#he's precious and beautiful and i love his crooked smile so so much

[mirohlayo]

GIRLY GIRL : A LANDO'S

PERFECT MORNING

( In which your boyfriend needs to follow your his 3 step morning routine, which is undoubtedly your favorite time of the day. )

warning : none just pure fluff, lando being the SWEETEST boyfriend ever

note : I didn't plan on writing this much but it doesn't matter cuz I'm glad I did because it makes it even cuter

word count : 2.5k

9:30 - skincare time

“Just 5 more minutes, please, baby”. Lando snuggles up closer to you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. If there is one thing that Lando hates above all else, it is having to get out of bed and at the same time abandon you when he only wants one very specific thing, and that is to cuddle you all the day, and sprinkle your face with thousands of kisses.

And he hated leaving bed even more during lazy mornings.

"Lan, I love lazy mornings too but I need to get up and prepare myself for the day". You move slightly so that you can have a view on him. “Why should you get ready when we’re going to spend the day at the apartment?” His hoarse morning voice is only a reflection of the long but pleasant sleep he spent last night.

“Because I want to feel clean, fresh and pretty.” You place a light kiss on his hair. “But you look stunning all the time, how could you be even prettier?” A shy smile takes its place on your morning face, while a slight chuckle emanates from your body.

"Come on Lan, please. It's time for your favorite part of the day." At this sentence, you feel your boyfriend's body slumped on top of you suddenly straighten up, his face just inches from yours. A most adorable smile appears on his lips as he places a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"That's right. Let's get you prepared, pretty girl." A gaping smile creeps onto your face as you feel the thick white blanket of your bed slide, revealing your bare legs to the cool morning air. Lando helps you out of bed, gently and lightly taking your hand, as you disappear into the bathroom.

“Skincare time, love”. You place your few skincare products on the edge of the sink, in a certain order so that your boyfriend doesn't make a mistake in the steps of your skincare. Lando pats the small padded stool stored next to the sink, so that you can sit on it comfortably.

Sitting down, you carelessly tie your hair into a ponytail, ready to receive your daily morning skincare. “Should I start with this?” Lando’s soft voice tickles your ears as he stands close in front of you. His blue-green eyes peer curiously at the product in his hands.

The way he cares about the product is just adorable, and you can't help but crack a smile. “Yes, I always start with the toner.” With a nod, your boyfriend unscrews the cap of the product and generously pours the liquid into the palm of his hand.

"Are you ready ?". Lando asks you carefully, to make sure you're comfortable enough. This thought, the fact that he is always so caring and attentive to making you comfortable, for fear of doing something wrong or hurting you, warms your heart because there is nothing more adorable than this subtle but yet important gesture.

You nod your head quickly, and while Lando lets a most precious smile appear on his face, he very delicately applies the product to your cheeks, your forehead, your chin. He is very careful, and caresses your face with a frail delicacy, which leaves you overwhelmed by a wave of comforting warmth.

His touch is soft, delicate, as if he was afraid to touch you, or at least as if he was afraid of the idea of damaging you. “Your skin is really beautiful.” He didn't hesitate to say these few words to you, without really thinking about what was coming out of his mouth. You crack a big smile as you giggle adorably.

This sweet laugh, this sweet sound that reaches Lando's ears makes him miss a few heartbeats. How can a sound be so sweet? It's probably the one and only thing he could die for.

“Oh, I know this product. It’s your serum, right?” The enthusiastic intonation of his voice and the glint of excitement in his eyes gives you the effect of a wave of admiration. Your gaze becomes softer, as you stare at him intensely, with hearts in your eyes. “That’s it, baby.” The smile of victory and pride he displays when he has just realized that he is gradually learning to know your skincare by heart consumes you so pleasantly.

Because you know how much your boyfriend literally loves doing your skincare for you. He likes taking care of you, being able to touch and caress your skin delicately. See your being relax under his delicate touch, while he takes the time to perfectly apply the products to your skin. It's something that will never leave him indifferent, always obsessed with the way his heart savors every moment spent with you.

9:50 - hairstyle time

Your skin has finally finished absorbing all your skincare products, and after storing the products in the small cabinet hanging on the wall, you come and grab your hairbrush. “Hey, it’s my job to get you ready, I want to do your hair too, princess.” Lando takes the comb from your hands as he places his hands on your shoulders so you can look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.

The desire is too much, so he comes without further delay to place a kiss on the top of your head, inhaling the delicious smell of your shampoo from the day before. Then, with fluid and delicate movements, he begins to gently brush your hair. Combing slowly so as not to hurt yourself and to avoid big knots in your hair.

You close your eyes, lightly enjoying the moment, and allow yourself to be sensitive to your boyfriend's touch. It always manages to give you a relaxing, even comforting feeling. As if ultimately, he was the solution to your worries, the ultimate solution to your happiness.

“What hairstyle do you want today, gorgeous?” He asks you this simple question, still with this look of concentration planted on his face. You thought vaguely, taking a quick look at the hairstyles you could wear. “Just a simple braid, please.” Lando nods slowly, muttering a low "mm'kay", indicating the fact that he is focused.

He places the brush back on the sink, as he separates your hair into three equal parts. Then, he begins to braid the strands together, crossing them one after the other to obtain a pretty long braid. He braids your hair with absolute delicacy, and it's as if you feel transported to paradise. Everything is perfect.

“I love styling your hair y’know. It’s relaxing. Especially when I see that it also relaxes you a lot.” He offers you a most daring and mocking smirk, while you feel yourself blushing profusely. Your eyes meet in the mirror and you have to look away, too embarrassed.

“You’re cute, baby.” You don't react to his comment, since your body is already taking care of it by coloring your cheeks even more a pretty pink. And Lando loves that he has such an effect on you. Since usually you're the one who makes him completely feral.

Your soft hair that slipped under his fingers is now braided, and Lando comes to tie it using the elastic around his wrist. The rubber band he never takes off, in case you need it when you complain that you lost them all. It has become a real bracelet for him now.

“I’m proud of myself.” Lando smiles to himself as he gazes at your hairstyle, savoring the beauty of your hair. You stand up and turn around to place a quick kiss on his lips. "You did a great job. It's pretty". He grins at you, as his arms wrap around your waist, squeezing it softly.

“Not as pretty as you.” He gives you that cute smile back as you roll your eyes in amusement. “You have improved your flirting skills since we met.” You points out. His eyes fall to your lips, eagerly waiting to kiss them. “I knew I had to improve to be able to pull a girl as beautiful and amazing as you.”

You let out a laugh as he smiles goofily at your behavior, taking the time to readjust your braid as your body presses against his chest. It's in these moments, these innocent moments, that Lando finds comfort, that he feels his heart beating a little harder for you.

10:10 - outfit time

You stop in front of the large dressing room that you share with Lando. His clothes are stacked in a haphazard and very disorganized way, it's simply untidy. You take a look at your clothes, waiting for Lando to choose your outfit of the day.

You feel his hands place on your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck. “What should I wear today, baby?” Your question makes him move again, and taking a few steps forward, he begins to examine the different pieces of clothing you own.

"Something sexy. Hot and sexy. You'll look so good in that". He tries to show you a very tight top but you stop him by hitting his arm teasingly. “No, today I want to feel comfortable.” You protest, placing your hands on your hips. “You’ll feel comfortable when I take it off you.” He protests, offering you a smirk.

You poke his ribs and he contains a little scream. He ends up giggling, amused by the situation and the fact that he embarrassed you so easily. You sigh, looking at the mountain of clothes overflowing from the closet. “What color should I wear?”

"Pink. I think pink suits you really well." He takes out a pink hoodie from the closet, from Daniel Ricciardo's "enchanté" merch collection. His eyebrows furrow as he holds the item of clothing with his index finger and thumb, displaying a look of disgust.

"Eww. I didn't know you had a Daniel brand hoodie. It's horrible." You scoff dramatically as you snatch the sweater from his hands. "Excuse me ? I love it, it's so comfy." You hold it against you, glaring at your boyfriend. He raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"Ain't no way you'll wear that... awful thing." He approaches you, grabbing the hoodie from your hands and throwing it behind him. "You're all mine, you can only wear my hoodies or those of my brand. No Daniel or other drivers." His arms come to wrap around you as he presses you against him. He leaves soft kisses on your neck.

“Huh, much jealous.” You kiss his cheek as he snuggles closer to you. "Of course I'm jealous. You're my girl, not his." His voice is muffled, but quite noticeable. You giggle weakly as you play with his curls. "I only have eyes for you, baby. Don't need to worry."

He pulls back to smile at you like a child, a silly smile but so adorable. “Well, that still didn’t help me find my outfit.” You point at the wardrobe as your boyfriend finally finds some clothes. He ends up choosing a pink lounge set, comfortable but thick enough to keep you warm. Everything you need.

You don't wait any longer before locking yourself in the bathroom to change, and returning to the room where Lando is waiting for you, dressed in your outfit chosen by him. As you enter the room, his eyes fall directly on you. And you really think you're going to melt under his gaze.

His eyes are filled with hearts as he doesn't hesitate to stare at you intensely, a gaze burning with love and affection. “Stop staring at me please.” Your voice is a low whisper as you feel more shy. You never stopped feeling special every time Lando complimented or admired you, despite the fact that he did that several times a day.

It's stupid, but he always looks at you with such passion and ardor that it was impossible not to feel that same feeling of happiness. That feeling that makes you feel so unique and precious in his eyes. Because after all it is.

"Lan, you're staring at a bit too much." You snap your fingers in front of him to snap him out of his thoughts. He comes back to his senses and stares at you as intensely as ever. "Sorry, but how could I not stare at the most beautiful woman in the world? It's unfair how gorgeous you are."

Your brain doesn't think any further before coming to kiss him passionately. His arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him. As you pull back, he pecks your lips a second time. And then he admires you.

For a moment, there is silence. A deafening and noisy silence, but because it emanates words of love. Unspoken words of affection, but yet you already know them without even having to say them to yourself. Because after all, no one knows how to describe the love you have for each other better than yourself.

“Mornings like this are my favorite. I do your skincare, your hair, and choose your clothes.” You can't contain a laugh, as Lando looks at you perplexed. “You’re such a girly girl, baby.” His eyebrows furrow slightly as he tilts his head to the side.

You continue to laugh while Lando still looks at you confused. “What does girly girl mean?” He asks curious. "Basically when you're a woman, and you like to take care of yourself. I don't know how to explain it, you have to be a woman to be able to feel it." You explain to him kindly.

“Does this mean that women have superpowers?” He asks innocently, and that cute face he shows forces you to quickly kiss him on the lips. "No, not really Lando. But it's just that you give girly girl vibes, because you like to take care of me." You keep giggling.

“Is it really that bad if I love taking care of my beautiful girlfriend?” He grins at you, almost kissing you by the way. You smile with all your teeth, shaking your head. "Not at all. It's even my favorite thing in the world." He smiles even wider at your words, feeling overwhelmed by love. “Good, because I wasn’t planning on stopping.” His lips press against yours, in an eternal passionate kiss.

After all, he was right. Is it so bad to take care of the person you love most in the world? Because for Lando, it's certain, there is nothing in the world that can match the mornings where he is lucky enough to be able to be next to his favorite person, the one for whom his heart continues to beat very hard every minute, each day that passes.

It is in the tenderness of his caresses on your skin, in the gentle gestures of his hands in your hair, in the innocence of his taste for your outfits, that Lando feels free, loved and happy. That he feels at home, that he really feels in his place, alongside his girlfriend, alongside the one he will love for the rest of his life, forever, because he has known it since day that he laid eyes on you: his heart is in your hands, and it will never stop beating for you. For the girl he always dreamed of having.

For the girl he hopes will wake up next to her, every morning, for the rest of his life.

[ywuji]

yuuji doesn’t think he buys you things often, but your bed full of stuffed animals says otherwise. (f!reader, plushie humping and them watching u fuuuuck)

often times when he goes out with friends or on missions, yuuji will come back with little trinkets or toys he thought you would like.

he doesn’t listen when you tell him you have nowhere to put them—when he gifts them to you, he’ll just smile his giddiest smile, hoping you’ll forget about that for a moment.

it's funny because he’ll come over to your tiny uni room down the hall from his own, see his gifts taking up the majority of your space that you’re meant to have, and he’ll still have a mind to think of other things he could get you!!

‘the more the merrier!’ is the sentiment of all of his lighthearted protests when you bring it up in conversation—and he’s genuine with that—but there’s also something else.

something about those times when either you or him are away and you’re missing each other, him telling you to call him—voice or video, ‘whichever you prefer, cutie’—and the conversation ending up in him talking you through straddling his favourite stuffie of the day and grinding your sweet little wet cunnie on it.

"does he feel good, sweetie? …yeah. y'sound so pretty... mhmm, sound so good, my love. keep going, baby."

"nonono, you’re doing great, honey. i know you’re tired, but it’ll be over soon, yeah? just a little more and you can cum… yeeaahh that’s it, princess, doing so well f’me."

"f-fuck… l-look so cute, baby… can you see? ’m leaking so much. …mhm, ‘s all you, pretty girl, ‘s all f’you."

or the other times, when he spends the night at yours, and you touch and you kiss, and the next thing you know is that you’re pushed into the bed, surrounded by your dear stuffies, whining and mewling as yuuji hungrily looms over you, pumping his thick cock into your wet, messy heat.

“yuuji..! a-ah! ‘s too much, ji—ah!” you whimper, voice struggling to come out of your throat every time he pushes into you. he knew from your previous three orgasms he gave that you're reaching your limit, and he’d pull away if he knew you wanted him to, but the way you’re grasping at his toned back, his beautiful neck, and his tousled hair, pulling him closer, deeper into you—he knows you can take it.

“pussy so fuckin’ good, princess… l-love it so much—f-fuck! s-so good for me, baby,” he caresses your precious head, brushing hair out your face and staring right into your eyes as he pushes himself in further into you. the waft of his breath heating your cheeks as he praises you, “suckin’ me in s-so—fuck—tight…“

“‘m close, ji! s-so good! ohmygod…!” you grip onto him impossibly tight, fingers digging into his thick, muscular shoulders.

“h-haah—y-yeah? me t-too... where can i cum, baby?” he pants, his whimpers that you love so much becoming louder.

“inside! insideinside! please inside! pleaseplease—please!” you choke out. you don’t have to wait a moment longer before he’s pounding into you like your lives depend on it, fat cock drilling you at an angle, stretching you out and hitting all those right spots only he can reach.

“c-cumming…! ‘m cu—!“ his lips crash into yours, swallowing your sweet sounds as you cum and cream around his cock, legs wrapping tightly around him feeling ropes of his thick, hot cum spurting into you as you both shake and tremble from your orgasms.

he lowers the rest of his body onto you, being careful not to crush you. his face burying itself in the crook of your neck, whispering little praises and tender words of affection. ‘love you so so much, baby’, ‘did so well for me, pretty’, ‘look so beautiful when you cum’. with his sweaty front now pressed to yours, he lays still. warming his cock inside your cunt to let the both of you ride out your blissful highs.

his head comes up to look into your dazed eyes as you gently cup his hot cheeks. he smiles and chuckles breathily, littering quick kisses from your lips to your chest, licking and sucking cheekily at your nipples, leaving a few lovebites on your breasts.

moving to sit up on his knees, he looks down at where the two of you connect, softly rocking his hips and moving circles over your sensitive clit, watching the sticky white ring of your mixed orgasms coat his cock with each slow thrust.

you whine and hold out shaky fingertips to his hips. he grins, pulling his cock out painstakingly slow, watching his cum leak out of you, collecting it up with his fat cockhead, and pushing it back into you with one last gentle thurst.

“yuuji...” you mewl out with a small pout on your face.

“yeah, honey?” he looks at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“...they were watching the whole time.” you point to the little crowd of plushies who are all faced towards you, an odd feeling washing over you as you realise your shared stuffed ‘children’ witnessed the two of making love right in front of their plastic eyes.

he shrugs nonchalantly, a tired smile on his face “it’s not that bad.” he teases.

“wha-?! what do you mean…?!”

“they’ll just learn a few things,” he smiles playfully at your puzzled expression. “y’know? like how to be in love and… how it feels to know someone truly.” he nods his head and purses his lips as if he's just said something deep.

“you’re so stupid.”

[veritasangel]

Simon is just so gentle with you

⋆ ˚｡⋆ fem pov ୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw content {mdni}

wc: 499

So unpopular opinion maybe ??? 

I feel like Ghost gets characterised a lot as being really rough and mean in the bedroom and sue me, but I don’t think he is…..

Like he may have his moments, especially if you’re into that, but I truly think he handles you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

If you want him to be rougher, it takes a lot of convincing and then even when he is, has to be reassured so much afterwards to the point that I just don’t think he’d want to.

Being home with you is his safe space, away from the violence, away from his past and he’s just another person altogether when he’s with you.

He also likes to see your face and have that connection, don’t think he’s fucking you from behind unless there’s a mirror in front of you. Hand holding is his thing too >>>

Dare I say I think he likes to give up control once in a while. Wants someone to take care of him too. He’s a switch.

Simon's breath hitched, a low, appreciative grunt escaping him as he watched your blissed out face as you rode him, body arching in pleasure.

"That's it," he murmurs, unable to resist the urge to praise you, to let you know how much he adores you. His grip on your hip tightens slightly as his other hand cradles the back of your neck, keeping you close. He needs to see your face, craves it.

"You're so good, baby," he whispers, genuinely mesmerised by you, "Fuck, you're perfect." His hands move across your skin, mapping out every inch as if it were the last time.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as he whispers sweet nothings. "You're so beautiful, angel- You have no idea how much I love this…Love you- Fuuuck, love you so so much."

He rambles as his thrusts become more urgent, his hips jerking forward, desperate to steal every ounce of pleasure you have to offer. "Cum for me, baby. Wan’ feel you clench around me."

His hand makes it’s way down to your clit and it isn't long before he has you gushing around his cock. He follows through right after, biting down on your shoulder to stifle his own grunts of pleasure, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you.

He clings to you as he savours the intimacy, remaining inside you for a little while as he comes down from his high. Revelling in the loving words that spill from your lips as you praise him too.

He lifts his head to look up at you, a hand delicately brushes some hair off your face, that's glowing with the sheen of sweat. “You’re everything to me.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours

"Let's have a nice bubble bath. Get cleaned up, yeah?" He smiles as he pulls away slightly to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

༄ cod m.list ༄ reblogs are appreciated if you like it.

© veritasangel ↣ 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴

[dark-konohagakure2]

Could I request a Gaara X reader. Please

He sees her admiring his tattoo while at a neighbouring village, decides that noone will mind him taking her home with him. Gives her a matching tattoo somewhere on her body only he'll be able to see.

tw: dub/noncon, kidnapping, scarification, womb marking, possessiveness, power imbalance, breeding, obsession, abuse of power

All characters depicted are 18+

Gaara is somewhat insecure about his kanji shaped scar, having had it since he was a young boy, and he's never once been complimented on it, only pitied and mocked. So when he's visiting a small village on official business and a very cute villager girl expresses her admiration of his 'tattoo', it awakens something within Gaara.

Gaara is the Kazekage, and a respected one at that, so surely this tiny village wouldn't mind him taking a little souvenir with him, so that's exactly what he does. The red haired Sand shinobi feels a sense of contentment as he makes his way back home with his prize tucked snugly underneath his arm.

Despite his unconventional means of acquiring her, Gaara treats her rather kindly, doting on her and not letting her leave his side, and nobody bats an eye at the fact that the Kazekage suddenly has a woman they've never seen before at his side at all times. Gaara thinks it's fate, she complimented his biggest blemish, the mark of 'love' on his forehead, and he wants to give her one to match.

Gaara already knows exactly where he wants to leave his mark on her. He won't do it anywhere too visible, he wants it to be somewhere only he can see, so that it's a special secret just between the two of them, although it will hurt quite a bit.

"This mark means 'love', something very important to me... I'll give you the same mark right here, on your most precious spot, then we'll be bound together by our love forever... It only hurts for a moment..."

He'll use his sand to leave the kanji shaped scar just above her pussy and directly over her womb, marking her precious womb as his property and his alone. Gaara will even gently hold her hand in a comforting manner until the pain and her tears subside, although it doesn't take long before he finds himself getting a bit excited.

Now that he's marked her womb, he wants to fill it as well, claiming her body both inside and out. He needs an heir anyway, and he can't think of anyone more qualified to be the mother of his children then such a sweet and perfect girl who was able to see the beauty in something as nasty as a scar.

Gaara will be gentle despite the fact that he's practically forcing himself upon her, easing his cock in and out of her tight pussy, his face buried in the crook of her neck and he pants heavily and murmurs words of praise and love to her, his hips firmly yet gently grinding against her own.

This will go on for a very long time, taking hours until he's completely sure that he's thoroughly bred her full of his offspring before he finally pulls out of her, leaving her pussy leaking with his semen as he looks down at her with a gentle smile, a rare expression from the usually stoic Kazekage.

"Th-There... You did a great job, my love... I'm sure our children will be just as sweet and caring as their mother..."

Gaara is glad that he has found what he believes to be true love at long last after so much yearning for love, and he's not going to let her go anytime soon, and if she does get away, he wouldn't mind giving her another mark, just somewhere much more noticeable.

[swordymacaroni]

A/N- Okay. So. Soft, sweet Konig who is nowhere near harsh and threatening as the tales tell. He's just so pookie.

@go-go-gadget-autism-I'm sorry I couldn't do the OC request, but here's Konig x Reader

Pairings- Konig x GN Reader

Warnings- Slight Body Dysmorphia/Diabetes Inducing Fluff/Author is sleep-deprived and unsure of her writing

Konig, whose salvation is his Liebling and no one else. As soon as he comes home from absolutely anywhere, he'll drop everything he has and sprint through the house to find you. Whether you're cooking dinner or doing laundry or just staring into space, he's barreling towards you, ignoring your surprised yelp as he turns you around and picks you up, holding you close, so close, listening to your breathing, leaning into your warmth, your softness, your love, that he's been deprived of for the last few days.

Konig, whose just big and awkward wherever he goes. He'll eagerly join you for a family reunion or friendly gathering, but boy, he has the social skills of a suitcase. He'll just walk behind you, head down, trying to shrivel into himself. You have to remind him constantly, that he can take up space, and everybody here loves him, especially you. Even after that, he manages to say hi to five people before his social battery dies out. Now he's tugging on the hem of your top like a befuddled puppy, eyes pleading as he asks ever so politely, if you can come home with him and cuddle for the rest of the night.

Konig, whose mostly silent, spiraling in his own thoughts, until they're too much for him to handle. Then he'll grab you sleeve, pull you to the couch, and lay his head down in your lap. If you're distracted, nose in a book or in a device, he'll nudge your stomach with his nose, wanting attention. When you start carding your fingers through his hair with a small smile, he finally relaxes in your lap, brain promptly shutting down. Yes, he'll fall asleep, and no, even in his sleep, he won't let you get up. You're gonna have to pass out on the couch with him. Sorry about the kinks in you neck the following morning, schatz. :(

Konig, whose seeking your touch as soon as something goes wrong. He'll be upset about the smallest of things, and nothing except your physical reassurance will fix it.

-He burned the pasta? He need you to take the spatula from him with a gentle smile and a kiss to his nose, or he won't eat for two days out of guilt.

-He knocked over a vase? You'll have to cup his face with your hands and declare that it's alright and mistakes happen before he finally calms down, blinking away tears and clutching your hand as you go to grab a broom.

Konig, whose constantly nitpicking his flaws. Everyday before he showers or takes a bath, he spends forever in front of the mirror, locating if he has chub or cellulite. If he sees any, calorie counting has started for the next three months. But that all changes when one day you walk in on him pinching his stomach in disgust. He whips around, blabbering something before you throw yourself onto him, maliciously kissing every part of him. His face, his arms, his chest, his stomach, and then finally his lips with a threatening, "You think you're not good enough ever again and I'm gonna start withholding kisses." Now Konig catches himself every time he starts to think negatively about his body. Your kisses are too precious.

Konig, whose eyes practically have hearts dancing in them when you emerge from the bathroom, hair damp and face devoid of makeup. His voice catches in his throat because you're so beautiful, so perfect. His feet are carrying him towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "Don't deserve you, liebling. You're to good fo' me."

Konig, whose heart beats in his body but beats for you. This big, burly military man, who has been trained to survive absolutely anywhere, cannot live without you.

You're his refuge,

his redemption,

his home,

his.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[lemmesayimyourbiggestfan]

if you love me, prove it

regulus black x fem!reader

when Regulus Black proves to be emotionally unavailable, Y/N decides it's better to end their relationship. In order to get her back, Regulus has to face his own trauma and open up his heart to her.

warnings: angst

word count: 1,9k

requests are open!

When Regulus saw you for the first time, he was smitten. Every time he saw your beautiful hair, heard your perfect voice.... He couldn't even stand to be in your presence, because your perfume smelt like heaven to him. In his dreams, that used to be haunted only by the traumas of his childhood, now, there you were, haunting him in a whole new manner. It scared him, yes. But for you... in that moment he first saw you, he decided he would do anything for you and he hated himself for having this weakness.

What a surprise it was to both of you when you asked him out in your fifth year. Your first date spent strolling around Hogsmeade wasn't the exact definition of a date - Regulus just couldn't figure out how to actually let you know that he liked you. All he knew about love was his now ruined bond with his brother Sirius and that all too twisted relationship with his own mother. He could express it in bits here and there; like when he helped Sirius heal his wounds when they were younger. But never anything more.

And when you were smiling at him so sweetly, he even felt anxious to return the smile. What was wrong with him? He spent years pining after you and when he was actually close to having you, he felt sick with worry.

"Why do you like me?" he asked you on that first date. Has he ever asked someone such a genuine question?

You gave him a perplexed look he couldn't decipher and one corner of your lips rose into a crooked grin. "Is there any reason why I shouldn't?"

He thought about it, then. Yes, he wanted to tell you. Yes, I'm a coward. I'm a horrible person. But insted he just smiled and shook his head. "Nevermind."

And it worked for you for a while.

When you spent time together, just you two without anyone else nearby, Regulus tried to let you in and you were patient and proud of any progress you made in strengthening your whatever-kind-of bond-it-was. You told him of your childhood, of your siblings and your favourite memories from holidays spent oversees. And your openness ispired him so much - if you could, why couldn't he?

So he told you of his own childhood, of his abusive relationship with his parents, how they acted towards his pigheaded brother. How he was the one who helped patch Sirius up every single time and how he always hid his brother’s muggle stuff so their parents wouldn’t be even more angry.

Regulus was very vulnerable in the moments afterwards and very aware of the fact. But the tears welling in your eyes weakened him way more. But what could he do? He just sat there. There were no wounds to patch up. And apparently, that's all he knew how to do.

"I love you." you cried into his shoulder and he pulled you close. Was he doing this right? The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

But then the words actually reached him. For the first time in his life, he finally had those three little words aimed at him. All his life, all he ever wanted was to be loved and here it was, this precious little moment with the girl of his dreams being so vulnerable with him that his heart ached. The least he could do was do the same for you.

"I love you." he said and gently lifted your chin and kissed you on the lips. The kiss tasted sweet but salty from your tears.

"I see your worth, Regulus." your whispered into the kiss.

And he was, for the first time ever, home.

...

For a while you two were happy. For a while, you put up with being just his "friend" because Regulus insisted on keeping your relationship quiet. In private, you were everything to each other, but when in public, Regulus couldn't even look at you.

At first, you found it so romantic. Every time you were alone, you were so excited to hold him close. When you walked by him in the hallways, you could only admire him but that was enough. But was it really? None of your friends could know. And especially Sirius, with whom you sat at every meal. As far as you knew, noone had any suspicions, but sometimes you wished they did just so you could be cornered and get this secret off of your chest.

But you could live with it. What you couldn’t live with, though, were the secrets that Regulus kept from you since Christmas 2 months ago. Yes, you understood that spending time with his family wasn’t exactly something ejoyable for him, but that he kept it from you was killing you. You tried to ask but his dry answers – also obvious lies - were useless. Maybe that was the worst part – the lying that he was fine and the: “everything is okay“s.

And when you finally confronted him about it, Regulus just looked like he didn’t know what to say.

“Why are you lying to me, Reg?“ you whispered, staring into his dark eyes as if they could give you the answer.

“Y/N…“ he sighed and tried to reach for your hand. You put it inside your pocket instead and hurt flashed across his features.

“Stop it. I thought we were better than this. 8 months, Reg. 8 months we spent building that bridge of trust between us and you still shy away.“

He sighed, turned his face away from your searching gaze and ran his fingers through his dark wavy hair.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Y/N. I’m just trying to keep you safe and unhurt-“

“But you are the one hurting me,“ your voice broke. “Your lies hurt me, the secrecy hurts me. Are you ashamed of me, is that it?“

“No! Of course not! I love you! What more could you possibly want? I gave you my heart, isn’t that enough?“ He looked as if he wanted to grab your shoulders and shake you until you understood his point.

“Not when you gave it to me in a locked chest and didn’t bother to give me the keys.“

“Y/N-“ he said desperately, searching for any signs of affection in your eyes. But you remained resolute.

“Sometimes, love isn’t enough, Reg.“ you said softly, as if explaining something to a toddler. “You’ve been subconciously sabotaging our relationship while calling it “keeping me safe“. Either I get all of you, or none of you, but I won’t continue playing the fool who is glad for any scraps of love you can provide. If you love me, prove it.“ you gave him a sad smile and tears shone in your eyes. “Come back when you’re ready to let me in.“

With that, you left him standing with one arm outstretched, as if with that move alone he could stop the time.

…

“Sooooo….“ Sirius said and finished his glass of butterbeer. “You and Y/N no longer a thing?“

Regulus froze. Repairing his relationship with his brother was the first thing that came to his mind that could help him become a better person. But at that moment, he was rethinking his decision.

“What?“

“You know,“ Sirius mumbled nonchalantly, “that girl of yours with whom you’ve been with like, hmm, for like over half a year? Something like that?“

“How do you know about that?“ Regulus asked sharply.

“Oh, little Reggie,“ Sirius sighed pitifully. “Everyone knows. I mean, knew. Even, like, McGonagall and Dumbledore.“

Everyone knew. Was he so blind to see it the whole time? He tried so hard to keep you safe, from people knowing that you were the one weakness that could kill him. And, as it turns out, everyone knew.

Regulus put his head in his hands and started crying.

…

The day before the beginning of the summer break, Regulus finally aproached you. To say you spent every day since your breakup waiting for him was an understatement.

“Heyy,“ he said nervously when you two met in the middle of a hallway. You smiled at him warmly.

He took you by the elbow and tugged you near the windows so you wouldn’t get in the way of the other students.

“I just- look, I know I messed up, but ever since, I’ve been trying to-“

“I know,“ you said softly. His nervous gaze moved from his shoes to your eyes. He raised one eyebrow imploringly.

“Sirius told me you’ve been keeping in touch.“

“Oh.“

“And he also told me what happened during the Christmas break; how he ran away from home and left you there. I’m sorry I didn’t understand why you didn’t want to talk about it-“

“No, I’m sorry that I lied about it.“

You two were silent for a while before you both started smiling.

“Oh, I nearly forgot. I wrote a letter for you.” Regulus blushed shily and fumbled for a bit before he took a letter from his backpack.

“You, Regulus Black, wrote me a letter?” you raised an eyebrow in surprise and Regulus just raised his shoulders uncomfortably. “I’m just joking, Reg. Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.”

Your eyes met again and now you were both blushing.

“So…” he started but couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.

“So I will read it on the train and when we arrive in London I will find you and say my goodbye.”

“Yeah, of course.”

It was time to get to the carriages so you stood on your toes and gave Regulus a soft kiss on the cheek before leaving him standing there like a statue. On the way to Hogsmeade, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

…

When you were sure you were left alone in your train cabin, you took the crumpled letter from your pocket and opened it. You smiled at Regulus’ neat handwriting.

My Y/N,

When I first saw you, I knew. I just did. And I’ve been hating myself for having that one and only weakness – you. My mother always told me that we cannot afford weaknesses. But what I didn’t get until a few weeks ago is that loving someone doesn’t make me vulnerable but stronger in some ways. It was just hard for me to understand the fundamentals of a relationship itself – I always appreciated your love but never actually accepted it, because I didn’t think I was worthy of you or your love. You gave me your heart so willingly and here I am, finally, offering mine on a golden platter, all of it – the pain and love and hate and happiness. And I hope that just once, all I am is enough.

Yours, Reg

You stared and stared at that perfect handwriting. And when the train stopped in King’s Cross station, you held the letter in your fist and ran out of the train, searching for that familiar face you loved.

Regulus was already anxiously waiting.

“Oh yes, all you are is enough for me.” You laughed and hugged him tightly and Regulus leaned his face in the crook of your neck.

“Will you introduce me to your parents?” was the only thing he said and there was a new spark in those beautiful eyes.

[sleepyhutcherson]

those eyes, that mouth

peeta bakes you cinnamon rolls but can’t fight the urge to feed you…

pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

contains: food play… not sure if it counts? established relationship, fluff, reader is feeling down at the beginning but yk nothing really mentioned, not necessarily nsfw but he feeds you and has you suck the frosting from his fingers… lol.

a/n: have this short thing i wrote whilee i struggle getting to my requests aaannd part two of know it’s for the better <33 alsoo first time writing for peeta!! i feel like this blog is mostly mike and derek but istg i have a lot of requests for more jhutch characters so i’ll be bringing in more josh futterman and billy content !!!

You weren’t feeling too well, Peeta had noticed the frown on your face the moment you woke up. He pulled you closer to him, your eyes meeting his as the early sun cleared Peeta’s usual brown eyes to a tender hazel tone. “What’s wrong, honey?” He asks, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his hand.

Honestly? You weren’t sure what was wrong, you woke up with a heavy feeling in your chest, a familiar sadness weighing down on you. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Peeta’s exposed neck, you hear him giggle softly at your actions. “I don’t know,” your words are muffled against his warm, precious skin. “I just feel a little down.” You admit with a bit of shame.

Peeta continues to rub your bare back comfortingly, his chin resting above your head. “Do you want to stay in bed a little longer?” He asks, his tone soft.

You nod a little, peppering a few small kisses on his neck—your way of thanking him for understanding. He stays with you, humming some made up tune to fill the silence in your shared bedroom, rubbing your back Right as you were drifting back to sleep you felt him pull away, a small whine escaping your lips making him chuckle softly.

“Please don’t go,” you mumble, half asleep. You don’t have enough strength or energy to pull him back down so he’s up before you know it. He pulls on a pair of pyjama pants and a white t-shirt, all while staring down at the lovely sight of you trying to stay awake, your eyes half lidded. You were so adorable.

He leans down, planting a loving kiss on your forehead all while smiling. “I’ll be back,” he whispers, assuring you even if you already passed out.

—

You wake up hours later to a rainy scenery outside, droplets of water hitting your bedroom window threateningly. You can’t help but feel a strange comfort in the gloomy weather; oddly enough, you were feeling just a little better—well, better than you were feeling in the morning. You took notice of the extra blankets that you were tangled up in, you smiled knowing Peeta had draped them over you sometime while you were asleep.

“Feeling better?” Your head perks up at his voice, you could practically hear the smile in his words. You sit up and you’re greeted with a lovely sight: a smiley Peeta wearing a dark brown knitted jumper, a smudge of—what you assume is—flour on his forehead and a warm scent of cinnamon following him in. Your eyes follow down to a porcelain plate in his hands with a freshly made cinnamon roll, your stomach growls at the sight.

You nod. “Much better,” you reply, ogling the pastry.

“Eyes up here,” he teases, but there’s something so demanding about his tone—even if it’s lathered with his usual gentle tone—it’s difficult not to find it hot. You meet his eyes and he smiles with satisfaction, making his way towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. He sets the plate down at the night stand, his hands free to caress your face, holding you so delicately. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He rubs your cheek with his thumb, his eyes taking the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him, so precious. You could see it in his eyes alone just how much he loved you. A shade of pink tints your cheeks feeling flustered by having Peeta’s eyes on you for this long. He was taking his time, as he always did when it came to admiring your beauty. “Those eyes…” he whispers, his eyes boring into yours, “such pretty eyes.”

You feel suddenly shy at his compliment, ducking your head slightly, trying to hide the deeper shade of pink you probably are now. He lifts your head up to look at him, his pointer under your chin as he gently forces you to meet his eyes. “Hungry?” He asks, his eyes trailing down to your lips with such hunger. You nod, too overstimulated to use your words now.

He reached for the cinnamon roll, he knew how much you loved the warm bun, especially when it was made by him. He holds it there for you, there’s no fork, he glances up at you and you see this sudden lust in his eyes…a small smirk on his lips. He sets the plate down between you two, his hands reaching down to rip a piece of the warm bread for you. It’s warm and sticky against his fingers, he brings it up to your lips, holding it just a few inches away from you. “Open,” he instructs, trying to keep a stern tone. You do as told, slightly opening your mouth, and he nearly melts at the sight. “Oh, that mouth…” he says breathlessly. He feeds you the tasty roll, watching you slowly eat it and it’s such a gorgeous sight seeing you eat.

Once you’ve swallowed the small piece he brings up the whole cinnamon roll up to you, you giggle softly. “Big bite,” he whispers with an eagerness to his tone you can’t miss. You slowly inch closer to him, looking up at him as you gradually take a bite of the cinnamon roll all while keeping your pretty eyes interlocked with his. He lets out a pathetic moan at the mere sight.

You giggle softly, chewing on the chunk you bit off. Peeta reaches up to wipe the bit of frosting off from the corner of your lips. Then an idea occurs to him.

With his pointer finger and his middle he dips the two into the middle of the cinnamon roll, the white glaze coating his long fingers. He makes sure to get enough on them—enough to keep your mouth on his fingers for long. You watch him with hunger, wanting his fingers in your mouth now so desperately.

His fingers come up to your lips, moving his digits covered in the sweet icing around your lips, swiping them slowly. Your lips are now covered and Peeta can’t help but think of how similar the white glaze looks like…

“Open, sweetheart.” He commands eagerly, so mesmerised by the sight of you. You do as told, parting your lips, giving him access to your mouth.

His fingers enter your mouth, the icing tasting so good on your tongue or maybe it was Peeta’s fingers. Your eyes are locked with his as your lips wrap around his fingers, a grin on his face. “Suck,” he says more sternly now and you obide sucking all the sweet icing from his perfectly long fingers, lewd sounds filling the room now and fuck does Peeta almost get off from the sight alone. “So good,” he moans breathlessly as you continue to work your mouth on his fingers, attempting to clean them off from the stickiness.

You pull away with a pop! sound that makes Peeta weak. He pulls you in immediately craving your lips—a taste of you. His hands are pressed up at the sides of you face, crashing his lips into yours with a force he’s never really used before but God was he so fucking hungry for you right now. He tastes the glaze on your lips, the desire and lust all over your mouth.

“Mm’you taste so good, sweetheart.”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I love big, mean König who behaves like the worst dog when he's horny :(( but he can't help himself! He's so pent up, balls are achingly full, he sometimes has to lift and kick his leg a little to reloeve the uncomfortable tension. He'd be so cranky and fussy too, barking out orders, looking at soldiers like they just offended him in the worst way possible and the moment he gets you, his precious girl, shoved into his cabin in the alps he's simply awful :(

He's mean and aggressive, manhandling you and treating you like his personal, warm fleshlight, even mocking your whines when his tip hits your poor cervix as if trying to get in :((

Everything changes when he's close to cumming/cums bc suddenly his low, growly voice gets so much higher, almost whiny and like he's howling with pleasure and his orgasm is punctuated with a loud scream, not groan or moan, a scream :(( after that he's the sweetest guy alive :(( he hadn't fucked in years and now he has you!! All his precious, potent cum can be inside you so now it's bonding time!

Once he comes down from his powerful high he's fussing over you, his cock still right up against your cervix but his boyish charm you fell in love with is back, his blue eyes crinkle and his slightly crooked teeth are bared with a broad grin as he pants and looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky :(

Blue balled König is the worst König :(((

He hasn't seen his woman in a while and he's making it everyone's problem! It's a good thing that he can pump lead into his enemies and bark at everyone in the base because otherwise he would simply go mad. Masturbating twice a day isn't helping much because it's just not the same as easing himself into his warm, wet, sweet girl ❤️

But of course it's you who's needy when you two meet, not him :( He has self discipline and control: you're the one who's embarrassing yourself with shaky moans and sighs. The horniest girl he has ever met, surely, can't even handle herself for a few weeks when he's away, doesn't know what to do with herself when he finally bullies his cock inside you. He has an important, dangerous job you know, he can't be here pleasing and stuffing you full even if he wanted to (and god has he wanted to...) But you don't seem to care, always driving him to madness with your loving eyes and hungry arms and wet heat. It's like you want him to put a child in you, and it's driving him crazy.

Which is why he loses all his precious self control – your fault, of course, for dolling up and looking so beautiful and lovely and cute – and cums right after you. He's sounding like a pathetic, hormone-driven boy, too, which makes him want to bury his face into your neck and stay there, at least for a while. He's still inside you, and you caress him so nice and soft, saying that you missed him – Gott, he's not going to cry like a baby, for fuck's sake...

He almost lost himself for a while there, must be because he had a too long work patch and wasn't able to even call or text you enough. He's always so proud of making you cum first, but sometimes, he comes dangerously close to nutting inside you without warning… You just feel so good.

And afterwards, everything's suddenly kind of ok in the world. Nothing irritates him at all, and you look like an absolute angel. You smile back at him, and he swears right then and there he will knock you up one day. Life isn't too bad when he has a warm, sweet woman in his arms. You look so happy with his cock still deep inside your warmth – the perfect woman, if there ever was one. He can't believe you're his…

He can finally think more clearly and ask you how your day has been, confused as to why you burst into laughter. Women are strange creatures for sure, but he is starting to get used to you and your antics. Someone would probably say that he's in love, and it might be true: he simply has to either cuddle you for an hour or two or make you a sandwich. Women like sandwiches after sex, right? (He certainly does.)

[vilhelios]

— I THINK I LOVED YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE .

( WHERE I WAS THE SEA, & YOU WERE THE SHORE . ) ; general fluffy romantic headcanons for rafayel / qi yu from love and deepspace <3

CW: not beta read, general rafayel story/lore spoilers, may be slightly ooc, tooth-rotting fluff, very slight angst !!!

— RAFAYEL is a terribly sweet, loyal, and affectionate lover. sometimes, you think he is something like a lovesick puppy—always ready to greet you at the door with a warm hug when you return from a mission, always eagerly awaiting your phone calls and texts. always at your side. when he calls you darling and holds you close, burrows his head into the crook of your neck, you can't help but feel like your being has been warmed by a pleasant summer sunbeam.

despite this, sometimes he feels like he's drifting somewhere far away from you. a receeding ocean tide, sea foam dissolving from your fingertips as you dip your hands in the waves. he's somewhere you don't understand, when he looks into your eyes and searches for an iteration of you in the reflected image of his own eyes—perhaps he is 800 years away, a lifetime and more. and yet, when you gingerly cup his face in your palms, feel him lean into your touch, you know he returns to you.

— RAFAYEL'S art studio is admittedly, a mess. there are days where you'll enter that room spotless and leave with splatters of some new shade of red and his beloved blues all over your clothes and skin. some days, this happens purely on accident—a trip right into a canvas here, a palm pressed onto wet paint there—and on others, rafayel seems to delight in using you as a canvas.

— when RAFAYEL kisses you (in that gentle fashion, where he cups your cheek like if he doesn't you'll slip like seafoam from his hold), those soft lips of his taste of cherries and grapes and strawberries. and perhaps that best encapsulates what loving rafayel is like, this sweetest red, red, red: the way his cheeks and ears flush when you press a kiss to his cheek; the colour of his eyes when the morning's rose-gold sunlight hits the pink in them just right; the bleeding, beating heart he offers to your awaiting hands. eventually, he pulls away to let the both of you breathe, and when he presses his forehead against yours, glances at you with that charming smile of his, you're enveloped in warm crimson all over again.

"there." rafayel smiles, leans back to admire the flamulla he'd painted on your cheek and the pout that graces your lips. "a cute flamulla for the cutie that keeps distracting me."

"you weren't even painting anything when i came in!" you scoff, dabbing the paintbrush he'd given you into the paint upon the palette. while he painted moon jellies, flamulla, and blowfish on your skin, you'd busied yourself with painting seashells on his. some of the clamshells are too close together, the venus combs look a little too spiky, and some conches don't look quite right. when he looks like he's about to chuckle at the sight of them, you poke him with the other end of your brush; "hmph. you're just a meanie."

"how rude!" he feigns, hand to his heart. "this is how you treat me for making you look like one of my most precious paintings?"

— you notice, eventually, that RAFAYEL always gifts you red jewelry (if not pearls, of course). the little treasures glint in the sunlight; rings with a ruby or red spinel centerpiece, a necklace with a red coral pendant, fire opal earrings... they're beautiful and never gaudy, as to be expected from a man with an eye for aesthetics, but it still perplexes you.

you ask him why, while he helps you put on his most recently gifted necklace as you two get ready to attend his aunt's opera show. your painter answers with a thoughtful hum, deft fingers clasping the necklace for you: "red disappears the fastest in the deep sea, so i never got to see it much." rafayel presses a kiss to your cheek, then, before settling his chin on the crook of your neck. "what better way to appreciate a colour i missed out on for so long than seeing it on you, darling?"

— RAFAYEL'S smug and haughty countenance seems to crumble at the mere press of your lips against his skin, little pecks gracing each beauty mark. the first kiss is placed on his cheek, a little ways away from his eye, his head cradled in your palms; you feel how he heats up beneath your touch, a light blush dusting across his cheeks and a bright vermillion burning at the tips of his ears. the second is placed on his chest, your lips and gentle, roaming hands sparking the rapid thrumming of his heart.

— RAFAYEL sees you in everything. in the morning sunlight that filters into his kitchen, in the cherry blossoms that land on his hair, in the sea breeze that rushes past him as he walks along the shore. the mundane of daily life has become filled with so many traces of you that he cannot see them as anything other than beautiful. there's a piece of you in every one of his paintings now, a streak of your favourite colour intertwined with his reds and blues. he made the pigment himself, of course, extracted the colours he needed from your favourite things.

THE LOVERS ; Rafayel (20XX) ; Oil on canvas

This painting consists of only two colours, and depicts the view of a simple shoreline, with waves lapping at the shore. Although simple in essence, the two paints were handmade (as is the norm for pieces by Rafayel) with pigments extracted from materials that represented himself and his beloved. Upon closer inspection, one may notice the difference in brushstrokes between colours—where they start to blend, so do the strokes, perhaps one hand guiding the other. As per the words of the painter himself, this artwork is meant to represent a "marriage and a transfiguration; the way two souls are forever intertwined and changed by love."

a/n : pretty privilege is real because rafayel acts a lot like marius but i like him infinitely more than i do lu jinghe 😭👍 my love/obsession for this pretty little fish has made me rise from the grave of uni work and writer's block... please fill his tag i need to satisfy this itch in my brain that he gives me <\3 might write some more for him + him as abysswalker <3 (p.s. that final hc is perhaps the cutest thing i thought to do)

[rainydayathogwarts]

Precious, drunk boyfriend - Remus Lupin

Summary: In which Remus gets more drunk than he ever has and clings onto his girlfriend for dear life. Warnings: Public sex (but the room is empty), fingering, drunk sex (but consensual), established relationship wc: 1.4k

It was odd, to say the least. Remus Lupin was usually the more put together of the four boys; he smoked a cigarette by the open window with a beer in his hand, watching as the party roared around him. He would laugh at the sight of his best friends embarrassing themselves and always had open arms to welcome his girlfriend in, hugging you tightly as you drunkenly slurred words of affection at him. James now wondered if this was just payback for all the nights Remus had to look after them.

Remus hiccuped loudly, his head leaning back on the pillows. He tried straightening up with a wobble while James and Sirius exchanged a look of worry. "Where is she?" Remus slurred, looking around as he finally stood up. "She's gonna fucking kill us if she sees what we did to her precious boyfriend" Whisper-yelled Sirius as he and James rushed over behind Remus, who was confidently strutting over to where you and Marlene danced together. "Rem! Since when do you dance?" You giggled upon seeing your boyfriend, only to squeal when his hands snaked around your waist, harshly tugging you towards him.

You gasped, putting both your hands on his chest and looking up at him curiously. You were drunk enough to enjoy the special attention from your boyfriend, but not too much to miss the fact that this wasn't the ordinary Remus. "Remus?" He hummed distractedly, beginning to pull you towards the other side of the common room, where you instantly made eye contact with three very guilty looking teenage boys. "Peter, talk." You said, pointedly looking at the boy, knowing he could never lie to you. "Shh, don't look at Pete. You don't need him, just me." You couldn't help but laughing as your boyfriend pushed you down onto a couch. He sat down next to you, digging his head into the crook of your neck where he immediately started leaving kisses, whilst his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

Your eyes widened when Remus started to suck on the soft skin on your neck and you looked back at James, Sirius and Peter. "What did you guys do to him?" Peter looked down at his shoes, beginning to mumble under his breath, but it was Sirius who finally spoke. "Well, we all took a couple of shots together but that was it! The rest was all him!" You looked at them suspiciously, trying to push away Remus's head from the crook of your neck.

"Rem? Remus, sweetheart?" He pulled away from your neck, only to trail his kisses upwards, pressing some on your jawline and the side of your face. "You're so beautiful." A kiss on your jawline. "How can you be so beautiful and smart and kind at the same time?" Another kiss. "Fuck, when you come to me and sit on my laps after classes..." He took a long pause, and for a second you thought he was asleep "You make me feel so important. I love you. Only love you." You smiled down at him, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes.

He wasn't going to remember anything in the morning.

"Rem?" "Mhmm?" "Want to come for a smoke with me?" And he was immediately up on his feet, tripping over air so that James had to clutch him by the shoulders so he wouldn't fall. Nothing would separate that boy from his cigarettes. You nodded your head towards the back of the main common room, making your way to a more secluded room within the common room, heading straight to the window. Remus blindly followed your footsteps, sitting in front of you on the window nook. He watched intently as you opened the window from your side, and leaned forward towards your boyfriend. You opened his jacket, reaching for the inner pocket where he kept his cigarettes hidden.

"You're not warm? Don't want to take it off?" He nodded, shuffling so he could take off his jacket, leaving him in a plain black tank top. Your eyes raked over his exposed muscular arms and you chuckled lightly, looking down at the box in your hands. "What? Too handsome for you?" Remus muttered, leaning back on the wall behind him with a smug grin on his face. You shook your head, getting on your knees to move closer to him. You didn't get the chance to sit back down before Remus' hands were on your hips, lifting you up slightly so he could plant you on his laps.

You moved to straddle him, directly facing him, and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. One of his hands immediately migrated from your hip to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss so you were forced to open your mouth, allowing his tongue in. The hand on your hip moved to your front, beginning to unbutton the trousers you wore. You broke the kiss, panting "Remus, we can't!" "There's no one here though." "You're too drunk." He shook his head, both hands now working on your trousers, tugging them down your thighs as best he could with you straddling him.

"You're not taking advantage of me. Jus' wanna make you feel nice." His hand slipped down the front of your lacy underwear, immediately finding your clit, which he started rubbing circles on. You gasped, hips immediately bucking away from his cold touch. "Light?" Murmured Remus, looking up at you, then down at the pack of cigarettes in your hand. You nodded, reaching for a cigarette and lighting it up before putting it to your lips and inhaling deeply. You guided it between Remus' awaiting lips, and he mimicked your movements, blowing the cigarette away from your face. His hand continued its movements, and he inserted two fingers in your wet entrance.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, watching where they connected with your entrance, his second hand holding your underwear to the side so he could see. You cried out, his pace quickening, his palm applying pressure on your clit every time he pumped his fingers inside your pussy. You tried squeezing your thighs together for more friction, throwing your head back in disappointment. "So needy. I'm already giving you my fingers and you want more?" You nodded your head at him, but whined when he laughed, grinding your hips down on his stilling hands. "Please, please Rem." You begged, your head digging into the crook of his neck.

You mimicked his earlier actions, starting to suck hickeys on his neck as his pace began to slowly increase again. His free hand followed your arm that was hanging over his shoulder, and he snatched the cigarette from between your fingers. He inhaled again, his breath hitching when you sucked on his sweet spot and he coughed out a moan, the white smoke dispersing in the room. You smiled against his neck, which he must have felt, because his pace on your cunt became unforgivably fast, the pressure on your clit becoming too much for you.

Your thighs started shaking and you rolled your hips, riding Remus' hand in search for your release. He twisted his hand, hitting a new angle inside of you which had you unraveling on top of him, almost as though he had just been teasing you the whole time. You moaned loudly, trying to bury your moans in Remus' neck, but they still echoed in the small room. You whimpered as Remus removed his hand from your cunt, the burning sensation in your thighs beginning to soothe. Your jaw went slack, gaping at Remus, who put his fingers in his mouth, humming contently as he tasted your juices. He wiped the excess saliva on his trousers so he could help you back into yours. He zipped and buttoned you up as you observed him, still in a daze.

Remus smiled up at you, offering you what was left of the cigarette. You took a long drag, settling down on Remus' laps, who tapped you on the ass as a sign to get up. "Come on sweetheart, let's go get you cleaned up." You staggered up, and Remus, now seemingly sober, took your hand in his as he re-pocketed the cigarette pack, leading you out of the room. When you got to the main common room, heading towards the stairs, you made eye contact with Sirius, who grinned widely at your shaky figure, eyes going back and forth between you and a satisfied Remus.

[bunnyabricot]

Automn nights ༄ ‧₊˚

✧ pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader

✧ warning(s) : fluff, smut ; established relationship, grinding, piv, needy max and reader🤭🤭, unprotected sex, pet names (beautiful, love, good girl..), slight overstimulation, cum mention, etc etc

✧ summary : Cold nights with Max always ended up in him pressed close against your back while you listen to his warm and slow breathing tickling your ear. But tonight, you both got all worked up.

✧ words : 1.7k

✧ a/n : first work + not my first language (raahh 🦅🦅🇫🇷) be kind pls and/or give advice pls🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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You hummed, satisfied as your lover held you close to his chest ; Max Verstappen, the f1 driver oh so famous for his anger issues and his trouble of keeping his cool. Obviously, graciously exaggerated by the medias who wouldn’t miss for anything a chance to portray a man who doesn’t like to lose as a bad guy and go as far as giving him the nickname of "the vilain of the f1" just to sell more papers or make more views. Despite those accusations, "Mad Max" as they also like to call him, holds you gently and tenderly as if he was a 5 years old and you were his most precious and fragile treasure. Nights like these were the best and you wouldn’t trade those for anything.

Your heartbeat accelerated by your unconditional and deep love of your Max. Your smile fondly and you felt a kiss being placed in the crook of your neck which made your cheeks a tinted pink fortunately covered by the dim light of your shared bedroom. You shifted your neck and quietly giggled.

"Gosh I love you.. " you sighed under your breath.

Your partner kisses you once more as to accentuate how much you mean to him “I love you too, goodnight beautiful.” he answered.

You shift a bit trying to find a comfortable position to sleep under the comforter and the fluffy blanket above it while your boyfriend’s arm was around your waist, you were the little spoon.

Despite the warmth of your dear lover, his closeness and the way he was holding you made your mind wanders and refrained you from sleeping. You couldn’t sleep. Not when he was so hot in both ways, so close yet not enough. The way his crotch kept pressing against your back accelerates your breathing and by the time he was asking if you were alright you were already hyperventilating.

“Are you alright my love ?” he asked quite concerned and taken aback.

You bit your bottom lip and pressed yourself further onto him subconsciously. “Y-Yes don’t worry.” You were in fact not okay. Everything about him was enticing. From his innocent smile to his soft hair when you brush them delicately, to his piercing eyes and persistant character that makes you so proud but your mind so fuzzy. You brush your hand on his arm. “I’m okay, just.. go back to sleep.” You stopped yourself from acting as a horny teenager and chose instead to sleep early as a responsible adult.

Little did you know your boyfriend was everything but a responsible adult and sometimes couldn’t help himself from acting as a 17 years old boy who just got a girlfriend and wants his dick wet when it came to you.

He smirked as he finally understood why you were breathing so fast when you rubbed against him. He grips your waist tighter and kisses your neck. “Feeling needy are we ?”

The cold weather was soon forgotten when your skin was burning hot with every words Max was saying. “I-Mph..” You were going to find an excuse, or more like a lie, but Max cuts you short by rubbing his clothed core to your ass.

You shakily breathed out some air with your mouth open trying not to moan. You didn’t want to sound too desperate, moaning like that when he wasn’t even touching you properly.

He took this opportunity and put his fingers in your mouth. You obediently close your mouth around them and bite them gently.

He was caressing your body with his other free hand. From your hand, to your arm, your shoulder to finally stop at your warm chest. He pressed his hand against your breast while you were mewling with your mouth full with his fingers.

Your winter pyjamas were now too much for you to handle now that your temperature was elevating more and more. Max seemed to notice because of your cheeks rosing. He always thought the way he made you flustered easily was cute. What can you say you are so enamoured with him you can’t help it.

He kisses your neck once more. Max then shifts his position to be on top of you and he kisses you with so must lust. His tongue finding yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as you squeeze his hand, feeling overwhelmed. You could never get enough of him.

His lips press to your collarbones as he places sloppy kisses onto it. Your bite your lips but a sound escapes your mouth nonetheless. Your chest elevates with each deep breath that you take and you buck your hips in the air trying desperately to have a friction with Max’s hard on, impatient when it came to those kind of activities. Nevertheless, you tried your best to be patient for him and take what Max gives you.

Your obedience payed off when Max took your shirt off, finally relieved from the radiating heat engulfing your body. He took a moment to admire your breasts, his eyes full of hunger. He finally decided to continue his attack but now on them, sucking small hickeys and licking your sensitive buds. Your were moaning. The more he went on, the more you felt yourself leaking in your pyjama pants. Extending your arms to the brim of his top, your lifted it to take it off, wanting nothing more than to see him naked at the moment.

“Please Max, God.. give it to me.." you say while looking up to him. In this angle he looked so so hot and you think you wouldn’t mind making him your husband, or a daddy matter of fact. You just wanted him. All of him.

To accentuate your envy, you rub his hard dick with your hand on top of his pants, making agonizing slow movements. "Please..".

"Shit" he lets out while closing his eyes while frowning ever so slightly. The way you look at him with adoring eyes as if he created the world is driving him crazy. You drive him crazy.

He quickly takes off his bottom. You stare at him, he is so handsome. Yours is rapidly next as you raise your hips while your beautiful driver is removing painfully slowly your pants to tease you back. You arch your back at this action.

You are now both naked, your hot skin touching his. Your hand naturally found its place, gripping his strong shoulder as the other rests at the side of his neck.

Your lovely husband to be placed his tip at your entrance and raised his head to have your approval. You face was all the confirmation he needed but he always made sure you were feeling happy and safe with him. You nodded fervently, eager to feel him inside of you. You feel his thick cock stretching your walls and your whine loudly.

“Shh it’s okay beautiful, you’re okay. Take it like a good girl." you lover said leaning on top of your, his arms caging you.

You always loved when he called you like this. The way he was looking on top of you and how he’s calling you these sweet names makes you want to be filled with his cum.

You shut your eyes and immediately, your mouth, attracted to his like a magnet, crashes into Max’s to have a languorous kiss. You grip the back of his head and tug on his brown hair. You also hold his shoulder tighter for support.

The passion between the both of you mutters the sting in between you legs. Soon, Max starts to move and all the discomfort turns into pleasure. The way he’s made for you mentally and physically is almost disturbing.

Both of your moans are harmonising in sync with Max’s thrusts. You grip Max’s hair tightly and slightly scratch his back with your nails to attenuate your ecstasy which only earn you hard trusts from your lover in response. “A-Aaah ! Max..s too much..! ♡ ” you almost scream from pleasure. “You can do it my love. You’re so beautiful gosh..” he says short of breath from the effort but continuing his ruthless pace nonetheless. Wether it’s on tracks or in bed, Max can’t help but be fast.

He mercilessly fucks into you as he calls you sweet names. “My pretty girl”, “Fuck you’re so perfect” and even let slip a quiet “my wife..” which was mostly meant for himself.

You feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and you know that you’re close. With the way Max ruts inside you like a desperate man and how he sometimes clumsily slips out of you because of his mind fusing you can tell that he is too. You open your mouth and a loud moan escape it signaling that you reached your climax. “Max ! ♡” you scream his name as you cum.

He continues his pace nevertheless and you tap on his shoulder as to surrender. “Max god please please I c-can’t !” You scream still sensitive from your orgasm and overstimulated from your lover who doesn’t seem to budge at how helpless you sound. “Just a little bit more m’love..” he says, panting.

He slams into you a few times before finally plunging deeply into you and filling you with his warm cum. He gently and slowly pull out of you as he takes a deep breath. Max takes a step back to look at his art ; you looking so gorgeous as ever, his cum leaking out of your pussy, dazed eyes, messy hair, panting from your hot making love session. He could die here a happy man.

You looked up at him feeling so dearly enamoured and loyal to this man. “Max ?” You asked still high from your orgasm. “Yes beautiful ?” he answered immediately with a gentle smile. “Instead of saying under your breath during sex that I’m your wife, why don’t you officially make me a Verstappen ?” You mindlessly asked. Max was to say taken aback by your sudden question. He didn’t think much of it during the action. He didn’t even think you would hear it. It’s not that he never thought about it. In fact he’d love to make you properly his. He had this idea in mind more than you could ever guess. So obviously he smiled so fondly and laughed at how you talked about such and important subject like it’s nothing when you both look like a mess.

He approached you and passionately kissed you. You put your hand on his cheek and when you opened your eyes, you see a lovesick Max with a wide grin. “I’d love to.” He answered your pending question before cuddling you dearly for the rest of the night.

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[bnhours]

Adorable - Kento Nanami

- Warning: Ig none? *Smut*

"So cute." He said in awe. Your chest was heavy as you tried to catch your breath, your eyelids filled with desire. Your eyes didn't even leave each other’s for a second, this moment was only between the two of you, the world around you no longer existed.

His hands tightened against your thighs and ass for a short moment before he abruptly let go of you. Unconsciously, you grabbed his hand, as you felt like he was going to leave. Your sudden action surprised him slightly, but he smiled softly at you, reassuring your worries.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to leave you.” He reassured you gently, knowing you better than anybody else. He knew how you were, easily worried, the fear of abandonment always lingering inside you. But that made you the most precious being in his eyes, like a treasure in his hands. He nodded at you, silently warning you that he was just going to take something, which he did causing your grip around his forearm to loosen.

He thought you were so adorable. Your pupils dilated with yearn, but also with hope, your cheeks slightly pink and your breathing heavy, stifled by the tension compressing the room. Everything about you made him melt, made him think that being around people wasn't so bad after all. That is, if those ‘people’ were you and only you.

Every evening, every time you found yourself in his bed again, Nanami regretted less and less having you by his side, feeling you deliciously tighten around him and feeling your delicate body against his. Having you all naked and vulnerable beneath him was his greatest reward, better than any victory.

You were the only reward he wanted to have and keep. Engrave preciously in his mind, but also elsewhere. He loved taking pictures of you, but mostly of you together. It reminded him that you were his, only his. He always wanted to have different types of photos saved in his phone. Some innocents, others more sinful, filthier, that he could admire without embarrassment when he found himself alone.

"What are you doing?" You asked softly, intrigued, when you saw him grab his phone and place it right behind you.

“Just taking a little souvenir.” He bit his lip as he felt your breasts against him and your ass lifting slightly, exposing even more of your beautiful dripping pussy to him through your panties. You were so understanding, it was one thing he loved the most about you. He put his phone on the table and grabbed your ass roughly, so much so that you felt his fingers against your pussy, spreading it deliciously. “Perfect, don’t move.”

He grinned foully at you, capturing this hot moment. He stood there for a few seconds staring at the picture he took with a dirty smirk on his face. But you shattered his reverie when you began to slowly move your hips, moaning softly to get his attention. And you succeed, in an instant you found yourself in the same position as before; him leaning over you, with your legs thrown over his shoulders and his fingers digging into the sensitive parts of your thighs. You threw your head back when you felt him give you a deep, harsh fake thrust, giving him enough access for him to place deep kisses in the crook of your neck, causing another moan to escape from between your lips.

"Sorry, baby. You looked so beautiful like that that I wanted to mark this moment." He whispered in your ear, dispelling any worry that was still in the back of your mind. “Now we can get to real business”

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | w. maximoff

part iii of pretty in pink

you've been getting a little too caught up in your work, and wanda's clinginess is highly affected. you make it up to your bunny girl with kisses, strawberries, and something a little more.

──── 🎀 pairing. sub!bunny!wanda x dom!owner!reader

──── 🎀 chapter warnings. smut (18+), hybrid!au, clingy!wanda, possessiveness, reader is gender-neutral, food play, strawberries go in places they shouldn't, cunnilingus (mentioned), overstimulation, bunny!wanda is so adorable, fingering, squirting, kind of master/pet but not explicitly stated, power imbalance, power play

──── 🎀 note. bunny!wanda brainrot- yes, i am not okay. proofreading? for the weak.

"hi, bunny," you whisper gently, feeling a lithe body lodge itself between you and the kitchen counter. 

it was in the midst of making breakfast that wanda, your pretty hybrid, had so adorably interrupted you. "wassa matter?" you ask slowly, giving her a reassuring smile, stroking at her long, flowy hair.

wanda was one of the most beautiful hybrids you had ever laid your eyes upon, a precious bunny you wouldn't wish to ever lose. with creamy skin for long legs, perky long ears and a button nose, she was a birthday present gift-wrapped in silk garments.

when you first got wanda, it hadn't been like the handbooks at all, with unexpected mood swings and odd cravings for food. through ups and downs, you treated your pretty bunny well, letting her grow to trust you.

wanda's independence grew thinner the longer she spent her days with you. an utter reliance stemmed within her malleable heart, her long ears drooping each second you were gone.

and that's where wanda's insatiable libido started.

after an especially long work day, you came home, looking forward to see your little bunny again. 

what you didn't expect, however, was to find her on your bed, in your t-shirt, dry-humping what seemed to be your pillow. her adorable ears were almost upright, shaking as she rocked her cunt against the pillow, looking at you with wide and glassy eyes.

your name fell from her honeyed lips like a mantra, coming out in choked cries and high-pitched whines. 

you can guess what happened afterwards.

going back to the present, this seemed to be one of those times where wanda was extremely clingy. the bunny was wrapping her arms around your torso, then her legs around your waist. 

now, she was clinging on to you like a koala bear, nuzzling her head into your clothed chest.

"bunny," you cooed, ever so softly, knowing how much wanda loved to hear that. breakfast would have to wait.

"missed you," she whined, burying her face in the crook of your neck. she inhaled your scent, tongue peeking out of pink lips to lick at your bare skin. "was back late yesterday. missed you."

you held wanda steady, hands moving to cup her plush thighs. ever patient with her needy nature, the bunny found herself falling for you more and more with each passing day.

"sorry, bunny. i did some overtime at work, you know." picking up one of the strawberries you were previously cutting, you fed it to wanda, grinning at her pleased expression.

"yummy," she said, muffled with her lips wrapped around the slice of strawberry. wanda was adorable. 

"mhm. good girl. want another?" you asked, wanda still glued to your torso. she eagerly nodded.

what you weren't anticipating, however, was for wanda to deliberately suck at your fingers when you pressed the pink strawberry against her lips. she sank her teeth into the fruit with zeal, letting the sweet juice run down her mouth and to her neck.

it didn't take two seconds for your mouth to find that trail of juice, sucking at her porcelain skin. "messy bunny," you mumble heatedly, moving your hands from her waist to her ass, gripping harder.

wanda lets out a whimper when your fingers brush the soft, fluffy tail at her back. you knew she was especially sensitive there. giving in to your divine urges, you wrap your hands around her tail and pull, and wanda lets out a cry, arching in your hands.

"need you," wanda whines, grabbing at the fabric of your shirt, sharp nails scratching at your chest. you wrap a hand around her pretty throat with slender fingers, and jerk her back to look at your bunny properly. at the sight of her pink, swollen lips, still damp with the strawberry juice, a devious idea pops into your head.

you lift wanda up and set her on the kitchen counter. your bunny whines instantaneously at the loss of contact, but you shush her with a quick peck on the lips. "i'll make it up to you, sweet girl.”

when you slowly spread her legs, maintaining eye contact (something that wanda craved), her pouty frown morphed into an exhilarated grin.

"are you gonna make me feel good?" wanda asks innocently, habitually moving to rub at her left ear. she's a pretty sight, all dolled up on your kitchen counter.

"only the best," you whisper back while leaning down to align your mouth with wanda's core. with one last wink, your head disappears under her litttle skirt.

when you resurface, your chin is damp but wanda's cunt is soaking. "want more," wanda gasps breathlessly. "please," she adds, spreading her legs a little more.

her tight and wet cunt is on display. smirking, you swiftly grab one of the fresh strawberries from previously. wanda tilts her head questioningly.

that expression quickly fades away when you begin to rub the strawberry on her glistening folds. wanda gasps at the cold sensation, her ears pricking up. 

"you can't put it th- oh," wanda's cry ends in a moan when you slip the tip of the strawberry into her tight cunt. it goes in easily, considering how wet she was from previously.

your eyes burn as you watch the strawberry go in inch by inch. fuck, she's so perfect. “you like that, pet?” you ask, voice a touch rougher than usual. your bunny nods, cunt clenching hard.

what better way is there to reenact your little fantasies than to carry it out on your pretty bunny?

at the sight of the glistening fruit, you can’t resist it anymore, and pull the strawberry out. wanda cries at the loss of contact, hands weaving themselves into your hair. you, on the other hand, take a big bite out of the strawberry, moaning at the taste.

“fuck, pet. you taste so good. so sweet, too. mhm.” 

wanda pulls you into a searing kiss, all clashing tongues and open mouths. she craves to taste herself on your tongue, craves to feel you in her once again. you instinctively wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly to remind her you were in charge.

she whines in brief pleasure, liking the idea of being claimed. you think you might like it more.

when you fingers find her cunt once again, wanda comes apart almost immediately, a high-pitched moan of your name falling from her pink lips. you pinch her cute, stiff, clitoris between long fingers, and her gushes of white cream become spurts.

humming in satisfaction, you don’t bother to give your bunny a break, only continuing to pleasure her till all your desires and fantasies were fulfilled.

perks of owning a bunny, you supposed.

yes, my wip list is piling up. yes, i have school stuff to do. yes, i need sleep. just...... accept this. reblog to boost my sanity.

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[rizzkisworld]

Sentiments - Nishimura Riki

Pairing: bf! Niki x fem! Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

author's note: me re-entering my uploading era 🤩 plz reblog/give feedback if you like this because it really helps writers continue and motivates them tyvm!

Your smile brought so much happiness to Riki's life. Whenever he was sad, he'd look at you. The way his emotions did a full 180 real quick. He doesn't know what it is about your smile. Maybe it's because you look so happy and pretty. All he knows is that it makes him want to do whatever he can to make you smile. He starts acting extra goofy around you, he starts giving you random kisses to see the way you get shy and look away (as if your cuteness doesn't make him feel shy sometimes-), he gives you random hugs to see you smile. He even tickles you sometimes even though you scold him about it afterwards.... lovingly though of course.

Cuddling with you is how he wants to spend the rest of his life. Having his arms around you or you having your arms around him. The position doesn't matter as long as he's with you. However, he does love it when you bury your face in his neck or chest. The way you feel safe when you're in that special spot. It makes him want to protect you because you're so precious to him. He definitely is a huge fan of back hugging you of course. He gets to kiss your neck, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, and rest his face in the crook of your neck. You can expect him to cuddle and hug you whenever he's with you, cause Riki don't play about his cuddles.

Pictures of you on his phone are his favorites. Everytime he scrolls through his gallery, all he sees is pictures of you. Some are secret pictures he took of you because you're so attractive to him no matter what. He has you as his lock screen to be honest. You're his model and he's the photographer.

The moments when you cry, though it hurts him (unless they're tears of joy), it makes him happy that you feel comfortable enough to share your emotions with him. He always wants you to feel your best and he'll do whatever he can to make you happy. But when you're having one of those days, no matter what the reason may be, he's always there to listen, to care for you, to help you any way he can. These are the moments his maturity really shows. He just loves you so much! (I need a Niki so bad rn 😔)

Play fighting with you is a must! You guys take it real seriously. There's three ways your fights usually go. One, he's the one winning, though you're doing your absolute best to fight him off meanwhile he's just smiling at you and admiring your beauty all while you're desperately trying to win the fight. Two, he's winning, but starts feeling bad that you're losing and boom, he either lets you win or it switches to you guys making out. Three, you're winning, not sure if he's letting you win or you just really snuck him, but either way it's good(Ive reference anyone?)

Late night walks and talks are your favorite! You already told him everything and vice versa, yet you still find something to talk about together. At this point it's nonsense and gibberish that only you two understand. You definitely get midnight snacks and meals. All of this is really just to say that Riki loves you a lot and shares so many sentiments with you.

Again it's greatly appreciated if you reblog this if you enjoyed! It helps put writers works out there and it encourages us to put more content out there~~

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

loving you 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ demetri volturi x reader

warnings: mentions of (non-sexual) nudity

a/n : ^^ sending demetri forehead kisses to you all

tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen @iloveslasher @julesofvolterra @volturi-stuff

A loud giggle erupted from you as you felt Demetri’s index finger trail along your collarbone, down your breast and over your nipple teasingly, pinching it between his digits. The ticklish sensation had you squirming, attempting to put a stop to it though he didn’t let up, fingers caressing down to your side where he tickled you there too.

“‘Metri, stop!” You squealed out, giggles constricting your breathing and leaving you panting for air.

He tickled you once more before stopping, eyes staring at you in awe before he leant down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. He groaned after a moment, the feel of your naked bodies pressed together and the sweet response to your lips on his own making his insides turn to mush.

Pulling away as you whined his name, he smiled. Watching you with all of the love in the world, he smiled wider as you moved forward to press an eager kiss to the side of his chin, pecking your nose and forehead in response and pulling you into his chest with a sweet sigh.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He mumbled into your hairline.

“You do?”

He hummed in response, pulling your face from his chest to meet your eyes.

“That’s good, because I love you so much too.” You beamed, watching him as he tried to tickle your nose with the ends of your hair, loving the way you scrunched your nose up. He spoke again after a moment, his words tugging your heartstrings.

“Loving you is the easiest thing in the world, you’re so precious to me. My favourite girl.”

You looked away as your cheeks flushed and he teasingly tutted you, pulling your eyes back to his own with his fingers cupping your jaw. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Your face heated up even more (if that was even possible) and you watch his face scrunch as he laughed. An adorable, happy sound that made you smile too, burying your face into the crook of his neck with a whine of his name, his next teasing remark following shortly after.

“Your blush is so pretty, darling.”

Without saying a word, you pressed closer. Your right leg hooking up over his bare thighs, arm around his waist and face hidden away beneath his jaw. He followed suite, wrapping the sheet around you just that tiny bit more to keep you at least a little bit warm, and beginning to run his hand up and down the supple skin of your thigh, squeezing it and mentally reminding himself to bite you there later on, a smirk on his face at the thought. For now he allowed you reprieve, snuggling against you and allowing the gentle beat of your heart to lull him into rest too.

[applesooyoung]

Love Bites — S.JY

Genre: Smut !! | Wc: 1,072k | GN!Reader

Contains: sub puppy vampire!Jake x dom human!Reader, Jake is a hybrid!, choking (not mentioned but Jake is wearing a collar), petnames, Jake calls reader master, biting, cum eating, anal

⚠︎ TW !! : Mentions of blood and injuries

A/N: I fucking love Jake and I am having a Jakey brainrot for the past few weeks so here ya go babes *shoots finger guns*

edit 1: the dick refers to a strap for the fem readers and the real shit for male readers! Sorry for putting it out late but it's literally common sense at this point but still have to address it tho so sorry 🙏

[Now playing: Bite Me – ENHYPEN]

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"AHHH you're back, you're back, you're back!" the blonde boy ran to you enthusiastically, tail wagging, tongue hanging as he panted and his left vermillion left eye twinkled as soon as you stepped inside the house. "Heyya blood pup, you missed me so so much didn't you?" you cooed before he tackled you down and pestered your face with tons of kisses.

"You have no idea how much have I starved without my lovely master" He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. He loves your warm touch especially your neck where he feasts on your blood. He went to the sofa near you and took his favorite hefty adjustable collar as he kneels in front of you. He hands it to you with pleading eyes along with the tempo of his wagging tail fastens. You knew what he wants and he wants it now.

"Have you been good today?" You crossed your arms as his eyes turned into two precious moons, they twinkled at you. He blushed. "Yes! Yes, I have been good while you were away, master!" he smiled, his eyes looking directly at you. He was so pretty and submissive for you. "You never disappointed me, Jake darling. Always such a good boy for me~" you cooed while coaxing the top of his blonde tresses then kneeling down at his level as you clasped the leash and collar on his neck.

Perfect.

You stood behind the pretty boy as he stares at the mirror, he can't believe how adorable he actually looks since he lost his magical ring. The magical ring he wears protects him from things that restrict and possibly harm vampires like him. Once worn, he can enjoy things like going out on a sunny day, certain metals, or looking themselves in the mirror. The Nosferatu blood ring.

"I-I look p-pretty, master !" He points at his beautiful state in front of the mirror since he hasn't seen himself in the mirror for a while now. He stares at his pale-toned body, especially his flared nipples. His vampire skin was faintly iridescent, he was so beautiful. His vermillion-odd eyes stared at you with a flustered face, "Right, master?" You reassured him by humming, slowly kissing his soft and delicate cheeks.

"I could've hidden your ring and used the chain leash on you right now" You slowly laid him down on the bed as you whispered dirty babbling in his sensitive ears. He whimpered. "You just love the feeling of the silver chains slowly melting and burning onto your neck don't you, pup?" You giggled as his eyes starts to get glossy, pleading more for you to touch him.

"Not as much as you seem to say master but if it makes you happy then Jake's happy too" He smiled and that did it for you. You passionately kissed him while slowly unbuckling his pants. "Please b- ngh be gentle m-master. I-I'm quite sore" His words started to slur as the pleasure slowly gives tingles down his spine, the rush gives him goosebumps. "I guess I could give you that since you've been good to me all this time aren't you darling?" You purred in his ears as you slowly pumped his girthy cock.

He starts to squirm as you dabbled on his sensitive pooling tip. "Ah~ M-Master, a bit rough for a start, yeah?" He closes his eyes whimpering and moaning at every touch. You then went down on him and slurped all of his sweet and salty precum. He gasped and yelped your name. "M-Ma- AHH~ ster pl-please! I-I can't take it mmh please touch your needy puppy already!" Gosh, he was so sensitive that he cries before you could even start fucking him.

"Patience, dear" You kept stroking him as he keeps squirming so you took a nearby belt and tied his hands together tight. He whimpers, more tear marks on his cheeks while you pinned his tied hands up and the other stroking him. You couldn't wait anymore as well so you spat on his ass and started to fuck his puckered hole with your cock. The feeling of your cock on his hole was ambrosia to him as you pounded him while pulling his leash tighter and tighter.

"M-Master go f-faster, please! I- ah missed you so darn much!" His moans get progressively louder and louder while the skin slapping gets progressively louder as well. "Poor puppy~" You cooed before slapping his ass making him wince in pain

But he loved it.

"F-Fuhck master, it's b-been so long mmh I t-think my hole has g-gotten tighter since y-you didn't fucked m-me everyday wh-while Ahh~ you're gone" The pretty boy was right though, you missed fucking him while you were gone and it just drives you even more crazy, even so his tail still wags and his ears twitching from all this pleasure you're giving him.

"That's why I'm letting you bite me and drink my blood again" His eyes opened upon hearing your words. His hazy yet surprised eyes drilled at the back of your brain. "May I?" He asked for your consent before biting down on your neck. You stopped thrusting onto him to whisper "As much as you want, darling" After he got the go sign to take you in, he didn't waste a second and pulled you in and bit your neck.

You let out a moan, a soft, beautiful one. The feeling of your skin sinking into his arrow-sharp fangs was enlightenment and opulence for the young canine vampire. The sweet scent of your skin and how soft it is along with your slightly salty blood, everything was perfect for the starving vampire he is. Once your blood touched his tongue, he felt a jolt in his nerves, sending a shivering feeling all over his body. Then he realized.

He came.

"My, my puppy~" You giggled as he was dazed at the sight of his cum all over the both of you. He pulled away from your freshly bitten neck, your blood still dripping from his mouth to his chin. "No! I'm sorry m-master! I didn't mean to cum before you-" You cut his cute apology with a kiss on his lips, tasting some of your own blood. "Shh... It's alright, I understand pup~" He calmed down a bit as he nodded his head.

"Now be a good boy for me and lick all of this mess clean"

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