameless about watching you.

He knows he's going to hell, what's one more sin along the way? He indulges himself far more than any of the others. The silence gets to him when he's on leave, and what better way to fill it than with a pretty/handsome thing going about their life? He spends pretty much every waking and sleeping minute with his laptop open to your feed, watching you go about your day. It's mostly mundane, really, sick in nature but not a sexual thing for the most part. Of course, he gives his cock slow, languid strokes when he watches your hips eagerly buck into the vibrating toy you're using, whimpers falling from your pretty lips that John just wants to swallow whole. Too impatient for your own good, you need to be held down and edged for a good hour.

It's that thought that sends him spiraling.

How much better oof you'd be if you just had him to take care of you. Such a shame a nasty, terrible man put a camera in your room - he'll fix that.

He ends up moving into the flat/house next to yours when it mysteriously comes available. He really wants a cute little spouse to come home to - really wants to sit them on his cock until theyre crying and begging him to move. (And if he can get them to call him daddy, well, wouldn't that be a sight?)

He takes the longest out of all the boys, ends up being the model neighbor, coaxes you out like a feral little animal until you're spending more time in his place than your own. He hates that so many people (mainly men, his main issue is the men) can see you at any given time. Can take what should be his. So he waits until you're out for work one day and he uses the spare key you gave him (so trustingly, honey you shouldn't give things to strange men like him. He'll bend you over his knee until you learn your lesson.) and he sneaks into your room and moves the camera just a bit after disabling it. Just enough so its more noticeable in the light.

(If he steals a pair of panties, well... he does.)

And when you come crying and shaking to his doorstep later, he breaks the thing in his hand, and chucks it before he ushers you into his place and coos at you as he fingers you in his lap, edging you as you work through all those big emotions :( Poor baby, he's got you now, no need to be so scared, he'll get you nice and needy and then fuck you until you're brainlessly drooling into his pillow. He'll even be so kind as to slip his ring on your finger too, just to make sure you know he's not going to let anyone else have you anymore. That he'll make sure you're safe from now on, isn't that nice pumpkin?

//

Gaz I'm still trying to figure out how to write but I think he'd see the stream by accident, he's not gone looking for it, and he feels sharp revulsion when he figures out what it is while looking for some other information. And he's taking note of all of the things in the room, desperately trying to piece together where you live so he can do the right thing and figure out how to tell you about the stream. Definitely not because he's interested, and sure it's taking him a few days and repeated visits and- well, okay, you have this cute thing you do and- okay he's not... well he knows he's being a creep, but he's doing it for the right reasons. Totally. He's not... he's not being weird for no reason like some of these other creeps. And yeah, okay, he jacks off to you now and then, it's not that big of a deal, he's a little lonely and he's a little desperate okay?

He tells himself he's gonna quit, that he's not going to do anything, but then suddenly he's in your town on his leave, and he's putting himself in your path at every given opportunity. Of course, by then he's long since accepted he's being a real fucking freak by what he's doing, but doesn't he deserve something nice? Don't you?

And sure, okay, it's a huge ego boost when you do look at him and flush, when you try to collect your thoughts when you hear his voice. He smiles prettily at you and it all sort of spirals from there, until he's well and truly charmed you. He drops hints about the camera, but nothing directly implied. He finds a story on the news app on his phone about something similar and cringes, pretending like he isn't STILL watching the live feed of your apartment when he's in his own. Says something about how only a real freak would put a camera in someone's house. Good thing you've never done that to his place and he laughs, because he's never been to yours yet so you take it as a joke.

Weeks later, when you're doing a clean of your apartment, you find the camera and call him, and he comes over and hugs you, coos that it's probably not even plugged in, just some dick trying to scare you. He helps you run through who it could possibly be that did it, until he's given the dude's full name and address online.

He gives the camera a shit eating grin over your shoulder, looking directly into it even though you haven't pointed it out yet.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and offers you stay at his place for the night (when he really means forever.) He makes sure there's no cameras around you ever again.

//

Ghost is... the worst of them. In his own special way.

Assuming he isn't the one who put the damn thing in your room, he's definitely a regular on some of the grossest sites known to man, half out of sheer morbid curiosity, and half because he sometimes does end up finding things he likes. Your stream isn't the first he's watched, but it is the first he stays for. There's something about you that mesmerizes him. He ends up visiting the stream more and more until he's pieced together where you live and what your general schedule is. It takes a few months, but he wants you for himself - nothing else will do.

There's no preamble, no game that's played like the others. He forges a passport and documents and gets everything set up, and you don't even know that you're about to go tumbling into his net. He's quick about it, when he gets into your apartment. Ends up tying you up nice and neat, arms behind your back and ankles to your thighs while you sleep. Leaves the gag for last, just for the thrill of you screaming (so he can punish you) when you wake up. He blindfolds you, and moves the camera for a better view before flicking the lights on. He wakes you up with a slap to your ass, feeling himself grow hard as you panic. He cuts your clothes off with a knife, tells you not to squirm, and when you do and he knicks you, he just tuts and tells you that you shoulda known better.

Licks the blood from your skin with his mask rolled up before he pulls it back down (just a plain balaclava). He ends up hoisting you up so you're on your knees, positions you perfect for the camera to see, and fingerfucks you nice and fast, one hand on your throat to keep you upright, the other pitoning in and out of your hole. He makes sure to hit your g-spot/prostate every single time when he finds it, sets an absolutely brutal pace that has your tears leaking through the blindfold. When you get close, he bullies your clit/cock, moving fast and hard until you're screaming and you collapse. He tells you this is your fault, for trusting some prick and not even checking your own home.

Lines his cock up with you and doesn't prep you any further, only one orgasm and a little bit of finger fucking not nearly enough to prep you for what he's packing. He ends up fucking you hard, and fast, and brutal, still pumping your cock/rubbing your clit through the whole thing, not caring for anything but how you cry and squeeze so tight around his cock. He lets you heave sobs when he finally cums inside, no protection, and he pinches your nipples painfully hard to get your attention. When he's sure he's got it, he warns you not to let him drip out of you. Never tells you to stop crying, but tells you if you scream or try and get away, you will not like the punishment. He takes the gag out and you try to wriggle away, so he puts the gag back in while you try and apologize, ask for a second chance, and he just puts you on the floor, angles the camera just so, and takes the blindfold off. He tells you exactly how long he's been watching, how many people he sees in the stream at any given time, and then he ties a vibrator to your clit/cock and sets it on the highest setting it can go. He tells you to give the boys a good show before you retire from your acting career, and presses a kiss to your forehead through the mask.

He gives you an hour alone with your fans while he packs your stuff into the boot of his rental car.

[r0-boat]

Whb Kings as Monsters

Thank you @aet-tsu and @da-shrimping-station for the inspiration from your cute art and you're writing.

(I wanted to do them as pets but you two already got that covered so now they're monster hybrids just pretend they are your 'pets')

Sfw

Satan

He looked pleased, His smile wide as he drank the water and ate the chicken. Poor thing must have been hungry! Well, you are so glad to feed a hungry mouth. That night, You heard scratching at your window; it was the hybrid from before! How the hell did he get here?! Did he follow you back????

tiger hybrid/Weretiger! You saw this hybrid in the daytime while you were shopping, sitting at side, and the heat. His tail swishing, his shirt was off, trying to keep himself cool. His ears folded back. You walked inside the store, coming out with a bottle of water and some food, bringing it out to What you thought was the cat hybrid. He seemed to worry of you at first, but when he noticed you had food, His eyes widened, looking at the cooked chicken and back at you.

It is now been one month, and the cat still will not leave. He plays idly on your bed, sleeping. You thought he was just a normal hybrid. However, you were greeted by something horrifying the next full moon. This hybrid was not a cat!!! You see that now. You now stare at the giant wear tiger now curled up on the floor of your living room. You thought this thing would kill you, but it has taken quite a liking to you. However, you are still getting used to the random temper tantrums, and your house getting destroyed because of it...

Mammon

Despite being a tiger hybrid. He still acts like a cat. Laying in sunspots, making biscuits with your pillows(destroying them). He even brings you dead things mostly; it's a wild game. You hope to God he doesn't bring in a human corpse one day; your weretiger is just an oversized cat. Well, you don't know why you're surprised.

Satan is practically attached to your hip He goes wherever you go even to the bathroom. And you can't help but smile when your big cat starts to rubbing himself against you purring. When you stop petting him he demands you to keep petting him.

A dragon, an ancient dragon waking from its slumber, its den filled to the brim with riches of the old world. Now here, as he walks among the humans using magic to make him appear human, He sees that this new world's wealth has changed drastically. He hungers for that wealth. However, he must lie low. With that, he comes to you bearing golden gifts, of course.

You are thinking that you haven't woken up yet. It's handsome man a suitcase full of solid gold bars coins and pearls asks to live with you and be yours. This man with a big grin swears that he can protect you. Dream or not, You are very much considering taking the money replacing all that furniture from Satan's rampaging is tiring.

The dragon's eyes widen when he spot it a familiar figure. Your cat boy (tiger) hisses immediately pouncing on the man. Even with the tiger's sharp terrifying clause It did nothing against the dragons almost indestructible golden scales. "I swear my friend you get shorter every time I see you!"the dragon laughs.

With his endless amount of wealth all of you move to a bigger house with a bigger yard. Mammon studies human money and how to acquire it. Mamon bellows in pride when he talks about his riches, and goes on and on about tell excited he is to add more wealth to his collection. And how he could take good care of you, His chosen master.

Since this time living with you, he has been liking you every day more and more, especially how tiny you are. He likes to pick you up and haul you around. Maybe he could even convince you to go flying with him.

Over time, he slowly warms up to you. You notice how he gets possessive over You don't know much about monsters well except for dragons and were tigers. However, you did hear about Naga's being possessive over mates. But that shouldn't be right... How could this monster see you as his mate? He looks like he wants to kill you half the time.

Leviathan

A Naga, You're not sure why or how he's here. He just showed up in your garden. Underneath your wooden deck, He looks hurt. You finally have to lure him out with food.

He glares at you, and when you get close, he snarls, telling you to back away and don't touch him. But at the same time, he's the one who comes to you; he gets close, watching you intently. Even as he kisses and threatens to kill you, You try your hardest to tend to his wounds. Finally convincing him to let you touch and take care of him.

Sometimes he has his whole body wrapped around you, trapping you in this coils, making sure no one else sees you but him. Keeping you like this calms him. Having you so close to him, like this, he feels like you were all his. Your warm human body is addicting to him.

Your other monsters hate him because he's practically claimed your room. Satan and him have brawls for your bed. And, of course, Mammon loves to provoke the Naga.

Beelzebub

Mothman/moth hybrid (hear me out): You heard a knock at your window. You see a handsome man with moth wings and antennae waving to you, giving you a wink, and gesturing at you to open the window. At this point, you are not surprised. Immediately opening the window. The first thing this winged man did was kiss you on the forehead and hug you. Next thing you know, your Levi tackles him to the ground, squeezing the lights out of him. He only stops when you tell him to.

Apparently, they know each other. As your are pissed off, Naga hides in your closet. You asked him how he found this place, And he said confidently, "I smelled you!" Moths find their mates by senses of smell. And he thought you smelled good, so obviously, you are his mate. You are not deterred by the fact that you already have three other monsters lined up for that title.

Beel Only shows up at night, leaving during the day sometimes; he's gone for days at a time. Only to just show up randomly, sometimes with random souvenirs as gifts. He is really good at blending into human society. They're already hybrids walking among the streets, and he does not need to do much.

He will always find you because no matter how bad his memory is he will always remember your scent.

Beel and Mammon, who are eager to learn about humans, Go out together. Beel teaches him all he remembers about humans. Sure, Beel and Mammon are no different parts of human societies, but they get along pretty nicely compared to the other two.

Lucifer

Vampire. He has already lived among the humans for quite some time. How you met him? Well, You haven't been out with people for a while now because of you certain somebody's usually chase them away, whether it be a friend or a date.

This person has already been your friend online and the two of you set up for a little date night. You thought it odd that he didn't order anything else but wine and drinks; however, He was paying for the meal, so you did not think anything of it.

Lucifer had no intentions with you in fact, he found you quite charming. He was not one of those vampires that lure people into their home as their prey; no, He is a doctor. If he needs blood bags, he will get blood bags without harming humans.

You got a little tipsy and he invites you to take you home. Forgetting about your four other things you agree... You're greeted at the door with a dragon with his arms crossed puffing out his chest a snarling yelling cat a hissing snake ready to pounce. And Beelzebub laying on your couch waving at you. Apparently, they know this vampire. Why does this keep happening?

Since you're already friends with his 'acquaintances' He drops the bombshell, which is honestly the most normal thing you've heard all week, that he is a vampire. Well, he is not ready to drink from you just yet (since he sees that as an intimate thing). He does drop by in his back form, which you had fun squealing over, and picking him up and petting him, which he reluctantly allows you to do.

[drea-ms]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING by KUSUO SAIKI

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Inspired by Laufey's song "While you were sleeping", Kusuo Saiki falls in love with you at 3:30 am, he "hates" it ( spoiler; he does not )

warnings. pure fluff. ooc!saiki i think. corny and cheesy story i thought of at 12:47 am after thinking of the guy i like. mentions of yn. grammar mistakes. from saikis pov kinda. being in love. sweet fluff before all the angst (707 angst coming soon.) i just love saiki a lot :(.

The clock read 3:30 am, and the pink haired boy still couldn't sleep, so deep in his thoughts. But, what was he thinking about? Could it be a plan to become average and leave his friend group forever or the amount of noise there is in the middle of the night that the average person couldn't hear? or maybe it's the girl with [h/l] [h/c] hair. Probably the first one, or maybe it's the last one. It's definitely the last one.

He doesn't know how he began to think of you this late, one moment he was getting ready to sleep, the other, he was thinking of how pretty you would look if he wasn't a pyschic and without his powers. He hates how you left him in this position, while you were sleeping without a care in the world, Kusuo Saiki had just began to fall in love with you. He absolutely hates it (he doesn't. he's lying to himself again.)

He just hopes it's a one time thing, that your playing mind games with him (how is that possible??? he's a god damn psychic!!) and that when he does go to sleep, that it'll never happen again. Yeah, this is just a one time thing...

It's 9:76 am. Six hours after that predicament. And he was so wrong, since that night, he couldn't bring himself to sleep without the thought of you within him, each time he did try to sleep, you were in his dreams. One way or another,you started to appear in his daily thoughts more and more often. When he was getting ready for school, everything and everywhere he went and did, you were in his mind. Like a lost puppy you were following him around in his thoughts, he absolutely hates it. He hates how when he gets to school you're there and you're talking to your friends and spot him and wave at him with your dumb smile. He hates how after class you greet him and both of you hard to lunch, he hates how you know that he likes being alone and leave him to himself, knowing well enough that he doesn't mind being with you, even if it means he's sacrificing his own time just to be with you.

And he's back at square one, the clock ticking and the time is 3:30 am, thinking of you again, how candy can't compete with how sweet you are, that the way you smile might as well be on par with Teruhashi, how your kindness and friendliness can make someone's teeth fall out. Everything about you is on his mind, and while you're sleeping again, like a baby, he's falling more and more deeper in love with you.

Sweet and Kind YN LN stuck in Kusuo Saiki's head, and he's beginning to like it, he likes everything about you, he likes how you always get him coffee jelly, even though you don't like coffee. He likes how you try to get him away from his and yours friend group just for you and him enjoy the silence for a while, he loves loves loves the idea of being your boyfriend one day.

And maybe that idea might become true. He just hopes that when it does, the both of you will be in bed together awake at 3:30 am and in love.

VAL TALKS?!? back again :3 it's been a couple of weeks but i have school and i'm busy most of the time living life and going to school:) i wrote this because i was bored and start playing mystic messenger again and i thought of the guys i like :). i'm not sure i'm back for good, but i like writing and i have a 707 angst that's being brained stormed rn so i wanna focus on that and other stuff rather than just over work myself to point where writing isn't fun anymore to me:) it'll take some time for me to come back but i'll write and post every so often :) asks are open!! send me stuff of your favs!! especially mike from the fnaf i want to write him, so send requests!!

[recklesssturniolo]

can you write something w sub!matt x fem reader :)

Video Games - M.S

Sub!Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader (as per request, ily anon I’m praying I did this justice)

Matt’s been playing video games and you’re getting bored and decide to do something with the time you had.

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Matt’s been streaming for a couple hours now, and as the minutes passed you continued to get even more bored.

“Mattttt come on let’s do something” you whined, already having complained to him about being bored.

“Last game baby I promise, come sit on my lap and watch” he replies, eyes not moving away from the screen.

You got up from his bed, but just as you were about to sit on his lap a better idea came into your mind. You continue to be walk over but instead of sitting down start kissing his neck, in the exact spots you knew he liked, causing him to slightly tilt his head.

“I - what are you doing?” He asks.

“Nothing, don’t worry just keep playing” you reply, hiding the smirk that formed on your face.

Crawling under his desk - which earned you a raised eyebrow look from Matt, you sat and looked up at him briefly. Taking in how beautiful he looked. Slowly you brought your hands up and started caressing his thigh, immediately his eyes snapped down to you. Continuing this you began palming him through his pants, already able to feel his boner. At this, Matt’s hips buckled slightly, already wanting more, trying to force himself to focus on the game.

“Y/N” he whined out.

“Yes?” You replied

“Please” he states.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” You ask.

“Yes, yes I’ll be so good for you, anything” he begs.

You could see his bulge basically begging to be let out, knowing he was aching for your touch, you pulled down his pants and boxers. You spat on your hand and slowly began stroking his dick, continuing for a couple minutes. As you heard him let out a couple soft groans, while continuously trying to properly play the video game.

“Please” He breathes out.

“Please what hm?” You smirked back.

“Use your mouth, please I want to watch how well you take my dick in your mouth” he said, throwing his head back and slightly jerking his hips upwards.

“Are you going to be a good boy and stay quiet? We wouldn’t want your friends to hear you would we?” You reply.

“I promise I’ll be quiet, just please, I need your mouth” he whines back, the pre-cum more than obvious on his tip.

And with that, you lick up from the base before kissing right on the tip. Starting to swirl your tongue around. You look up at him to see him staring right back at you, letting a moan fall from his lips.

“Matty, your friends are going to hear you. You don’t want me to stop do you?” You say.

“No please don’t stop I’ll be quiet, I promise. It feels so good, god you look so good” He replies in a whisper.

You look up at him, seeing him begging you for more, pure bliss on his face before replying “Then be good, play your game and be quiet” Getting a nod followed by an almost silent whine from him in response.

You deepen his cock into your mouth, fasten your pace and letting it slowly hit the back of your throat. You can feel him twitch, and notice his legs slightly trembling. His hips started to slowly thrust upwards as he tried so hard to focus on his game, and to stay quiet - which he felt was nearly impossible with the amount of pleasure you were giving him. You could hear him desperately trying to click the right buttons on his controller. He couldn’t get over how hot you looked sucking him off, and all he wanted to do was watch you, at this point his friends hearing him was the last thing on his mind, but he did as you told him too, trying his hardest not to make a sound.

“You’re being such a good boy” You say in between breaths.

“Always for you” He whispers back.

“Does my good boy want to come?” You reply.

“I, yes - fuck oh my god” was all he could muster out.

You knew he was close. You could tell by how he was biting down on his lip harder, his legs trembling more than before, and his almost complete inability to focus on the game in front of him. Within a couple of minutes you watched as his eyes squeezed shut, and he grabbed the back of your head, pushing you further down. Ripping off his headset, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet. Following that you felt a warm liquid in your mouth.

Several groans left Matt’s mouth as you continued sucking his dick.

“I - holy fuck Y/N, that was amazing, you’re fucking amazing” He said to you, his body slowly calming down as he came down from his high.

“You’re always such a good boy for me baby” You smirked up at him, wiping your mouth.

“I don’t think you understand what you to do me” He replied, while simultaneously pulling you up towards him, “can you, can you ride me? I want to feel you cum around my dick”

“Do you think you deserve that Matty?”

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

another noise complaint?

pairing: leon x reader

cw: daddy kink, pacifier, not proofread enough

a/n: i'm so sorry to my followers, my family, and god

wc: 1.4k

Leon loves you. He loves the noises you make, too, and really, it saddens him to have to shush you. You like when he puts his hand over your mouth, and he likes the way you like it, but Leon is limited by the fact that he’s only got two hands (as opposed to three legs). He can’t squeeze your ass and your tits while keeping a hand over your mouth, maybe even one intertwined with your own hand. He proposes the idea to you on an ordinary Friday night. 

You’re already in the mood, mid-way through foreplay, he thought it’d be best to cross this bridge when you came to it, so once your volume gets to a level just below the amount it would take to get a noise complaint (Leon’s willing to push the envelope with the neighbors, but it’s gotten ‘out of hand’).

Sorry I have better dick game than you, you told him to say. He doesn’t know what the term ‘dick game’ means, but he’s pretty sure he can guess. 

He hops out of bed and you pout. “Be right back. Just looking for something for you.”

You’re really hoping it’s not a condom once he starts sifting through his bedside drawers. It’s not a condom. The opposite, really, a baby accessory rather than a preventative for babies. Leon already has a baby, and it’s you. 

He pulls out a pink pacifier and you study it, confused. 

“I’m not pregnant,” you say.

“I sure hope not,” he says. “This is for you, baby.” He sticks it in your mouth, and you hate to admit that there is something comforting about sucking on it. 

Leon cups your cheek and kisses you on the forehead. “It’ll help you keep quiet, so we don’t get in trouble,” he whispers sweetly and taps you on the nose. 

Leon had to pretend to be a new father at the grocery store earlier that day when he was buying a pacifier. He was asked by the woman in line behind him. “Oh, you have a baby girl? I’m guessing by the pink,” she said, pointing to the pacifier. Yeah, I do, but she’s an adult. Pink’s her favorite color, though. 

He could’ve said he was an uncle or had a friend with a child, but it was too late to decide on a lie. “Yep, a new addition to the family,” he said. He felt icky enough about the whole thing that he considered dropping the idea altogether, but baby supplies are surprisingly expensive. Leon doesn’t consider himself to be a cheapskate, but if it’s five dollars, you should at least try it once, right? It’s not like he can return it. In fact, he’ll never step foot in that grocery store again. The thought of it fills him with shame.

He hates the fact that he likes the way your big eyes stare back at his own and the way your little, needy hands reach out to him, grabbing onto nothing, just a silent plea for attention. He holds out two choices of pillows - one is shaped like Hello Kitty and the other is a simpler, less juvenile, pink, heart-shaped one with a little face on the front. You choose the heart-shaped pillow because it’s the right size to squeeze. (Leon is a size too big for you, but you make it work). 

He rubs the tip across your folds and he can see the way your eyebrows crease, the desire that fills your eyes, and he can hear the faintest sounds that are now semi-successfully muffled by the pacifier. 

If you’re going to try out this new ‘pacifier’ thing, then you might as well give it your all. Go big or go home. You get a sense of Leon’s plans for you when he hands you a pillow to hug - it’s going to be sweet as always, but it’s not going to be slow. He’s going to fuck you hard. 

Leon’s able to slide in with relative ease because he spent so much time playing with you beforehand. You tense up once he’s about ¾ of the way inside you. 

“We’ll take it slow,” he says, for now. The second part remains unspoken. “Relax for me,” he says, trying desperately to keep his cool, but when you clench around him, you catch him off guard. His breath hitches. “Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. You wink at him. 

He goes slack-jawed. “Doin’ this on purpose, missy? I didn’t know my little girl was so naughty.” The second part is a lie, he absolutely knows, and should’ve expected that move, honestly. 

You feign innocence, but it’s too late. He pulls out all the way only to slam into you, forcing himself into you fully, giving you no time to accommodate. 

“Gonna tell daddy if it gets to be too much, yeah?”

You nod, determined not to drop the pacifier. 

Leon grips your hips and sets a merciless pace. You try to keep the pacifier in your mouth but it falls out. You can’t hold back your moans anymore, not when he’s fucking you like this. It falls to your side with a tail of spit that hangs out of your mouth.

“Daddy,” you moan, way too loudly. Leon covers your mouth with his own. 

“Need you to keep quiet or else I’m gonna have to stop.”

He sees the look of hurt in your eyes and all cares are lost. It’s all about making you happy now. He’s teetering on the edge of his own orgasm as well.

“How ‘bout this?” He flips you onto your tummy and puts a pillow under you to lift your hips.

You him in agreement, but it’s muffled by the pillow that you’ve stuffed your face in. 

“Or do you want me to stop?” He asks only to see how needy you get. You kick your feet and hold your hands out, flexing them, searching for something to grasp onto. It sounds like you’re whining, too. 

“Okay, okay,” He half-laughs, and you can hear his smile, “I’ll keep going then.” He says it so casually that you don’t expect him to fuck you as hard as he does. His grip on your hips is tight and your hands cling to the sheets. 

All of a sudden, he stops. Your head snaps around. He's a tease by nature.

“No,” You whine, drawn-out, “Keep going. I want more.”

“If you want something, you should ask nicely.”

“Daddy, please,” you say, dewy-eyed, and Leon’s not sure whether to cry or to cum when he sees your face like that. His words get caught in his throat. 

He returns to an unrelenting pace. He keeps one hand on your hip and rubs your back with the other because he can hear you sob into the pillow. If you weren’t soaking wet, he’d be concerned. 

You’ve practically twisted yourself into a pretzel trying to bend your knees and block Leon from pulling all the way out. If your arms were long enough (and strong enough) you’d reach back and pull him in, keeping him there. 

“Baby girl, Daddy’s so proud of you,” he says, knowing praise will get you off, “You’re doing so well for me.”

He can feel your pussy spasm and your legs begin to tremble, but as per usual, you struggle against it, you tense up. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” he says, but it quickly turns into a groan. He doesn’t mean to swear but it comes out, “Fuck. I’m close.”

You lift your head, making sure your most important words are heard. Tears of pleasure paint your face as you say, “Don’t pull out.”

“I won’t,” he promises, breathing so quickly it sounds panicked. 

He halts his thrusts, buries himself to the hilt, and cums hard as you go through the aftershocks.

Later, an angry neighbor knocks on the door to complain about the noise. 

“Sorry, my girlfriend -” he starts. 

“I heard a man’s voice. It sounded like you.”

“Oh. Again, I’m sorry.”

His face is bright red when he closes the door and sees you, standing in the hall, wearing his t-shirt and stifling a laugh 

“It’s not funny,” he says, trying to hide his face with his hand. 

You run to the bedroom and come back to Leon, holding something. 

“Here, Daddy,” you say, dangling the pacifier, “You can borrow it next time.”

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: god of time! San x f! Reader

Word Count: 2113

Warnings: cursing, dub con (it's a planned scenario but only shown to be one at the end so read with caution) (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, rated E for explicit, established relationship au

Summary: Strange things keep happening, and your best friend may know something about it

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (female receiving, male recieving but only like a sentence and implied), unprotected sex (wrap before tap guys🔫), dirty talk, slight begging if you squint, felching (again), cum play, praise, light breast play, dub con, roleplay (they're roleplaying that san is her best friend who takes advantage of her), creampie i think?

I’m only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 25! free use/spit play, and i chose the former! this is a pretty heavy fic (dubcon) ad if you don't like it, please click away! while at the end it's mentioned that this is just a scenario, it's not really said outright and it's only at the very end so please!! read with caution!

And this is the last of the FFF i'm writing! i hope you enjoyed the burst of smuts from me and maybe you'll see more in the future ;)

ALSO! as threatened by @sanjoongie...dedicated to her and it's for topaz's eyes only lol /hj

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A strange taste fills your mouth and you stop mid-sentence, clearing your throat and chugging the rest of your water. Your best friend, San, is watching you with concern on his face. “You good (Y/N)?”

You nod, clearing your throat again and swallowing down the strange bitter taste in your throat. “Uh. Yeah,” you say, smiling at him. “Just got a weird taste in your throat. Probably choked on my spit or something.”

San hums, brushing over the incident, but when he’s left for his apartment and all you have to keep you company is silence, you rush to the bathroom to cough and gargle the familiar taste of come out of your mouth. That has been happening to you for the past few days. You’ll be in the middle of the most mediocre task and in the blink of an eye your mouth or ass is sore and there’s cum dripping somewhere.

You remember the first time it happened like it was yesterday (and to be honest, it was only just the past Saturday). You were just doing your laundry with San playing video games as he usually does since you just ‘have the better router’, when you felt your underwear grow sticky and your legs quiver like when you use your Hitachi in privacy. With a glance at San, you slid into the bathroom and yanked your underwear down, staring for a good moment at the wetness that covered both the cloth and your thighs. There was no mistake about it. You had orgasmed.

You had brushed it off as just some random body thing, but then it happened again. And again. Some days you’d just be having dinner, and on others, you’d just be reading a book and you’ll find yourself ass up and underwear soaked. Every once in a while, you’d even have the taste of come on your tongue.

You swear you’re haunted, but no amount of salt, or incense, or candles kept whatever entity it was from coming and using you in the blink of an eye.

But one day, you were just trying to have a nice shower when this time, when you blinked, you were laying on the ground with come all over your face and your cunt ached and gaped more than you were used to. Tentatively, you pushed two fingers inside you, subconsciously letting out a sigh at the stretch. When you draw them back out, your eyebrows raise at the white, sticky release clinging to your fingers. That was a first, and you hate that you grow wetter at the idea.

This needs to stop.

-

“San, I think I’m being haunted,” you cry, launching yourself into his arms as soon as he opens the door at eleven at night. “I swear I can’t stop it.”

San’s brows furrow the slightest bit. “What do you mean? Why so late?” Even through his confusion, he lets you in and locks the door behind him, a fact you’re eternally grateful for.

“Okay, hear me out. I think a ghost is haunting me and using my body as a toy.” You know you sound like a fool with how San’s expression changes to that of slight amusement. “You don’t have to believe me, but I swear it’s happening!”

With a sigh coming from the depths of his soul, San opens the blanket he had swaddled himself in, and you quickly curl up under his arm. “Do you want to stay here tonight? We can check it out tomorrow.”

You nod as best you can with your face in his warm, sturdy, chest and the two of you waddle your way to his bed. The covers are thrown off haphazardly and you almost feel bad until you remember what happens to you when you’re in your apartment and you let it go.

As you melt into the bed, San throws an arm around you and mumbles in your ear, “You did look pretty good sprawled out in the shower.”

It’s almost embarrassing it takes you a minute to register what he says but your eyes snap open to find San staring at you right in the eyes with a smirk growing on his face. You jerk away from him but you’re tangled in the sheets and you just fall to the ground.

You try again, but this time, something’s off. Your limbs aren’t moving how you want them to…or moving at all. San’s smile only grows wider as he leans over the edge of the bed to stare at you. “Surprise,” he hums, reaching down to pull you back onto the bed like you weigh nothing. “You were just too easy, (Y/N)ie. Running straight to my arms like I’m the one to save you? Pathetic.” He scoffs, his hands wandering down your sides. It would feel ticklish but as much as you try to squirm, nothing happens and his hands keep moving.

With a glint in his eye, his large palm comes to rest on your cunt, still soaked through from what he did to you in the shower. And within a second, he pushes your panties aside and presses his fingers into you, groaning at how loose you are. “It was so fucking easy,” he moans, moving closer to you so his breath fans over your face. You can smell the mint toothpaste and you want to spit in his face, but you can’t. “You don’t even remember anything, right? Just what happens after. But God, now you finally can see exactly what I do.”

His hands slide up your torso, pushing your bra up to play with your nipples. “So pretty and pliant for me,” his lips twist into a smile and he presses a kiss to your slightly open mouth. “God, I’ve waited for this for so long. You never saw the way I looked at so, what was a guy supposed to do? Now I finally have you.”

His breathing becomes laboured as his mouth trails down your neck before nipping at the soft flesh of your breast. You can feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh, twitching and forming a wet patch at the front of his grey sweatpants. San’s hand reaches between your bodies to shove his pants down enough to free his cock, slapping it against your cunt before lining up and pushing in slowly. “Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of your hot pussy swallowing him up. “Just as sloppy and loose as I like it.”

He presses his lips feverishly against your unresponsive mouth, thrusting harshly. Each time he pulls out and slams back in, you can hear every squelch and you want to moan at how his thick cock hits the perfect spot every time. You hate that you love the feeling of him stretching you out and kissing your walls so sweetly. But the worst part is the fact that as much as you can feel every little bit of pleasure he’s serving you, you can’t move an inch to chase your own pleasure. The slow pressure building in your gut stays stagnant and you won’t come, not until you’re free from this prison of time.

San’s still mouthing at your parted lips, his hands wandering around your torso and gripping at your skin. His thrusts have become more erratic, pistoning in and out of you as his cock throbs. “Oh my God,” he groans, high-pitched and almost whining as he comes deep inside of you. With each rope of cum, you can feel it filling you up so well and if you could, you would relax at the end of it. San pants against your lips, his eyes squeezing shut as sweat falls on you.

His hands are still gripping onto your hips like there’s no tomorrow, but his hips come to a still as he jerks once, twice, and the last bits of come spurt out of him.  “God, still so perfect,” San hums, biting at your lower lip. “So much better when you look at me like that. So pretty.”

His hands cup your face and stroke your cheek. He slowly pulls out of you but to your surprise, instead of letting you regain control of your body, he shifts, sliding lower. It takes you a moment to register what’s happening but as soon as his warm breath hits your core it hits.

As he licks a broad stripe up the pool of his come and your slick, you jolt with a gasp, your body finally back to yours. Before you can do anything, struggle, moan, even blink, San sucks harshly at your clit and your hands fly to grip his hair as you half scream half moan. “Shit–” you whine out, voice broken as if you’ve forgotten how to speak. “San– please–”

As a response, his tongue flicks your clit and his grip on your hips tightens as he pulls you even closer to him. “Fuck, taste so good, and you taste even better begging for me.” His voice is so raspy as he mouths his way down to your fluttering hole, shoving his tongue in and working it against your clenching walls.

You squeal, legs jerking but you can’t move too much before they suddenly are still and you lift your head to see San staring right at you as he tastes you. “Isn’t it so much easier that way?” he murmurs into your dripping cunt, eyes burning with desire. “No struggling, just feeling?”

Before you can respond, his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud and the slow build-up of your orgasm finally crashes over you. Your brain goes fuzzy and your vision burns white as you throw your head back onto the mattress and your hands grip his hair so tight you fear you might’ve pulled out some hair. You swear you’ve gone deaf for a few blissful seconds before you come back down from your high and San’s slowed his licks as he groans, sitting up and pressing just the head of his dick into you as he cums again, painting your folds white. Gently, he pushes his come back inside of you around his dick while thrusting shallowly into you, moaning as his come foams up around his fingers. “God, you’re such a fucking dream," San moans, crawling up to meet your tired face and kiss you deep, his tongue working its way into your slack mouth, and you can taste his come on his tongue.

A pause, and he cups your face and presses another, lighter, kiss to your lips. You respond this time, pulling him closer by his shirt collar. “I wasn’t too rough with you, right?” His voice is much smaller now, and your eyes crinkle as you smile at him fondly.

“Of course not. You never are. Sure, I was a bit sore after you used your powers, but hey, that’s what makes it good.” You press a kiss on his cheek. “I’m just happy I got to be with you. I mean, who else can boast they’re dating a god of time?”

San chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “And I’m lucky to be dating the one and only (Y/N).” He presses another sweet kiss to your temple. “You did so well for me too. Now, let’s get you in the bath and clean you up.”

You chuckle, winding your arms around his neck and kissing his jawline. “Or…we could use another round.”

“Ah, you’re not tired yet? I just used you for a good hour,” San scolds, but you can feel him growing hard against your hip again. “Maybe I should tire you out for real.”

With a smirk, you reach down and palm his growing erection. “Maybe you should,” you start to say, but you’re soon cut off by his lips on yours. He picks you up, making you squeal as he carries you to the connected bathroom. ��Aw,” you pout, but San kisses it away and you see the darkness in his eyes.

“Don’t ‘aw’ so soon, baby. If you want a round two, it’d just be easier to do it here,” San teases and your eyes brighten at his implications. “Now be good for me and get on your knees.”

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself already ready in position on the cold tile and heat pools in your core as you smile and open your mouth wide. Your body freezes, but your mind relaxes as you let him slip his half-hard cock into your mouth. There are many perks to dating him, and this is just one of them.

[macravishedbymactavish]

First "I love you" (TF141 x GN!Reader Headcanons)

Since I literally can't focus on writing the series I have started, have some headcanons instead

TW: Swearing, typical COD violence and themes (mild spoilers in Price's bit), some clichè themes

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Ghost

Saying I love you...

You told him the first time he returned to your shared home following deployment

Sure the two of you had been together for a fair while before this, but its the first time you were alone in your shared space. It was the first time you really felt how empty home was without him.

You didn't want to distract him prior to leaving for the mission, so you whispered those 3 little words to him mid-kiss when he was home with you.

Heart full, and the breath you didn't realize you were holding all this time released. He was back in your arms. Your home was back with you.

Hearing I love you...

As with the other headcanons I write, I'm a firm believer that Simon isn't as emotionally unavailable or closed off due to past trauma as much as so much time in solitude. The last meaningful connection he had ended not the greatest, so he wasn't keen on seeking this out. It's been a while, our man is pretty uneducated in the modern romance department.

With his "lack of experience due to time alone" he is honestly a bit overwhelmed and terrified of this. He loves you, all of his heart. He loves you with the same amount of his heart as he loved them.

Sure, it's a different love altogether (familial vs romantic), but the feelings are overwhelming no less.

He clearly doesn't say it back right away (even though God he wants to). He wants to make sure he means it and portrays just how much he means it before diving right in. He wants it to be as close to perfect for you as possible.

Surprisingly, the perfect moment comes when you're falling asleep one night. You're snuggled into his chest, warm, content. Mumble a soft I love you, Simon.

His response comes naturally, a soft I love you too whispered into the darkness. Then everything just seemed to fall into place.

That night was the best sleep either of you ever had.

Gaz

Saying I love you...

I feel like with Kyle it would happen at the exact same time. Like....literally the same time. So imma just:

Saying I love you/Hearing I love you...

It would definitely come when the two of you are most comfortable around one another. Probably during a lazy night at home.

Cooking together perhaps? Little bit of teamwork, mixed with teasing comments and stolen kisses as you manuever around one another.

Or maybe playing video games (cozy couch co-op or fiercely competitive. No inbetween. Take your pick).

Flip side of the coin: you're getting wound down from a night out. Stripping out of the stupid fancy clothes you decided were a good idea to wear out. Spoiler: it wasn't a good idea. Next time let's do something more casual.

No matter what the situation is, you're doing it together and your hearts couldn't be fuller. Happily in the apartment you two share, just enjoying one another.

"I could live like this forever without complaint" you'd start, smiling over at him (even if he beat your ass at whatever game you were playing with no mercy)

"Didn't know I was dating an immortal" he'd tease back. "Share your secrets with me"

"No!"

"Why not????"

"I simply cannot share my secrets with a doof like you"

Your play argument ending in him trying to tickle you, or play wrestle you, or just anything that results in the two of you (INNOCENTLY) tangled up together. Like super clichè looking into the others eyes as you lay/sit there. Lost in the moment and realizing it's no longer "I like like you" but rather:

"I love you"

Said, by the two of you, at the exact same time.

Queue laughter, shared kisses and full hearts.

Soap

Saying I love you...

My mind automatically went to lost on a road trip trope. Like you two would plan out an entire day, wanting to visit the spot you two would hang out at all the time pre-relationship.

Except you're both too distracted by conversation and jamming to whatever playlist you had in the background to realize: your turn is well into the rear view.

By the time he realizes he's now driving on roads he doesn't recognize, it's too late. You're pretty far out of the way, and the clouds in the sky don't look super promising.

"T'hell with it! We have our lunch here" he'd propose, finding a small hill in the distance. "Our new spot™️"

So that'd exactly what you do. An improvised little lunch, in your new trademarked spot.

It was after lunch, when you both were full and ready for a food coma. You don't know what overtook you to say it. You didn't even realize you were saying it until his eyes dialted and a small smirk crossed his lips.

"You love me, aye?"

Hearing I love you...

He would have no hesitation saying it back, except for you playfully smacking him while yelling his name.

He'd be so in shock that someone as lovely as you would feel that way toward someone like him.

You!! Loving him!!

The next time he'd try to say it back, it would be interrupted by thunder in the distance, and the urgency to start packing up your things and getting home before too long.

It was when you make the journey from the vehicle to the house through the pouring rain when he decided now was the time. Watching you laugh, try and fail to keep yourself dry that it came out.

"I love you too"

"That's nice. But it's raining fucking hard so can we go inside and be cute after?"

You two were 100% cute inside after that. Lots of "I love yous" shared back and forth that night.

Price

Saying I love you...

Hear me out though, what if it were you captured with Kate (in that one mission, the one that solidified that Gaz shouldn't be in aircrafts anymore).

No matter how you feel in that moment (terrified, oddly calm, pissed to high hell) one thought would be in the front of your mind:

You've never said I love you.

Sure, you've told him the various things that you love about him. But never told him straight out that you love him in his entirety.

So as you sit, guns pointed at you. Ready to cause harm and death if needed. You find yourself reflecting on your relationship.

The ups, the downs, the victories and hardships. The way that you used to find his overbearing nature to be insufferable at times...you're now viewing it in a new light.

Maybe that's just because you're standing on death's doorstep wondering if he's going to answer today.

The crash, the chaos. You truly wonder if it's the end. Until you're pulled away from eternities grasp and brought back to reality. Face to face with your boyfriend who is clearly fighting back his own emotions. Still convincing himself that you're alive.

"I love you, John" comes out so naturally as you launch yourself at him. Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his gear pressing into you. He was here, he had you.

Hearing I love you...

John would 110% be beside himself. Trying to figure out how he let this happen, concerned that he won't get to you in time, letting his mind run wild with worse case scenarios.

Whether you work in the military or not -- you were never supposed to be in this type of situation.

Getting the call that you were MIA and now a POW caused his heart to stop. To grow a shade colder as he reminded himself he needs to breathe.

Won't do you a whole lot of good if he's passed out.

While he wants to call the shots and lead the charge to get you back safe, he does step back and let his teammates take point. Considering it's a glaring conflict of interest for him to be there, captain or not.

The entire time they're fighting to get to you, all he can think of is how this is inadvertently his fault. Running through everything to figure out where he went wrong. Where did he slack off? What could he have done differently?

He also vowed in this moment to keep you safe for the rest of your lives. Even if you hated him, if you never wanted to see him again because of this. He would never, ever anything like this happen to you again.

When they finally reach the front of the convoy, he's ready to pass out or punch someone out if they don't move out of his way. Much like a mama bear and her cub, you don't get between John and his love in this moment.

His team makes quick work of the enemies, as he approaches one of the doors. Heart hammering inside his chest, hands shaking slightly as tears burn the back of his eyes. Pleading to anyone listening that you be alive.

When you barreled into him and whispered those words to him he could've fallen over. His legs almost not supporting him. You were alive, you love him. You were alive. You love him. He repeated this over in his head as he held you close.

Whispering the words back, cursing himself for how his voice broke halfway through.

You were alive. You love him.

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @v1naco @bowtruckleninja

[mushexpress]

landing on gold — modernau!blade x gn!reader

summary — you get pulled in for a kiss. alternatively, what happens when you play spin the bottle at a college party and it lands on a certain blue-haired someone

content warnings (spoilers) — a bit ooc (it's an au!), slight steamy makeout session, tension, mentions of alcohol consumption, drinking game, suggestive language, the usual college party tv stuff

notes — 1k. this was supposed to have multiple endings with different reader x pairings but i only ended up writing blade's oopsie. wrote this in an early morning frenzy.

wake up, eat, study, exams and sleep. that was what all your days have consisted of for the past few weeks and you have been so sick of it. you spent most of the time tired or frustrated so you jumped at the first college party invite to celebrate the end of "hell" week.

aventurine knew how to throw a good party. the invite list wasn't so big that it made you nervous.. in fact, by the end of the night, it felt like an intimate party with people you were already familiar with — admittedly, some too much.

a few of you had found yourself in the host's bedroom, spacious but cozy, some were splayed on the king-sized bed or on the pair of green loveseats in the corner. you were fiddling with your empty plastic cup, sitting at the edge of the bed, remnants of alcohol sliding around at the bottom.

"finally, i think it's time." aventurine claps his hands together before ducking out of the room, a mischievous spring in his step. somebody groans behind you at the loud volume of the now absent man's voice.

it doesn't take long for him to return though, with an empty glass bottle of beer he probably snatched up from the floor or beside an upturned table.

"what is it?" you ask, almost sighing, discarding your cup onto the desk. it felt like the perfect time to wind down and you weren't sure if you were up for another one of aventurine's antics.

"well, i'm glad you asked my little gem," you raise your eyebrow at the affectionate nickname but he ignores your scepticism, "because everyone will be participating!" another round of groans sounds out but it catches everyone's attention anyway and you feel the buzz of anticipation circle the room. he has been a gracious host so far, making sure there was an endless supply of drinks while the mood was kept to a certain degree of good fun. and besides, none of you will be spending a dime tonight despite the copious amounts of alcohol consumed and it's thanks to aventurine — the least you could all do was listen to him.

"let's play a game, everyone form a circle now." slowly everybody gathers on the wood floor, heat gently touching your legs, the heating mats underneath it doing a fine job.

"now, everybody knows how to play spin the bottle... right?" a few nods and smiles in response and then you have the lightweight glass bottle in your hand.

"you first, little gem."

your heart is pounding in your ear and you're afraid everyone can hear it. are your lips dry? do you smell like alcohol? oh god, what if it lands on... questions race through your head and you're not sure if it's making you dizzy or if it's still just the alcohol pumping in your veins.

the bottle spins so quickly and slows just as fast and your eyes are wide as they slow to a stop in front of blade.

a low whistle from aventurine is enough to make you want to turn to him and punch him. "congratulations." you don't hear anything else as your eyes rise to meet blade's and you're stunned by how calm he looks, a stark contrast to the fast thump, thump, thump of your heartbeat.

you swallow hard, resisting the urge to wet your lips lest he thinks that you're actually nervous over this silly party game.

you're not sure what to do and you were hoping blade would do something other than just sit there and staring you with those eyes, a pair of molten gold that pinned you to the spot. it's not until he sits back, leaning on both of his palms in such a casual manner that you realise it's up to you to make the first move — you did spin the bottle.

trying to force even, quiet breaths into your lungs, you move and crawl towards him as he continues to watch you. blade's eyes flicker down for just a moment, watching the movement of your body before scanning your face once again.

"i'm sorry for this." you almost whisper the words but he only gives you a slow smile, eyes travelling and sticking to your lips like burning honey.

"don't say sorry." he finally says, his hand reaching up to cup the side of your face before his fingers slip into your hair. he holds the back of your head, giving your hair a slight tug so your face is tilted, both your lips so close together. you can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it makes you so drunk your eyes close as he eventually pulls you in.

his lips are hungry and greedy, and they melt against yours. isn't supposed to be just a kiss? but it's not unwelcomed and your hands scramble from the floor to his chest.

"shit." he murmurs and you swallow the words and the sting of hard liquor straight from his mouth as you both hit the ground, blade losing his balance. but you both don't pull away, his hand still holding you in place, and you feel electricity jolt down your body and pool there.

"we should record this." you pull away at the sound of aventurine's idea but instead of confronting the blond-haired boy, your eyes lock back with blade's.

he's a sight to behold. face flushed and panting, his cheeks are a blushing red, his lips shining from the sloppy make-out session and you feel his body rising up then down against you.

but despite all of that, it's his eyes that catch you once again, half-obscured by his fringe as they seem to have turned a few shades darker with something more than just plain lust. you could only describe it as desire and that look shoots itself into your core, making you ache with need that you know he feels too.

"come on guys, it's only the first spin." aventurine scolds, motioning for the both of you to stand up and collect yourselves but blade, again, refuses to move. he senses your hesitancy too and as his breathing calms, his hand tickles the small of your back.

"let's find a room?" all you could do was nod, hiding your face from the others as they watched in awe, both of you hurrying off in search of a private place.

[itsjustjackie55]

Can I request one where you go to pre season practice with Justin. While you’re watching him play, you get all flustered and turned on seeing him in his element and wearing his uniform. He starts to notice and once your back home things turn spicy 🌶️ lots of fluff and smut please ☺️

Practice and Perfection| Justin Herbert X Reader

Warning: Smut!!! Minors do not interact!! (18+)

A/N: Hi anon! Im sorry this took forever I just started school this week, and my room flooded with all this rain in Cali. I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry if it’s not the best or what you wanted.

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Waking up early in sunny California is beautiful but truly not for everyone. For some like your boyfriend who had gotten into a steady routine, you bugged for him to let you tag along to see him in action.

You loved watching him on the field during games, it wouldn’t be that different seeing him on the practice field. As you got closer to the field and waited on all the players you sat scrolling on your phone. Hearing a few conversations of the players coming out the locker room, you knew the guys were about to start.

After a while of scrolling on your phone, sitting in whatever shade possible. You decide to look up and capture your man at the perfect time. Mid throw with his helmet off you couldn’t help but stare him down.

Looking him up and down. Seeing every vein in his big hands and his muscular arms. Watching all the sweat being sucked into his uniform. You couldn’t help but ogle his body and squirm to shake what you were feeling off.

Eyeing him more and more didn’t help you. You just kept imagining him shirtless, like if he was at home during your intimate time together.

As he ran off the field to switch with another quarterback he found you in the stands looking at him. He turned his head waving to you as he seen your face and smiled brightly.

Oh that man and his stupid smile made you gush. You felt almost ashamed to have thought of your boyfriend as the sex god he was. Especially when his face doubled as the adorable squish you liked to grab onto and squeeze.

When he noticed you still staring off into space after he waved to you. He noticed you weren’t staring at something random it was him you were staring at. He seen the heavy amount of blush and decided he’d take an earlier break and come check on you.

As you noticed him walking towards you all you felt was butterflies. His long legs bringing himself to you at a faster pace most people walk. Trying to gather yourself quickly, he couldn’t help but smile when he stood over you. Holding a hand up to block the sun from you so he could see your face more clearly.

God you loved the height difference. Him being this close and sweet made you want to climb him and never get down. Lost in your thoughts Justin shook you out of it asking,

“You okay Sweetness? You’re really red.”

Feeling caught you made it a point to bring up the heat and lack of shade where you were,

“It’s just really hot and there’s not much shade right here. Speaking of that you need some more sunblock Sweets, especially on your neck”

You felt relieved when Justin just looked around for your purse and told you to grab your things and move somewhere better.

Just when you were getting situated, you hadn’t noticed that Justin ran off to get some cold water for you to drink and cool off.

Thanking him and leaning in to peck his lips you couldn’t help but place your hands on his shoulders feeling the heat and stickiness of the sweat on his uniform.

God he looked and felt good. From his greasy hair, chubby cheeks, and the veins and muscles showing through his uniform you couldn’t help but give in and look deep into his eyes hoping he’d see the way you felt without having to tell him.

Looking down at your big needy eyes it was like he could feel your wetness and sensed your need. He felt bad work got in the way of taking care of his girl. He loved you and wanted to help get rid of that issue right of way. The way you smelt, the way you looked right now, completely clouded his mind and wore off the second they called him back on the field.

Looking over to see who called him, then turning back down to look at you he moved his hand to caress your jaw and stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“Later sweetheart, I know what you want, I’ll take care of it when I’m done. Just be patient.”

Gosh that man had you swooning and feeling messier by the second. You needed him bad. Feeling like time moved slower since he checked on you, you couldn’t help but grow moody. The heat not helping you one bit.

Once all the coaches drew the players in, you felt relieved and eager to see your man.

Once he was free he trotted right up to you big smile on his face. With his gear in one hand, he wrapped his arms around you lifting you slightly to kiss you and rock you side to side.

“ I need you bad baby,” you whispered. Liking your tone and reminder all Justin could say was,

“I think I can fix that, come on.”

Leading you to a private room with all the extra equipment Justin also felt as eager to please you. He loved being there in any way you needed him.

Lifting your dress up as he squeezed thighs and ass, you started to unhook his tight pants desperate for anything.

As he pushed you to a near by table lifting you up he grabbed you chin to press a kiss to your lips while moving your panties to the side. As you slowly pushed his pants and compression shorts down, you two continued making out while he circled your soaked folds with his skilled fingers.

Moaning into each others mouths, you began pumping him while he stood between your legs.

Finally growing tired of your hand he stepped as close as he could inserting himself into you. Groaning at your tightness he had to stay still to let you adjust. After all it was you who gave the word not him.

Growing impatient, you whined telling him to move. Doing as you told you couldn’t do the slow pace he needed to work through for himself. As he tried his best to meet your demands and his needs. He sped up a little bit in hopes to get you to be a little more quiet.

When he felt stronger to please you he started speeding up and pushing himself deeper, all while squeezing your hips and thighs.

Not caring if anyone heard you, you continued moaning and crying out even loader, throwing your head back. Justin lowering his head to kiss and suck at your neck he felt himself twitching inside you, emptying his sweet filling. As he got into a sloppier pace, you couldn’t help but feel so full growing closer. Clenching harder around him.

Hearing your moans grow loader and closer together, feeling just a little bit guilty for coming before you, he pounded you with the best amount of force that got you to come around him harder than ever before.

Kissing each other and taking deep breaths he stepped back admiring your pussy leaking with his load. He loved seeing your frizzy hair, naturally blushed cheeks, and your sleepy, fucked out appearance.

He looked around and seen a few fresh towels to clean you off.

Tucking himself into his pants and helping you make yourself look presentable, he kissed you once again before you two left the room. You were happily pleased with your man. And him high from your time together.

[leilaxwhite]

Only his || Rafe Cameron

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: Rafe can’t handle all the attention you get at the party so he takes matters into his own hands.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MDNI unprotected sex oral fingering degration (maybe if you squint) mentions of tying reader up face fucking daddy kink spit kink jealous!rafe swearing hair pulling I think that’s all

𝙖/𝙣: this is the first smut I’ve ever wrote so please please bare with me 😭 I’m still trying to learn this is kind of out of my comfort zone but I felt like it was time to finally step out of it! This is also a little long because I got carried away once I got the hang of writing this lmao but I hope you enjoy this filth i just wrote 😭

The party was at full booming, people everywhere filling every corner. Every where you look you see people drinking and partying, having the time of their life. Rafe Cameron the host of this whole party sitting on a sofa keeping a close eye on his girl Y/n. With the image he is seeing he doesn’t seem pleased to the public eye but deep down he knows your doing this to rile him up for the later night when everyone leaves.

You were currently surrounded by random tourons you don’t even remember the names of, nor do you care that much to remember. Hammered out of your mind you knew what you were doing, every once and a while you would look over to see your jealous boyfriend, man spreading on the living room couch. You were playing a little game with him, looking over at him you saw the lust in his eyes and the boner he was carrying in his pants.

Rafe decided that he’s had enough, you’ve had your fun now it was his turn. Yelling at everyone to leave soon as they were gone he was dragging you up to his room, you couldn’t help but giggle as he was man handling you to the room, only leaving you deeper into punishment. “You think it’s fucking funny do you? Think it’s so clever to flirt with random men in front of your own boyfriend?” Rafe said through gritted teeth as he threw you on the bed “Well baby, then your in for a fun and long night.” He was fuming with jealousy and you loved it.

You knew you were in trouble once he slammed the door and immediately started stripping, “Rafe I don’t know what your talking about, I was just making new friends.” You were trying not to mewl as you see his large cock spring out of his boxers once they were removed. “I don’t want to hear your little innocent pleads knees. Now.” God he’s so hot when he’s demanding you though as you simply complied and got on your knees facing him. “Now I want you to suck daddies cock like it’s the only cock you can take, because we both know baby I’ve ruined you for everyone else.” Slowly stocking up to you leaving you desperate to feel him in your mouth.

“Now your going to be a good girl and suck daddies cock aren’t you?” He’s showing no mercy anymore, your plan worked. “Yes daddy.” Pleaded in your eyes how much you really want him. Without another word he’s stuffing your face with his cock, not letting you adjust or anything. He immediately starts fucking your face with a brutal pace. “Good fucking girl, I’m the only man that can make you feel this good aren’t I?” Rafe doesn’t want you to answer the gagging on his cock is enough of a response for him.

He soon gets tired of your mouth yanking his dick out of your mouth with a pop, removing the rest of his clothing he demands your to strip still being fully clothed. You quickly rid of the dress Rafe wanted you to wear before the party. Once the dress is removed is when Rafe relised you were playing a game once he saw your bare core. “Naughty naughty girl, thinking you can get away with not wearing any panties? Huh?” All you could do is whimper as you feel his fingers trail up your thighs to your leaking core.

Once he finally meets with your heat he teasingly rubs slow circles on your clit providing the right amount of pressure to make you whine. “You’re mine, when is it gonna get through your tiny little brain that I’m the only person that can make you whimper and whine like this? Huh?” You feel you haven’t responded in so long your afraid your voice will come out weak and small, but you try to comply anyways “yes daddy only you can make me feel this way!” You are a whimpering mess at this point and he hasn’t even stuck his fingers in you.

You know your going to get edged for the longest time so you brace yourself for a long night ahead. That response was all he needed to plunge his fingers knuckle deep into your dripping pussy. “That feel good huh?” He’s basically growling at this point. Once you were close to coming, clenching his quickly pulled his fingers out and chuckled. “That’ll teach you not to flirt with other men thinking you’ll get away with it love, now I’m gonna keep doing that until I think you are good enough to cum.” You’re whining at his statement knowing organism denial is something he doesn’t do often with that being said he means every single word he said.

And with that he lived up to his word, edging you more than 4 times with his fingers and mouth before you can’t handle it anymore begging him to cum, you can feel the band in your core slowly snap begging him to cum before it actually does and you get punished more. “You can cum” he simply says throwing you over the edge a screaming mess. As you’re catching your breath you feel him pushing his tip against your core. “No! Too sensitive!” You plead and beg but he doesn’t listen, “sit still and stop moving before I get the ropes and tie your dirty ass up.” His words always having something on you, you simply sit still and keep quiet until told otherwise.

About minutes of teasing your clit with his tip he’s finally pushing into you at an annoyingly slow pace, making you feel every inch of him slide into you. Once he’s finally balls deep in your tight core he gives you seconds of adjustment before slamming his cock into you. “Gonna fuck you so hard you don’t even remember you name let alone those dirty tourons you were flirting with.” With many more hard and fast thrusts your close to cumming for a second time that night, holding it you start begging him to come. “Daddies close wait just a little so I can fuck my babies into you.” You don’t know how much longer you can hold on before your cumming, slightly after your cumming so is Rafe.

He soon became soft again gently pulling out of you lathering your body in loving kisses, like he wasn’t just fucking your brains out. “Are you okay baby?” All you could do was nod feeling like you screaming has made your voice small and cracky. Rafe soon leaves to the connected bathroom in his room to grab a damp washcloth to wipe you off and get you cleaned. When he came back you were out cold, cuddling up with his pillows core still on display making it easy to clean you up.

“I love you y/n, you’re always mine no one else can have you.” He’s loving expressing to you, yet his words still have a hold on you. After he cleans you up he soon returns from the bathroom in a pair of boxers, putting a shirt on you because you always complain of being cold. Cuddling up next to you with a protective arm around you he falls asleep knowing he’s got you and your only his.

Woah- that was my first smut… Anyways hope you enjoyed because I definitely did writing it!

Tags: @sugarcoatedstarkey

[riddlessecretss]

My dorm room dalliance pt.1 (enemies x lovers)

You had been in the worst mood ever since you read the 38% on your herbology test. You cant bear the fact of being the biggest herbology sorcerers daughter and fail it! Studying was now at the top of your list.

You make your way to the library after you spent countless hours whining about your test. You start scanning for a book in your grade when Mattheo and his ‘gang’ come trancing in, loud as usual.

He breaks away from them as he makes his own way over to you! You keep looking as if you hear his low but soothing voice behind you. “looking for something?” he says with a smirk plastered on his smug face.

“What do you want Mattheo? I havent got the time nor energy for your ridiculous games.”

“Whoa, calm down princess what’s got your panties in a twist?”

You roll your eyes at the idiocy that emerged from his lips. You ignore him and take a seat with the book you found. He takes a seat next to you and places his hand on your thigh. “what’s up baby?”

“I may of got a bad score on my herbology test.”

“can you retake it?”

“Yes…”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“The information wont stay in my head.”

“Maybe i should help you.” You start thinking ~ but Mattheo doesnt listen in lessons? ~ Fine. You get up and start to make your way back to your dorm.

“Well are you coming?” he smirks and walks while holding your waist the whole time.

You sit at your desk and you start writing down things. You start to loose focus on his adams apple bobbing up and down when he speaks. He notices and places his hand on your thigh. Your breath hitched and you look into his eyes.

Hes already staring at you, you stand up to go get a glass of water when he pulls you back down on his lap. You gasp out of shock and You stare at him with a shocked smirk dancing on Your lips. “you needed more concentration and im giving it to you.”

“its ok i like it.” (the sudden surge of confidence will be regretted later)

“oh do you now? What else do you like? This?”

He says as he kisses your neck, just under your jawline leaving a purple bruise.

You whimper just under his touch as he plants his hands directly on your ass.

You hold onto his neck as you lean in for a kiss. Before you stop.

“are you bored of tutoring me?” you play on a pout and go to lie on bed, ass up.

Mattheo primarily pounces on you like a cheetah. “don’t fucking tease, unless you want to actually do this” he breathes into you.

“i want to do it.”

Was all it took before Mattheo starts to rip your school shirt buttons and devour your chest leaving a trail of love bites down to your tits.

You moan in his ear and that flipped him.

He ripped your skirt off of you and slid his veiny hand down your pink lace panties and started playing with your sensitive clit. He has the hands of god.

You’ve never felt like this before your legs start shaking, before long without noticing Matheo had shoved his dick in. You let out a whimper as his big legnth fills your entire space.

You start squirming around, you feel a giant pressure forming.

“wait baby, lats cum together. 3… 2… 1…”

You let yourself go all over his dick while he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

“Fuck baby you did so well”

Thank you guys for reading my first smut story. And for the amount of likes on my first post! I had the biggest nightmare writing this, if i pressed the return button it would just delete things, so if you notice a mistake anywhere please tell me! There will be a part 2 if not tomorrow then soon. Part 2 will be aftercare. Love you guys ❤️ Navaiah xx

[arielle-nova]

The Root of Michael’s Insecurity

•Michael hasn’t been revealed in game, and we don’t even know if every time we’ve met him, it’s actually been him.

•We learned a little bit about the Celestial Realm through one of the latest moments in game. Which deals with “Father”

I honestly doubt there is an antagonist in this game. This game isn’t surrounded by the “hero vs. villain” concept. It’s mainly about broken characters trying their best to improve themselves. I feel like it’s obvious that Michael is also a broken character. From when we’ve met him (the moments we believe we did, at least) he’s always hid himself. Even when we did meet him in person (not in his own skin) he didn’t give off much confidence to me. To me, Michael seems like a very insecure person.

•However, I believe that ties into “Father” who I assume is Obey Me’s version of God.

I believe Michael’s insecurities didn’t stem from Lucifer simply existing. It might be a far stretch with pretty much zero evidence, but it’s a belief.

I think Father has a role in Michael’s insecure behavior, a major role at that. Clearly Lucifer was the pride of the Celestial Realm, which makes me wonder if he was what Father took pride in. I know it’s far fetched, but hear me out:

Favoritism Between Siblings:

•Lucifer was given the Ring of Light and Michael was given the Ring of Wisdom. While the Ring of Light was made from gold/silver, the Ring of Wisdom was made of brass/iron. That’s a big difference. (Like, c‘mon, at least give Michael silver.) If these were given to each by Father, which I assume they are, that’s clear favoritism. The sheer difference in material alone shows who was the clear favorite.

If I’m being honest, that’s really all the evidence I have of clear favoritism as we don’t know a lot about the Celestial Realm and Father. Hell, we know almost nothing about Michael and other Angels. However, this small, vague amount of evidence still leads me to believe Father has some role to play in the way Michael turned out.

•Michael’s insecure, I feel like that should be a given. He hides himself every time we meet him. Whether it be from a ray of light or even someone else’s body, we never see Michael. This is a man who is hiding himself, it’s a part of his character. Again, insecurity doesn’t stem from someone simply existing. I say, Father’s favoritism is the root of the problem.

•I say Father has favorites between all his children, and Michael is not one of them. Michael being the one Father looks past could be the root of his insecure behavior. It could be why he doesn’t show his face: he is the opposite of Lucifer. Michael is the opposite of Father’s favorite, looks wise at least. It’s been said that Michael and Lucifer are opposites, and Lucifer seems to be Father’s favorite. Michael being very loyal to Father, yet not being his favorite had to take a toll of what he thought of himself. His own creator chose another over him, instead of being fair to each. To add, this might also be the root of Michael’s obsession with Lucifer.

An Obsession Caused By Insecurity:

•It’s been said that Michael was a bit of a creep and has an obsession with Lucifer. He would sneak into Lucifer’s room and even had a shrine with his things. This isn’t even an attachment, it’s a major obsession. I’d say, Michael is obsessed with Lucifer because he’s Father’s vision of perfection. Michael is not the favorite, probably not even after the war. Michael probably found flaw after flaw in himself because of the favoritism Father (shamelessly?) displayed. He doesn’t look like Lucifer, he doesn’t look like Father’s favorite. He probably thought that Lucifer must’ve been what everyone thought was perfection. He must have thought that he was completely flawed because he wasn’t Lucifer.

•If anything, the shrine could be to showcase to Michael what he wished he could be. The thing he desired most, his ideal way of showing himself. Sneaking into the room is creepy in itself. I can’t defend that in any way. But, I’d say Michael did it because he wished to be close to what he wanted for himself.

•Michael most likely found himself pointing out every little thing about his personality and visuals. That’s probably why he hides himself. He looks nothing like Lucifer and is so insecure about it he doesn’t want to be seen. The favoritism got to his head and he sees himself as imperfect.

The Final Statement:

•Michael’s insecure behavior didn’t come from nowhere. I haven’t seen anyone dive into why Michael would be insecure, and I see why: There’s little to zero evidence about the reason. We know nothing about him, and I think that’s the point.

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Michael is very insecure, I’ve said that many times. His insecure attitude towards himself probably came from Father and his favoritism. The whole Ring of Light and Wisdom situation, Lucifer being the pride of the Celestial Realm, all of it must’ve come to a head. It most likely broke Michael knowing he would never be Father’s favorite. He is Lucifer’s polar opposite by looks, and most likely personality. They have different interests, styles of punishment, and completely different personalities from the way Michael has acted in the past.

•Not only has Michael hid himself behind someone else’s body, but when in his true body, his first instinct was to run. When Raphael confronted him about his actions, he ran. He physically ran away from his problem. That’s insecurity in its finest form. Again, coming from favoritism. He isn’t Lucifer. He isn’t confident and prideful like him. He doesn’t seem to exert confidence, not the way Lucifer does, at least.

This may or may not be true. It’s a speculation and I had to read far between the lines for this idea.

[dreadfutures]

impressions from the hades ii technical playtest

absolutely chock full of spoilers but also theories

Amazing gameplay, feels just as good as Hades 1 with improvements and creative changes. So many different builds/play styles will be possible. in the dev stream they talked about melee close quarters vs sorcery ranged, but I find myself doing HEAVY spellcasting while also stacking in heavy melee boons on the knives, and mixing and matching.

The boons have a few familiar perks but so many of them are new and creative, even for gods we know from the first game. All of them feel really good.

The SOUND EFFECTS are amazing. The sounds of your weapons change based on the boon equipped to each attack. the sounds of the arena change depending on the god at the end (if any). Nothing and I mean nothing makes the dopamine go off more than the sound of Hephaestus' boon blasts when I do my fan of knives and they all explode. PING PING PING.

I find myself doing "resource runs" and "story runs." they do overlap. It's tough to only have one harvesting item equipped at a time and I spent so much time looking for silver and looking that my eye has started slipping over the lone spirits who gives you psyche, even when Selene leads me to them lol. I do like that they have her guiding light, but it is subtle. I also like the way you can pin certain items when you're in a run so you can remember what you needed for a recipe.

Unfortunately I did so many harvest runs that I actually got all the recipes before I had a chance to USE forget me not on a run so.... woops on that fated list lol.

We are maybe going to romance Moros or Nemesis (probably both are options?) but maybe not both at the same time? since they're siblings technically (technically) (I wouldn't mind though). I love all these children of nyx and want to protect them and smooch them all.

EXCEPT. Mel is a Silver Sister, with Artemis and Selene. Does that mean she's gotta be a virginal girl squad? lol

I love sister Artemis. I love that she throws snacks!!!!! which is even more endearing bc it's fried and a chocolate bar and soda. I wonder if sometimes I hear a note of disapproval from her and I wonder where her plot will go later. Selene it's said may not be able to reach us in Tartarus, but Artemis might.

Speaking of found family.

I fucking adore Odysseus. I love Od. So. Much. Like I loved Achilles but Od is such a good girl dad for Mel, and his pep talks are the best and so sensitive ;_; what a guy I love him.

I think? that Hecate's familiars must be placeholders, since they're just little statues that vibrate when you give them treats. I can't wait to see where they go in the full game.

It's an interesting take on Hestia, that she hates everybody. It makes me wonder if we'll see Hera or not, since I kind of expect that behavior from Hera.

Hephaestus and Demeter and Aphrodite remain my favorite boon givers.

As far as I can tell there is no fishing rod in the playtest but there will be in the full game and I'm excited.

Arachne's self esteem hurts me 😫 I love you little bug!!!! I wonder if we'll find her shop in Olympus or in Tartarus -- and I worry about her. At least Athena is too busy to bother her! I hope! I love Mel's different outfits.

The amount of pets that Mel gets to have is delightful. I love her frog so much.

Hecate is fascinating. She is SUCH a mother, she is SO compassionate to Mel and trying to build her up! She is wry and dry but never cruel or negative. I love her sm. Poor Mel has some low self esteem and understandable doubts and is putting so much pressure on herself. And I really wonder about Hecate's relationship with Persephone and the house of Hades and with nyx. Nemesis says something that makes me wonder if Hecate is innocent. Either way I don't think she'll really be a villain. My heart would break if so. Mel would break.

Mel is so sweet and pure. ;_; and she says "death to chronos" so coldly. When she says "Hence I go" I just hear her as a little baby playing hide and seek with Hecate and it gives me so many feelings.

I want to know about Mel's arm!

I can't wait to see the other regions just from the Crossroads, since there's currently two doors we can't enter.

Also what are we going to DO with the fish?

Very exciting stuff.