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ok so spock/kirk is like. the oldest ship ever, okay? they invented slash fiction. these guys pioneered fandom as we know it today

in the last movies they made with those original characters, they were separated into like. alternate universes. okay. these guys were never gonna see each other again and it was very sad and tragic and the fans were kinda sad about it but it is what it is.

then. they made a short film. right. like 8 minutes long. of kirk reuniting with spock. on spocks deathbed. and kirk holds his hand, and they look off into the sunset together.

they got to be reunited. they got to be together in the end. they got their romantic ending i swear to god im losing it.

Synopsis: Jake your lovely roommate wants to Collab with you, but...does he fuck you just because of the camera or because he wants you..?

Contains: pornstar roommate!Jake x roommate fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, mentioned of whore..slut, spanking, dirty talk, oral (f & m receiving), riding, fucking against a wall, ect.

W.C: 6-7k

Nef notes: ANOTHER JAKE FICCC WOOOO,one of @afanok posts was about day dream Jake, especially the practice video, but I couldn't find any PICS ON PINTEREST so I improvised. Hope you guys like thissss. P.S did you guys get the little bold letter👀

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Jake of course was shy at first when you met him, very handsome, a hick Australian accent, always around to help and such a nerd at physics and his hobby's. He swore on his life that he would never tell anyone or let anyone know about his secret job, a pornstar. When Jake first started his account it was because of debt, he has no money..so how was he going to pay rent? Very easy! Start a porn account. But soon enough after his sweet delicate roommate found out he worked as a porn star, his cock twitched in his jeans just imagining her under him, or better yet, on her knees.

Light/reader, L/reader

⋆.𐙚 ̊ a/n wow i love L and Light from death note! *checks tumblr for dom! reader fics* oh okay so the people are starving

⋆.𐙚 ̊ warnings Dom!Reader, Sub!L, Sub!Light, mentions of kinks, rough sex, no mention of gender other than one Femdom reference, NSFW

summary ⋆.𐙚 ̊ Various headcanons for a dom!reader and L Lawliet and Light Yagami

L 𝜗ৎ

VIRGIN! L has never once gotten laid and he’s probably pent up as hell about it.

The most soft sensual touches from you would have his hands clenching his knees so tightly it hurts.

If you run your hand across his back while walking past, he’s overheating and analyzing your behavior to the max. “Because of the sexual quality of the touch, I deduce that there is a 64% chance that they want to sleep with me. Although… I cannot be sure without further investigation..”

Something about him just screams into femdom, and I cant put my finger on it.

But by all means, call him a pervert while pushing him down on the bed, and yank his jet black hair back as you sink your teeth into his neck.

He’s incredibly touch starved so the more handsy you are during sex, the better.

Let your hands roam his chest, before grabbing him gently by chin and cooing “Such a sweet, smart boy,”

Probably praise kink, but he’s lowkey a pervert so honestly lots of other freaky things too. He’s genuinely just kinda depraved and starved of sexual attention.

sooooo many whimpers. Otherwise not that vocal but his breathing gets very rapid, and the closer he gets the more breathy whines you hear.

LIGHT 𝜗ৎ

So unlike L, he’s probably not a virgin. I’m not saying he’s a total boywhore or anything, but he’s an attractive and charismatic young man that woman seem to like.

Now, has he ever been put in his place like he so desperately needs? No. Unfortunately he’s probably been the dominant one in most relationships.

Cowards assume he’s a dom because of this but I know the truth:

BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT!!!!!!!!!! are you kidding? He LOVES a challenge almost as much as he loves control.

Pin him to the bed, and don’t be afraid to put your hands around his throat when he talks back because he will.

Is he into it? No… he’s never thought of anything so disgusting. But the adrenaline, and the pure ecstasy of an opponent he’s actually struggling to win against… Fuck, he’s rock hard.

Even if a part of him hates himself for it, that doesn’t stop him from letting it happen, very contently too. It’s not his fault your good at what you do.

Break. Him. He’s going to be a brat until you fuck him senseless, humbling him in a way his “golden boy” youth has never allowed.

He’s probably very loud. Have you heard him talk? there’s so much whine to his voice, imagine his pathetic cries of pleasure, as he desperately grips the sheets to anchor him.

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢. “please? one more and that’s it I promise, baby!” you whined to your boyfriend who sat next to you. trying to relax by the pool but god you were pleading him ever since he first opened his eyes that morning.

usually Michael would oblige after an hour or so but he was firm this time. the amount of heels you had at his house was ridiculous, plus the other thirty five laying around in your closet at home. In his mind he was only trying to help you but in yours it was really just ‘one more’. a frown slowing forming on your lips as you watched him look away from your direction. unable to see his eyes but you know for a fact he rolled his eyes at you. “my love, i’m doing you a favor. you don’t need anymore heels” Michael replied, not coldly but firmly. only for his view to suddenly be blocked by a newspaper. showing an image of a pair of kitten heels, all colorful and what not. your eyes watching him observe them before Michael removed his shades to look at your pretty face. already internally smirking at the look in his eyes. the setting was perfect, a hot ass sunny day, your skin warming on the spots that your tiny bikini couldn’t get to. those eyes of his already checking you out. Michael was only a man after all.

“please?” you whispered once more, all doe eyed and sweet dreams in his eyes.

eventually he let out one big huff, raising an eyebrow at you with a tilt on his head. “you promise this is the last one?” Michael asked.

“I promise, baby. Last pair okay?” You promised, already leaning over to press fat kisses all over his face. Of course Michael melted almost instantly, your warm body pressed all up on him with his eyes having a nice view of your breast. oh, the floral scent on your skin was nice too. everything about you was perfect, Michael wasn’t going to be able to say no alll day to someone like you.

“uh huh… go grab my card buy them on the computer. then you come back and maybe let me love on you?” Michael whispered as your excited kisses turned into sloppy ones. lips forming a smile against his face. pulling away to look down at him, your body already up and ready to leave.

“is that a question Michael? or a demand” you teased, biting your bottom lip as his hand trailed to grope your ass.

“a question”

“then yes, you can love on me baby” you cooed at him before walking away. his large hand giving your ass a gentle smack which got him a laugh in return.

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

Everything about you 𓆡‪‪𓈒𓏸 (Walker scobell x female!actress!reader au)

Summary: Walker is absolutely head over heels in love with you and he makes sure you know that.

Warnings: None, just fluff and kissing xx

Authors note: Hi! I actually had so much fun writing this and it's such a cute idea! I changed it a lil just for it to fit my au more, but it's still basically the same xx. I see all your requests and I'll try my best to write the most of them 🫶🏻 I hope everyone likes this since it's my first "real" fic here, I know it's kinda short but I felt it didn't need to be any longer.

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You were sitting on your bed, legs crossed and your hair was styled in a very messy braid that you really didn’t have the energy to redo.

Your gaze was focused on the empty page infront of you. Throwing a quick glance at the clock hanging on your wall.

Twenty minutes left until deadline.

Walker came through the door, straight from the shower. His hair was still wet and he was wearing grey sweatpants and a basic white t-shirt.

You sighed and put your face in your hands in absolute defeat. The essay was supposed to be done in twenty minutes and you didn’t even have a title.

Walker watched, — "What’s wrong?" He asked and sat down on the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly with his weight.

You tried to pull yourself together, — "Nothing, i'm just tired" you exclaimed. It wasn’t true, you had been studying all day for an upcoming test and completely forgotten about the big essay you were supposed to write about world war ||

But you didn’t know how to tell him, you loved him so much and he never made you feel bad about anything. But this? Your body just shut down, maybe because it was hard to admit it, even for yourself.

You actually forgot.

He frowned and moved closer to you, — "Something is wrong, I can tell, you only do that thing with your face in your hands when you're upset" He stated and you didn’t know what to say.

There was a stiff silence, just for a moment, you opened your mouth to speak, only to close it again. — "I don’t, everything is fine, you're just making things up" you tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t stop.

He shook his head, — "No, every time you're upset, every single time. You do that. Every single time" He kissed you on the top of your head before continuing, his eyes locked on the screen. "What are you doing? School?"

You sighed, nodded, but you didn’t say anything.

He shifted, just a little bit, and somehow the feeling of him close to you and the muffling sounds of the covers and blankets moving around calmed you. — "Okay so, what is this then? An essay? When is it due?" He kept asking questions, he didn't push you to answer them, he just asked. In this calm and collected voice.

A half smile creeped upon your lips. — "I know you're trying to help, but it's due in like fifteen minutes. I completely forgot to write it"

He nodded, — "How many words is it supposed to be?" He asked, his voice dropping a little.

You threw your head back against the headboard with a sigh, — "It’s actually not that bad, we are just supposed to summarize world war || in 700 words. But I've got less than twenty minutes" you spoke, and once again you did that thing. You put your face in your hands, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Walker nodded and leaned closer to the laptop, pulling you towards him with his right hand. — "I'll help you, and afterwards we'll do whatever, deal?"

— "Mhm, deal." You responded and kissed him on the lips. His hands sneaked in under your sweater tracing lacy lines along your skin, but you had to pull away. "As much as I love you, we have to finish this essay"

He sighed and gave you one last kiss before focusing completely on the essay.

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Your hands made a smacking sound as you high fived. — "We're so gonna get an A together" Walker said, closing the laptop and moving it to an empty spot at the floor to make space.

You laid down on the bed, the half smile was now whole. — "Mhm.. i'm doubtful, we spent less than fifteen minutes on that" you spoke, it was true but your tone was playful.

Walker laughed and leaned over you, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. — "But you're happy, right?"

You frowned, — "What gave it away?" A giggle escaped your mouth and Walker kissed you again. — "Everything, you're literally glowing y/n" he insisted.

You shook your head in protest, but you could feel the blush spreading across your cheeks. — "You're a hopeless romantic Walker Scobell" you laughed as you grabbed his face to kiss him again.

He pulled away, — "It’s not some useless pick up line I saw on instagram, I mean it. Whenever you're happy you have this glow around you, almost like you're actually glowing. I don't even know how to explain it, it's so weird."

You scrunched your nose slightly, it was something you did when someone said something you didn’t quite believe. — "Walker you're just saying that because you love me, no one actually thinks that" you added and the room went quiet for a moment, only the ticking sound of that annoying clock was heard.

Walker sighed, — "No I mean it y/n, you don't understand how amazing you are." He begun as he ran a hand through his blonde curls. "I love every single thing about you, like when you scrunch your nose when you don't believe what i'm saying, or when you play with your rings whenever your nervous. I notice it and I love you for it, it's what makes you, you.

You laughed, scrunched your nose, you didn’t believe him. He noticed and sighed again, — "You're literally doing it right now!" He exclaimed and threw his hands in the air.

Your jaw dropped, — "What?! I'm not doing anything?"

He stood up, — "Omg yes you are! The nose scrunch thing, you don't believe what i'm saying but please! Why would I lie about it that's just ridiculous!"

You shook your head, — "Please Walker, this is getting weird" you spoke, but it wasn't, he was being sweet and you couldn't take compliments.

He sat down on the bed again, — "Look, you don't have to believe me, but i'm not the only one who likes you." He removed the hair that was sticking out from your braid out of your face. "You have millions of fans who think you're an amazing actress" he added.

He received a small eye roll from you, — "Why are you doing this? It's not like I was feeling low and needed to start believing in myself again or something" you spoke, but you couldn't help but smile.