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pucksandpower · 8 months

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Inked

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Charles goes feral whenever he sees you wearing merch with his number so you decide to go one step further

Warnings: 18+ content heavily implied

“Did you see my overtake at turn 10?” Charles asks as he steps into his driver’s room, drenched in champagne and sweat from celebrating his win.

You smile, the kind of genuine, radiant smile that you reserve only for him. “You were incredible. Congratulations, my love.”

“I always race harder knowing you’re watching.” He confesses, peeling off his gloves and moving closer. His gaze fixates on you like you’re the trophy he has yet to claim.

“That’s quite a lot of pressure for me then, isn’t it?” You tease, tilting your head slightly.

He reaches for you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “It’s the best kind of pressure.” He whispers, lips hovering above yours.

“Speaking of …” you trail off, pulling away just slightly to dance your fingers over the fabric of your dress. “I have something for you. A surprise.”

Charles raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “You know how much I love surprises.”

You take a deep breath. “Remember that spot on my thigh you’re so fond of?”

“How could I ever forget?” His voice drops an octave, his eyes darkening with memories of intimate moments shared. “It leads to my favorite place on earth.”

Taking another steadying breath, you slowly hike up your dress, revealing the fresh tattoo of the number “16” inked delicately on that very place. Charles’ eyes widen, a look of astonishment overtaking his features.

“You didn’t …” he breathes, reaching out to trace the tattoo with his fingertips.

“I did. For you.”

A choked laugh escapes him as you watch the bottom of his race suit suddenly become too tight. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you murmur, leaning into his touch. “I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me.”

Charles cups your face, his eyes searching yours for a long moment. “I love you so much. Do you know that?”

“I do. And I love you too.”

For a while, the two of you simply stand there, wrapped up in each other. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the connection you share.

After what feels like an eternity, Charles finally breaks the silence. “Let’s get out of here,” his voice is husky with desire. “I would take you to bed right now but I promised Fred not to break the couch again after last time.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

***

Charles scoops you into his arms effortlessly as soon as you enter your suite, making you squeal in delight. “You have this unique ability,” Charles starts, laying you down gently on the plush bed, “to make everything more special.” He begins to place soft kisses along your collarbone, working his way up to your ear, whispering each word with deliberate intent.

“And you have this uncanny ability to always surprise me,” you murmur, running your fingers through his damp hair. “Just when I think I have you all figured out.”

“Isn’t that what keeps things interesting?” He pulls back to gaze deep into your eyes. “Your tattoo. It means the world to me. And I think, perhaps, I should thank you sixteen times for it.”

You bite your lip, heartbeat quickening. “Sixteen times?”

He nods, a smirk dancing on his lips. “For the number you’ve etched onto your skin for me.”

“You always are one to go above and beyond,” you note, trailing a finger down his chest and feeling his own heart race beneath your touch.

Charles chuckles, capturing your hand and placing a gentle kiss on your fingertips. “Only for you,” he admits. “Because you deserve nothing but the best.”

You smile, “And what makes you think I’m counting?”

His grin sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, believe me, you will be.”

***

The curtains barely keep the sun at bay when you wake up the next morning. You try to move but your legs refuse, reminding you of how thoroughly Charles thanked you … all … night … long. A soft, contented sigh escapes your lips as the memories flood back.

Behind you, Charles stirs, his arm pulling you closer. “Morning,” he mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“Morning,” you echo, attempting to shift and sit up. But your legs wobble as they struggle to move after the intense night you had.

“Seems like I did a good job,” he teases, helping you sit up. The smug satisfaction in his voice is undeniable.

You shoot him a playful glare. “You’re far too pleased with yourself.”

He grins, “Can you blame me?” His fingers dance lightly over your skin, tracing patterns that threaten to make you pull him back under the covers. “You’re irresistible and knowing I’m the reason for that ... well it makes me want to go again for round seventeen.”

Your response is cut off by a sharp twinge in your lower half. Charles notices immediately, concern replacing his teasing. “You okay?”

“Just a bit sore,” you say with a sheepish smile.

He raises an eyebrow, that familiar playful glint returning. “Only a bit? I’ll have to fix that.”

Rolling your eyes, you give a mock huff. “Alright, maybe more than a bit.”

Charles stands up and stretches, immediately drawing your eyes to his delicious chest and abs. The smirk that stretches across his face tells you that he knows exactly what he does to you.

He reaches across the bed and scoops you up, carrying you effortlessly towards the bathroom. “Then let’s get you relaxed.”

The bathtub is already filled, steam rising in gentle tendrils. Charles must have gotten up early to prepare it and the thought sends warmth throughout your body.

He eases both of you into the warm water, settling you between his legs, his chest pressed against your back. The sensation of the water coupled with his touch immediately begins to soothe your aching muscles.

Charles reaches for a bottle of bath oil, pouring it into the water. The rich scent of lavender fills the air, adding to the calming atmosphere. He begins to massage your shoulders, working his way down your back, releasing any residual tension.

As his hands wander, the heat and his touch begin to reignite the flame from the previous night. The line between relaxation and arousal becomes increasingly blurred.

Charles senses the change, his breath hot against your ear. “Feeling better?”

You nod, leaning back against him, surrendering to the sensations he’s stirring. “Much better,” you whisper, turning your head to capture his lips in a languid kiss.

The bath sloshes around you as the two of you explore each other anew, proving that the passion between you knows no bounds. Time becomes irrelevant as you lose yourselves in each other once again, the world outside ceasing to exist.

There’s no water left in the bathtub by the time you’re done. You make sure to leave an extra heavy tip as an apology to the poor housekeeper who will have to clean the wet bathroom floor.

***

As you and Charles walk — or in your case, try to walk — towards the private jet, the afternoon sun glints off the sleek metal of the aircraft. Pierre Gasly, along with some members of the Ferrari team, are already waiting on the tarmac.

You try to maintain your dignity, but with each step, there’s a subtle wince on your face and your pace is undeniably slower than usual. Pierre raises an eyebrow when he notices your gait while the rest of the team exchange amused glances.

“Late-night celebrations?” Pierre quips, a knowing smirk on his face.

Charles slides an arm around your waist. “Just making the most of our time.”

You shoot Charles a playful glare with burning cheeks. “Stop being so smug,” you mutter under your breath.

He leans down, lips brushing against your ear. “Can’t help that I’m proud of my achievements. Both on and off the track.”

Charles’ protective and doting nature is at full force as he assists you with every step up to the jet, ensuring you’re comfortably seated next to him.

The hum of engines fills the cabin and you settle into your plush seat, snuggling under the soft blanket that Charles laid over both of you. He sits beside you, his fingers brushing against yours, eyes dark with that all-too-familiar desire.

The close quarters and presence of the team should have served as a deterrent, but with Charles, the line between boldness and recklessness was always blurred.

His hand, concealed by the blanket, slides up your thigh. You shoot him a warning look but his mischievous grin shows he’s not deterred. His fingers tease and explore, pushing boundaries while you bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure.

Every movement of his fingers sends a jolt of electricity through you, the thrill of potential discovery only making every sense feel heightened.

A sudden burst of turbulence rocks the plane and you grip the armrests, focus momentarily pulled away from Charles’ teasing. He takes the opportunity to press closer, his whispers in your ear almost drowned out by the engines.

“We’ll continue this later,” he promises, pulling his hand away and discretely licking his fingers before settling back in his seat, looking far more innocent than he has any right to.

***

“Close your eyes,” Charles commands gently as you both walk into your shared bedroom a few weeks later.

A smile touches your lips. “Again with the surprises?”

“Just trust me.”

You oblige without hesitation.

All you hear is the soft rustle of fabric and then his voice, “Okay, open them.”

Your eyes flutter open to find Charles shirtless. You take a moment to admire the beautiful man you get to call your own before your eyes make their way to his chest … where he is proudly showing off a fresh tattoo, the skin still raw, right above his heart. It takes a moment for you to recognize the series of numbers — the exact date that the two of you first met.

“You didn’t,” you breathe, stepping closer and allowing your fingertips to hover over the ink.

Charles captures your hand, pressing it against the tattoo. “Every beat of my heart is for you. I wanted a permanent reminder.”

Your eyes start to glisten with tears. “This is ... I don’t even have words.”

He grins, pulling you close. “We seem to be leaving each other speechless a lot lately.”

You laugh, “I think it’s your turn to be speechless.”

“Oh?” He challenges, raising an eyebrow.

Without warning, you push him gently onto the bed, straddling him. “I know a thing or two about surprises,” you whisper against his lips.

His hands find your hips. “Show me.”

You don’t hold back.

“Remember,” he murmurs between heated kisses, “this is forever.”

You nod, brushing your lips against his once more before making your way down his body. “Forever.”

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dynsdiary · 3 months

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━━ mornings like this

pairing : ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings : just cute fluffy with ellie, not proofhead, rushly written, short fic

divider : @cafekitsune & @dwaintydoll

a/n : randomly thought of being tangled up on bedsheets with ellie and having a slow and soft morning with her.

DAILY CLICK

DONT BUY TLOU

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

You wake up early this morning, with the sun's warm rays already streaming through the curtained window. The gentle rustling of the breeze outside fills your ears, as you slowly try to move from the bed only to be held closer by Ellie's arm around your waist, feeling the warmth spreading through your body.

As you lay there, you look at Ellie who is still sleeping peacefully, snoring softly with a small smile on her face. You smile at the sight, feeling a sense of calm and warmth spreading through your heart.

You and Ellie still clinging onto each other, your legs intertwined. You hummed as you heard some birds softly chirping in the morning. Your fingers gently caress her arm that is draped on your tummy, feeling the softness of her skin.

It feels so natural and perfect, being here with her, in this moment of quiet peace.

As you lay there with Ellie, enjoying the peace and quiet of the morning, you hear her softly murmuring "Good morning" as she wakes up. You smile at her and lean in for a kiss, feeling the warmth of her breath against your cheek. She holds you a little tighter, feeling the love and affection you both share.

"You look so pretty" Ellie complimented you as she tucks your hair behind your ear.

Your hair was messy, you were wearing a baggy t-shirt and a boyshort, and yet - Ellie still thought of you as the most beautiful woman ever.

"I haven't even had make-up on or cute clothes on" you let out a chuckle.

"You don't need them. I mean yeah, they boost your confidence and make you feel pretty but to me, you look beautiful like this" Ellie said with nothing but sincerity in her voice.

You feel your heart fluttering as Ellie's words wash over you, making you feel more loved, more special, more beautiful than ever. You're not wearing any makeup and your hair is a mess, but she thinks you're the most beautiful woman ever.

Her words fill you with a sense of confidence and security, making you feel like you're enough just the way you are. And her sincerity makes you feel like you can trust her with your heart and your soul, because you know that she will always be there for you, no matter what.

"Thank you" you let out a breath, Ellie knows you can't handle compliments that well, so she just gives you a peck on the lips.

Ellie let out a confession, "I wish I could stay on the bed like this forever, with you around my arms".

"Me too" you continue giving her arm rubs.

As Ellie leans back to rest her head on the pillow, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of this moment. You listen to the sounds of the outside world, like the faint chirping of birds and the hum of distant engines.

And for a brief moment, it's as if time itself has stopped, leaving you two in this small, special moment of peace and tenderness.

The silence is comfortable, not awkward, not uncomfortable. It's a silence that allows you to simply enjoy each other's presence, to take in the love and affection that you both feel.

It's a silence that makes you feel like you can stay here forever, like nothing else in the world matters except for the two of you and the love that you share.

You looked at her, taking all of her features as if you didn't memorize it at the back of your mind. You look at her bitter green eyes, her nose and her pink lips.

You admire the freckles that are on her face, you look at her collarbone to her tattoo near her collarbone. The tattoo that she got a few years ago, the tattoo that she surprised you with.

It was a big commitment since she tattooed your name on it, Ellie said that way people can back off and know that she had an amazing girlfriend, you.

You softly smile as the memories play on your mind, your fingers softly caress her collarbone, tracing the tattoo that she got a few years ago. It's a reminder of your love for each other, and you're grateful for it every day.

Then, you softly trace the freckles. Ellie never likes her freckles, but after she met you, she thought it wasn't that bad at all.

Ellie feels ticklish and looks at you, she knows you're thinking about something so she asks you, "What's going on your pretty head, hm?".

When she asks what's going on in your mind, you simply say, "Oh, just admiring the most beautiful person in the world." You look into her eyes and see that she's blushing, which only makes her even more adorable.

Ellie's soft smile shines on you, and you can't help but return it.

What's a better morning than being tangled up in bed with your loved one, with Ellie Williams? As the sun rays peeked through the curtains and the birds sang outside.

You wouldn't trade anything for this moment.

You just simply love being here with Ellie.

The peacefulness of the morning, the warmth of the sunlight, and the love you share with Ellie - it all feels like a dream, a moment that will stay with you forever.

REMINDER !!

that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!

before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!

#written by dayana ❦#dayana's special valentine's !!#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou

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ratedfleur · 3 months

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who does it better?

zb1 hyung line x reader 5.1k word count genre ୭ explicit

🏷️: threesome, squirting, double penetration, oral sex, creampie, mostly member x member x reader but there are member x member too.

wherein jiwoong, hao, and hanbin are your roommates and yet they have hidden inuendos for you the moment that you stepped into the apartment.

“oh hey, let me help you with that.” a man who you recognize to be jiwoong, says to you, grabbing a hefty box from your arms.

two other men emerge from behind him, recognizing the raven haired man with a collarbone tattoo to be hanbin, while the burgundy haired man with prominent features to be zhanghao.

“oh my god, thank you so much— i was so lost from this maze of an apartment with my stuff.” you said with a slight laugh when the three chuckle, grabbing two boxes from the ground.

“it really seems to be that way, it’s like it goes in circles but trust me, the three of us felt the same too at first.” hanbin says with a chuckle, following jiwoong who led the way.

you and hanbin get yourselves invested in a conversation whilst zhanghao and jiwoong walked alongside each other.

“well yeah, i really needed a place last minute..” you said as your eyes marveled at the sight when they reached the middle of the apartment complex.

“and that’s a free place, everyone could go whenever at whatever time.” hanbin chimes before turning into a hallway with you trailing behind him.

the trio was interesting to your eyes. one was cold like winter, one was as warm as autumn, whilst the other was summer like a sunbeam.

jiwoong and hao waited for you and hanbin by the apartment’s door while you and hanbin both chitchatted away, starting to get along.

“oh and your keys are with jiwoong hyung.” hanbin finally says as you both arrive at the front door while jiwoong was fishing out your keys from his pocket.

“and here are your set of keys, i could give you another spare if you need it.” jiwoong says whilst handing the keys over to you, a small cherry keychain hanging from it.

your hand reaches for it, fingers brushing against his has jiwoong’s brain going off for a short second.

you take it with a smile, suddenly feeling giddy at the sight of your new keys.

“so? what are you waiting for?” hao chuckles, smiling at the sight of a small smile on your face.

you squealed in delight, making the trio smile behind you as you walked with a bounce in your steps. your hands quickly unlocked the door, squealing once again as you entered the apartment.

immediately, the boys had a smile on their face as you toured the apartment by yourself, opening doors that you could open.

soon, you step foot in front of a room with nothing but a bed and a few packed sheets on top of it.

“well, seeing that you saw everything in the apartment.. the room beside yours is jiwoong hyung’s, the room across yours is mine and hanbin the one beside me.” hao said as he walked in, placing the box near the wall.

“anyway, we’ll let you settle in. we’ll be right out if you need something.” jiwoong comments as he placed the box alongside the one hao placed, hanbin follows and does the same before smiling at you once the three stood by the door.

“bye pretty!” hao commented when he walked out of your room, jiwoong following suit behind him while hanbin flashed you a quick smile and wave before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

new life, here i come. you thought to yourself with a smile accompanying it.

—

months later, you were practically settled into the apartment.

there were traces of you everywhere: a hairclamp in their bedrooms, couch pillows with your pink cases, and your pink plates and utensils in the kitchen.

you liked being around them. even if jiwoong was still cold at times, whilst hao kept you warm like autumn, and hanbin who beamed like the sun.

—

“hyung, what did you do?” hanbin suddenly commented when jiwoong walked into hanbin’s bedroom where he and hao where hanging out.

“what are you on, bin-ah?” jiwoong asked back as he sat on hanbin’s swivel chair.

“hao hyung said you were in your room for the entire day yesterday and even today. what did you do?” hanbin asked him back, receiving dagger eyes from hao who then looked at jiwoong next.

“what did he not do, bin-ah?” hao said as he stared right back at jiwoong who was staring at him.

“nothing, hao-yah. nothing.” jiwoong said to hao who was still staring him down, not convinced with the older man’s answer.

“we agreed not to do anything yet, hyung.” hao said before he stood up and left the room.

—

you were simply lounging in bed when your door creaked open, a tall body stumbling into your room and onto your bed where he plopped on top of you, his lips immediately latching onto your neck.

“you’re so fucking hot..” he panted against your skin, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck as your hands frantically tried to push him away.

“haaah wait.. stop, i don’t want this!” you gasped when he sucked onto a particular part of your neck, feeling him hum against your skin.

he pulls away to steady himself above you, “you don’t want this? then how come this is wet for me?” he said as he cupped your core, feeling the fabric of your shorts turn damp.

you whimpered, eyes ignoring his even if you couldn’t see them in the dark, you couldn’t even recognize who this was on top of you.

“y/n, i want you. i want to mark you mine but the other two won’t let me.” he said as he latched himself onto your neck once more, hands groping your tits as you whimpered whilst you listened to his words.

he continues to mutter monstrosities on your skin, constantly placing kisses on your neck as you panted underneath him.

“p-please.. please fuck me—“ you gasped when he bites your skin a little too much, making him nip you in shock.

“tell me, tell me more. call me.” he grunted as your legs opened up themselves, placing them on either side of his body.

it was like your lower halves are magnetized to each other, his lower half immediately plopping on top of yours as his hand held onto the back of your knee before wrapping it around him, hips grinding against you almost immediately.

“please, i need more. need your cock in me—“ you whined as he grinded onto you harder, feeling his alcohol tainted breath against your skin.

“call me, y/n. call me.” he panted as his forehead slammed on your shoulder, grinding harder against you.

“j-jiwoong ah.. please fuck me!” you moaned when jiwoong let out a little whine, immediately coming in his pants when you called out his name.

suddenly, jiwoong stood up and ran out the room, just as fast as how he entered.

—

a day passed and you haven’t seen jiwoong since he last appeared in your room.

“bini bini! is woong home?” you asked hanbin who waltzed into your room, plopping on your bed where he lied comfortably.

“yep, he’s in his room.” hanbin answered, taking a pillow into his arms and taking a whiff of your vanilla scent.

unbeknownst to you, you didn’t even catch a glimpse of him smelling your pillow— the exact same one that you keep in between your thighs, grinding on it when the nights get cold.

“you sure? i haven’t seen him at all today..” you muttered as you walked right back towards your bed, sitting next to hanbin.

“why can’t you just pay attention to what’s here, lee? i’m right here, why do you need jiwoong hyung?” hanbin purred as he grabbed your thigh, making you turn your head to look at him in shock.

“i-i was just asking.. it’s because he disappeared on me last night when he—“ you said before you cut yourself off, not wanting to tell hanbin about what happened between you and jiwoong during his drunken nights.

hanbin’s head immediately turned to look at her, eyes digging for an answer. “when what, y/n? what did hyung do?” he asked with a blaze in his eyes.

“nothing, he did nothing.” you shrugged, trying to stray from the actual answer.

unconvinced, hanbin clicks his tongue before he pulled your thigh, making you fall on him when he pulled you with force.

with your hands landing onto his thigh, hanbin moved down towards your face and whispered to you, “i could do whatever he did better.” he whispered before slamming his lips against yours, hands reaching for your waist to pull you up to maneuver your on top of his lap.

you kissed him back, loving how his lips felt against your smaller ones. whilst he kissed you, you could feel how hanbin’s hands roamed around your body, feeling you up before they settled under your boobs, placed on the curve of your underboobs.

you whimpered as you rocked on top of him, hips grinding against his as you made out with him.

hanbin pulled away first, catching his breath before he spoke, “am i that better than hyung for you to start grinding on me? or are you that desperate for a fuck? might’ve as well called the hyungs, y/n.” hanbin said as he watched you grind on him.

you whimpered, “wan’ cock..” you said as you tried to pull yourself closer to hanbin when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your front against his as you grinded on him.

hanbin hisses before reaching for his phone, filming you grind on him briefly on the mirror behind you before sending it over to their groupchat.

you continued to roll your hips not until the door to your room slams open, hearing angry steps a few seconds after.

“i just wasn’t enough huh?” jiwoong asked from behind you, a finger trailing up and down your back, moving back and forth before he takes it off of before you even get to answer because another person walks into the room.

“yah, you couldn’t wait for me?” hao grumbled as he took his shirt off, leaving it on the ground as he went over to you and hanbin who’s hands were busy roaming around your body and jiwoong who was mouthing kisses on your shoulder after he moved a part of your blouse off of you.

“you were taking way too fucking long.” jiwoong panted against you, nipping marks on your skin.

hao watched as you threw your head back, moaning as hanbin and jiwoong busied themselves with whatever they wanted to do with you. he sits himself down on the bed beside the three, shamelessly slipping his bottoms off before he pumped himself to full hardness, watching and listening to every whimper, every degrading words, every words of begging, and whatever you muttered to the two.

“baby, why don’t you go and help hao?” jiwoong says into your ear, hands reaching over to your front to grope your tits through your shirt.

you gasp when he toys with your tits, you turned your head to look over at him, “want to suck you off, hao-yah..” you said whilst reaching for his arm, pulling him towards you.

hao complies with your wants, immediately getting on his knees on the bed to position himself near your head. he lets your hand toy with his cock, wrapping your dainty hand around his huge length before popping the head into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head before you took more of his length into your mouth.

this gets hao groaning whilst hanbin and jiwoong watched as you sucked hao off, feeling themselves grow hard in their pants.

“that’s it, take oppa’s cock like a good girl.” hao grunted as he thrusted into your mouth slightly, head nearly poking the back of your throat as you bobbed your head up and down.

you continued to suck hao off, you flattened your tongue underneath his length and hollowed your cheeks as you sucked him. your hand took the remaining part of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth, pumping it up and down before you cupped his balls, making hao whine before cumming without notice.

busy sucking hao clean from his cum, you didn’t notice how the other two were making out over your shoulder, grinding themselves against you. you only noticed when hao quietly told you when you popped off of his length, head turning only to see hanbin and jiwoong making out.

the two made out hurriedly, tongues battling against each other.

your hand pawed at hanbin, trying to get his attention as you grinded your hips, making the two moan before they pulled off of each other.

“my turn..” you pouted while slipping hanbin’s shirt off of him, lips immediately latching and mouthing at his tattooed collarbone. hanbin threw his head back in a moan before hao kissed him, then moving down to mouth kisses on his neck.

now having you and hao attack his neck, hanbin only grew harder before he pushed you both off of him, making you whine when he makes you sit on the bed.

“let hyung have a turn, y/n.” hanbin says while pointing behind you, eyes landing on jiwoong manspreading when you turned your head to look.

your mouth immediately waters as you turned your body to crawl on the bed, looking enticing to the three men’s eyes. stopping right in front of jiwoong, you stayed on your knees as your hands busied themselves in taking jiwoong’s pants off of him before you licked his head before you took more of him, head bobbing up and down as you took his huge cock in your mouth.

jiwoong pants as you took more of him into your mouth, watching as you could only take half of his length into your mouth without gagging.

“you can do better than that, y/n-ah.” jiwoong says before grabbing a hold of your hair into one hand, forcefully pushing your head further down his cock, making you choke all over him before you breathed through your nose, tearfully taking him before jiwoong moved your head in his pace.

meanwhile hanbin and hao settled themselves behind you, jerking themselves off as they watched you suck jiwoong off.

it only took a while before hanbin charged and settled himself behind your ass, hands cupping and groping them before he slipped your bottoms off of you before he knelt down and immediately licked

your slick up, making you flinch and moan around jiwoong’s length which has him moaning before he let go of your hair, now letting you do things at your own pace.

pulling off of jiwoong’s cock, you cried and whimpered as hanbin’s tongue toyed with your pussy, constantly lapping up your slick and juices before he sucked on your clit, making your legs quiver.

“suck him off, y/n.” hao whispered into your ear as he reached down and unbuttoned your blouse, slipping it off before doing the same with your pink bra.

you whimper before taking jiwoong into your mouth once more, only sucking and licking his tip while your hand jerked the rest of him off.

whilst hanbin was still busy behind you, tongue laying flat against your pussy before running along your folds, hao lied on his stomach facing you as his hand toyed with your nipples, pinching and twisting as he licked your ear, making you whine with jiwoong’s dick in your mouth.

jiwoong curses in frustration, feeling his orgasm nearing before it gets taken away because you pulled off of him again, moaning hanbin’s name as he pushed a finger into you.

“you really couldn’t wait til i came huh?” jiwoong said as he held your jaw open before pushing your head down his cock, forcefully pushing and pulling you off of him, making you gag around him as jiwoong used you.

hanbin moans against your pussy as you shook your ass, moving against his tongue and fingers. he liked how your pussy felt familiar against his mouth, fitting perfectly against him as he pressed his tongue against your pussy.

you could hear hao whisper something to hanbin which gets the man moaning against your pussy, this gets you moaning around jiwoong’s length which has him grunting and cursing before he came in your mouth, filling your cavern with his warm cum.

he pulls you off of him before he jerked himself off, releasing stripes of cum into your mouth and face. you kept your mouth wide open for jiwoong as you moaned, feeling hanbin pick up the pace behind you.

once he finishes cumming, he smiles and reaches for your face to clean your cheeks from his cum, pushing the cum around with his thumb before placing his cum covered thumb into your mouth, making you suck his finger clean.

“‘m gonna cum..” you moaned around jiwoong’s thumb as hanbin ate you out faster and harder, fingers pushing deep into you as he constantly licked your clit.

hanbin then shoves his tongue into your hole, fingers and tongue keeping you full as he toyed with your pussy from the inside.

this has you sighing in content before moving your hips back and forth, making hanbin lick you deeper as he took his fingers out of you, wanting to make you cum with his mouth and mouth only.

hao only grew harder as he watched hanbin grind on the bed shamelessly as he ate you out, hips rutting on the bed while busying himself with your pussy.

from the way your legs shook and quivered, heavy breathing as you moaned hanbin’s name, hao knew you were growing close to your orgasm because he knew how exactly you sounded as you came — a nightly routine where the three listens to you through the thin walls when they know you’re going to be busy touching yourself.

“take a finger into her ass and poke deep into her.” hao whispers in hanbin’s ear before the man follows, eyes staring right at your other hole as hao spat on it before he pushed his finger into you, making you scream before you shook uncontrollably, pussy clenching on hanbin’s tongue before you started cumming on him.

“fuck fuck fuck! it’s too much, oh shit hanbin!” you cursed as you shook while cumming in hanbin’s mouth, hearing the other two men praise you.

your pussy clenches around hanbin’s tongue once more before he pulled it out, lapping your slick and cum up whilst fingering your ass, making you whimper before you started squirting all over him, staining the bed with your squirt as hanbin took his finger out of your ass before laying three fingers flat against you as he moved it back and forth as you squirted.

hao moans as he watches you squirt, only to make himself cum all over his hand. he moves and sits himself down beside jiwoong, letting the man hold onto his cock while he held onto jiwoong’s, lightly jerking each other off as you squirted uncontrollably all over hanbin.

“aah aah… bin-ah, stop..” you whimpered once you came down your high, slightly crawling up jiwoong’s body before your head landed on his upper thigh, watching as hao and jiwoong jerked each other off while chasing your breath.

“you’re unbelievable, y/n.” hanbin chuckles before he crawled over to hao, sitting on the man’s lap, watching as the older got jerked off by the eldest.

“want your cock, woong-ah.” you panted whilst cupping jiwoong’s balls, making the man curse as he looked down at you.

“how much do you want it? tell me.” jiwoong says while bucking his hips up, making hao pick the pace up as he pumped the older.

“want to feel your huge cock in me, make me all full with your dick and cum, wanna be a cocksleeve for you.” you said in your pretty voice as you got on your knees, hand toying with your nipple while the other went down on your pussy, rubbing it as you spoke.

when jiwoong doesn’t budge, you turned yourself around and got on all fours, bending over for jiwoong as you turned your head to look at him. you shook your hips at him, “my little pussy wants you, ji.” you said with a smirk when you see jiwoong let go off hao’s dick before he got on his knees, situating himself behind you.

he doesn’t even speak before he pushes himself into you, barely letting you adjust before he started thrusting into a rapid pace, making you scream as you shakily held yourself up.

“you like my cock that much, pretty? clenching and throbbing around me like a cockslut?” jiwoong muttered as he plowed into you, hips slapping against yours as he held your hips tightly while pulling you towards him as he thrusted.

you say nothing and moaned instead, feeling yourself only grow wetter by the minute, slick pouring out of your pussy and onto your thick thighs.

whilst you were busy getting fucked by jiwoong’s monster cock, hanbin and hao were busy with each other, mimicking how you were getting fucked.

hanbin had hao bending over for him, fucking him at the same pace that jiwoong set as he fucked you. hao shakily held himself up before he simply let himself plop his upper body on the bed, letting hanbin hold his lower body up into the air as he fucked him.

“oh shit! ji! fucking dick is too big, gonna break me!” you screeched as jiwoong’s thrusts were strong and hard, making your hands slip and plopping right down on the bed before his hand landed on your back held your body down, pressing himself deeper into you.

jiwoong laughs as he felt your cunt clench around him, pussy quivering around his huge dick as you moaned underneath him.

your moans are continuous, just like his hard thrusts. hao on the other hand was silent as hanbin now fucked him on his back, switching positions earlier.

the auburn haired man had his mouth into an O as hanbin held his hips tightly as he fucked him, balls slapping against the crook of his ass. he held hanbin’s shoulders helplessly as the younger plowed into him, eyes watching you as you cried underneath jiwoong who didn’t listen to your cries.

“wish you could’ve had a pussy huh? you and y/n could be jiwoong hyung and i’s cockslut.” hanbin panted above hao as he held and pressed the older’s legs up, putting him into a mating press.

hao only whines and nods, hole clenching around hanbin’s dick as he reached down and jerked himself off.

you had your eyes on them as jiwoong fucked you, watching as hanbin fucked hao with such loving eyes that hao couldn’t see and notice from the way he was moaning uncontrollably with his eyes closed.

whilst you had your eyes fixated on the two men, jiwoong acted on his own impulse and fucked you in the way he likes, thrusts merciless as he fucked your pussy, his hand slapped your ass ever so often to catch your attention, making you yelp and whine.

“gotta pay attention to me or else i’ll stop fucking you.” jiwoong grunts as his fingers dug into your hips as he held you firmly against him, lifting you further up to pull you closer to his body.

you moaned as a reply, feeling jiwoong pull you up to get you on your knees, pressing your body against his as he fucked you.

“p-please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! gonna cum!” you moaned as jiwoong held onto your tits as he plowed into you, dick reaching further deeper into you as he thrusted.

jiwoong complies to your request, simply thrusting into you harder and deeper which has you moaning and screaming when jiwoong moved his hips upwards, bouncing you up and down.

“shit shit, ji! ‘m cumming!” you screamed before you started cumming all over jiwoong, hao’s moans accompanying yours when he came all over his stomach.

hanbin’s thrusts come to a halt as he watched hao cum all over his stomach, moans harmonizing with yours as you came down your orgasm.

“good boy.” hanbin says to hao with a smile, pulling out of the man before he cums inside of him. hanbin settles himself down in your previous spot, lying down right in front of you and jiwoong as you came down your high on his dick.

“come and ride me baby, come on.” hanbin ushers you when you finished cumming on jiwoong, making the eldest wince when you moved off of his dick and on hanbin’s lap.

“be a good girl and i’ll make you cum, yeah?” hanbin says as he made you turn around, making your back face him as you sat on his lap. you nodded before hovering your hips above his, letting hanbin toy with your hole using his head before he slipped himself inside of your ass.

hanbin sighs and throws his head back as you sunk down on him, ass clenching around his dick as you sat down.

“haaaah.. woong-ah, want you too..” you said as you started lying down on hanbin’s front, spreading your legs to further entice jiwoong to join you and hanbin.

hanbin reaches and holds onto the back of your knees, further spreading your legs as he moved you up and down his cock, making the latter moan as you threw your head back, asshole clenching all over the man’s cock.

this has jiwoong swallowing a ball of saliva once he sees your ass clenching all over hanbin’s cock, slick pouring out of you at every move hanbin does.

he watches as hanbin thrusts into you, balls slapping against your ass as he fucked you. hao on the other hand was spent beside the two, still catching his breath from his intense orgasm with hanbin earlier.

“looking a little too desperate for cock huh? could’ve asked us way back to stuff you full with our cocks, could’ve kept you full with our cum in your little pussy.” jiwoong said as he positioned himself closer towards you, easing himself into your gaping pussy which has you gasping as you held onto jiwoong’s arms.

“w-wait, hold on..” you shook as jiwoong bottomed out inside of you, only for jiwoong to shake his head at you, “whores don’t get to ask for shit.” he says before plowing into you, no longer making you wait.

hanbin simply smirks as he thrusts into you, creating a stable rhythm in your ass whilst jiwoong was plowing into your pussy.

at this point, you were moaning loudly for all of your neighbors to hear. you could feel your holes gaping as two dicks thrusted into you, hole barely clenching around them.

“fuck, you’re gonna make me cum if you—“ jiwoong moaned into your ear when you slightly started clenching around him and hanbin tightly, tight enough to have them still inside of you before they moved with force.

hao simply had a smile on his face while jerking himself off as he watched you who was practically drooling as you got fucked in two holes — you felt like jiwoong and hanbin were growing bigger and bigger inside of you as they rocked themselves into you.

“oh fuck— jiwoong!” you moaned before you felt hanbin pull on you hair, “you’re cursing hyung now? you’re really just an ungrateful little girl huh?” hanbin grunted as he plowed into you, making your back arched as he pulled harder on your hair.

you shook your head despite your hair caught in hanbin’s hand. you moaned desperately as you were moving back and forth above hanbin, makimg jiwoong’s eyes fix themselves on your tits that moved along the rhythm.

his thrusts were erratic, feeling your walls clench harder around him despite having another cock in your pussy. jiwoong could feel hanbin through the walls, moving in you in a fixed rhythm.

the two kept fucking and degrading you, getting you to cry meanwhile hao already had 2 orgasms while watching you three, enjoying his fair share of porn right in front of him.

the noises between you three are filthy, noisy even. the room was reeked with the scent of slick, sex, sweat, along with noises of grunts, whines, moans, and skin slapping against each other.

hanbin had both his hands on your tits, fondling them meanwhile you had your hands on top of them, liking how his hands felt against your peaks.

while jiwoong had his head placed near your ear, constantly licking the skin underneath your ear before he’d whisper random words into your ear, degrading you as he thrusted rapidly into your ass.

“god, i’m fucking close.” jiwoong panted in your ear as he thrusted into you, he grunts when you grabbed his shoulders tightly, legs wrapping around his waist.

you pant as you held him tightly, “i-in me! wan’ both your cums in me!” you moaned when both jiwoong and hanbin started thrusting into you at the same time, both muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

“yeah? wanna be all full from our cum? keep your pussy and ass filled with cum, don’t want a single drop wasted, y/n.” hanbin moaned before his thrusts started to slow down, feeling himself grow closer to his orgasm.

you nodded and screamed when jiwoong twisted and pulled at your nipples, grabbing your attention.

“can you cum, hmm? won’t last if you keep clenching on us like that, baby.” jiwoong said softly as if he wasn’t thrusting into you like an animal in heat.

you cried out and nodded, “yes yes yes! ‘m gonna cum! please, fill me up with your cum!” you cried out loud once more before you started going over the edge, cumming all over them as you squirted uncontrollably.

hanbin and jiwoong groaned in chorus before they too started cumming inside of you, filling up both your holes with their warm cum.

they still inside of you just until you finished squirting all over them both, pussy clenching as you came.

jiwoong slips right out, watching as a ring of his cum came along his dick as he pulled out, feeling satisfied with how he filled you up with cum.

meanwhile you shakily got off of hanbin, popping off of his dick as he groaned when his dick slaps against his stomach as a few drops of cum dripped out of you.

you lied down in hanbin’s spot, catching your breath as you came down your high and adrenaline.

“my turn.” hao smiled when the two parted ways from underneath and above you, letting the middle do whatever he wanted to do with you.

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crystaldivination · 1 year

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MASQUERADE PARTY🍹

PICK A CARD: your future spouse's physical appearance

Hello cuties, let’s us see what I can get for you. Here come some keywords describing your future spouse’s physical traits. Hope you’ll like it! ♡

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how to choose your pile. take a few deep breaths & look at each pile separately. Take your time to pick out a pile that sparks an interest or a memory in you. Come back later to it again if you can't decide.

The piles

left ⟶ right

Disclaimer: this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn't. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

one

tall with long legs

nice shoulders & collarbones

healthy fit looking

athletic slim/lean with a little muscles

lanky and light on feet

boy-;girlfriend look/ beach boy;girl vibe

casual style

brown/ dark blond hair

young & youthful looking

attractive smile with dimples

pretty & delicate features

sharp jawline & masculine face

blue eyes or very light eye colors

sun-kissed tan skin or warm undertone

groomed fingernails

neat & tidy appearance overall

come off as very charming & friendly

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Looks & vibe that could match your future spouse’s appearance:

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two

dainty nose, big eyes & fierce look

pale to olive skin

long prominant neck

mid tall to tall

long torso

sporty & strong figure/ physics

might wear contact lenses because I get various eye colors

might dye their hair often

sleek or wet hair

piercings, tattoos or other body modifications

opt for colors that goes noticeable or fit each season

duality in terms of style

likes both classic & tomboy/girl look

simplicity & extravagance

experimental, emo, goth, vampire, futuristic vibe

long pretty hands & fingers

likes to wear accessories & dark makeup

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Looks & vibe that could match your future spouse’s appearance:

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three

long hair

oval, diamond or heart shaped face

v-line

cute & kind face with expressive or dreamy sparkling eyes

round or sharp features

inverted triangle or rectangular body shape

petite to average tall

stylish & fashionable

fairytale aesthetic

sophisticated style

romantic soft look

often wear pastel colors

dreamy & vintage vibe

old money aesthetic

smile often

playful energy

summer boy/girl/person

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Looks & vibe that could match your future spouse’s appearance:

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diorcities · 1 year

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icarus

pairing: jeno x fem reader.

genre: smut, angst

content: mention of inexperience reader, mention of virginity, face riding (female), slight bondage (collarbone), female masturbation, fingering, anal fingering, multiple orgasms, riding, oral sex (male).

wc: 2.5 k

an: stop bc this look so ridiculous i don't even care. am i projecting? yes. do i want my yn moment? also yes. i love daydreams, and i love being delusional, anyway, enjoy <3

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oh, icarus! for all you have fallen, still you flew! and for a moment, the sun knew of you, too.

“yn, you're here?” your friend snaps her fingers in front of you, making you blink twice. “i'm having a collapse,” you confess, grabbing your head. “oh, no, i think i'm having a panic attack.” your eyes widening as the realization hit you in the stomach. “yeah... can you have it later? we're in the middle of something.” you laugh, tense. “i mean, what's going on? we've been here before,” she wanders around, as the lineup moves. “like, past year, you forgot?” you shake your head, a glimpse of a smile slowly dancing on your lips.

of course you remember.

last summer was the best summer of your life. after you have studied all year for your final exams at university, you and your friend went on a summer trip full of concerts and traveling around the globe. it was a rewarding experience for passing all your exams with good grades and saving money on your part-time job. it didn't matter what concerts you were attending. imagine dragons, coldplay, taylor swift... after a whole year of working hard, it was kind of a present from you to yourself. forgetting completely about college, both of you had a great time last year.

one night you two bumped into a concert having a place in your city. your friend immediately wanted to go, and consequently, dragged you with her. since your motto was <enjoy the summer as if it was your last> you didn't waste time and started to feel the vibe of the moment. letting yourself go.

a guy caught your attention that night. spending all evening looking at him in awe. amazed. later that night, you were sure his gaze was fixed on you. stealing glances from time to time, your heart beating so fast in your chest from the arousal. when the concert was over, he invited you to come with him.

his voice was low and raspy, like a shot of rum. and later that night, you knew his breathing was sharp and heavy. arms covered in veins, body sculpture, and chiseled by some divine god. eyes so dark you are scared to drown in the void of his pupils. nose long and manly that still makes you wet your underwear. you let him have you that night. a couple times.

“oh, god, i lost you again.” your friend rolls her eyes. “what's the deal with you?”.

“sorry, i got lost in my thoughts,” you reply, advancing with the line. your friend gives you a look. “you sound flustered,” she notices, smiling. “stop that,” you cut her off, hearing his laugh. “i mean, i'm a human, i'm nosy,” she defends herself. “what if i wanna know what happened?” “nothing happened,” you answer. she huffs. “lies.”

once inside, you and your friend go to the right side of the scenario. “you never told me about that guy you met last year,” she comments. “you know... your first time.” she adds. “oh, what if he's here tonight?” her eyes wides. “could be,” you say, distracted. “that's why you've been smiling so hard, i just know it.” she laughs. “i kinda wanna meet this sex god that has you smiling like an idiot.” you join her and laugh. your smile dies in your lips as the bitterness hit you. chest starting to hurt. what if he doesn't remember you? what if he doesn't want to see you? your fingers start to fidget the moment the lights go out.

and there he is again. the warmth expanding in your chest when your eyes manage to find him. he looks the same as always. ethereal. unreachable. magical. your eyes opening, trying to grasp everything. frame it in your head. tattoo it. he doesn't look at you. his eyes sweep the whole place with parsimony, but his eyes don't find yours. and the flame in your chest spreads. wanting. wishing. your muscles move on their own as you stand up, without worrying about how ridiculous you are trying right now. but your attempt worked. and now his eyes lock with yours. and you feel like you're holding your breath, yearning.

is this how icarus felt when he approached the sun? this burnt feeling through the limbs, only to find out he was burning inside out? suddenly falling (in love) with joy because, for a moment, he was close to the sun?.

his eyes weigh down when he looks at you. charged with a deep feeling, an unknown emotion. licking his lips as he sinks into his thoughts, imagining. his hectic breathing makes him look attractive. his skin glowing with sweat. flexed arms looking bigger; the memory of them holding you tightly as he penetrated you with care. you bite your lip instinctively, and you see him spasm where he stands.

both of you don't think you can hold it anymore.

the hours pass slowly. a torture for you, already waiting for him. your fiery pussy wet by your violent desires. lips part open as you breathe fast and superficial. he disappears behind backstage and doubt freeze you right where you are. wondering if you imagined it all. until a message.

j: you free?

“no. fucking. way.” you shush her watching her open her mouth, in disbelief. “you're texting jeno!?” she whispers, and you nod. “wait, what? hold on.” her eyes sparkle. “so this mysterious guy is the one and only jeno lee?” you roll your eyes. “jeez, you'll let everyone know.” she glances at your phone. “well, you better go, right?” she says. “wait, you're not coming with me?” you ask, worried. “i mean, i don't see any threesome word anywhere, so yes, i'm leaving,” she says, “you better show off. tell me all about it tomorrow,” she demands, walking away. “eh, can i have an autograph, perhaps?” she jokes, before winking. you watch her leave before responding to the message.

you: always.

even up close, your eyesight doesn't do justice to his beauty. he had a shower before you arrived. water pearls forming in his jet-black hair. his hands guide you to a wall before attacking your lips fervently. with sharp and hungry movements, he devours your mouth with desperation. leaving you breathless. the kiss breaks enough to take a breath of air, a thread of saliva connected to your lips due to arousal. feeling his tongue make its way through your mouth, flicking and moving, causing your arousal released in your core. “i want you,” you whisper in his mouth, feeling his hands running over you. “how much?” he breathes. your hands guide one of his hands under your skirt. his palm rests in your pussy. wetness going through the fabric. a filthy groan leaves his mouth. “take it off for me, angel.”

you do as you're told. lowering your underwear to your ankles and picking it up from the floor. you hand it to him, watching him bring your underwear to his face, sniffing your scent. “cute,” he says, before he kisses you. hands finding the buttons of your shirt, undressing you. leaving quick pecks on your lips, he guides you to his hotel bed. you drop yourself on the surface, staring intently at him standing in front of the bed. “show me how much you want me.” his glossy eyes darken at the sight of you spreading in the bed as you do what he wants. your black skirt lifted up, showing your wet pussy. your fingers slide between your folds, before inserting two in your cunt, remembering the times you touched yourself thinking it was him.

your head pulls back, eyes shut, feeling a sweet warmth in your intimate area. your mouth opening to let out little gasps, while your fingers move rhythmically and quickly in and out of your pussy, hitting hardly your spot. “jen-o,” you pant with a whine. the only mention of his name on your glossy lips makes his dick twitch inside his pants. he sits in the bed, eyes glued on your fingers stroking your cunt. your back arch as you feel the flames spreading inside you, his hands stopping you from reaching your climax. a wave of spasms shakes your body, as you bite your lips, opening your eyes, before he uses the same hand that pulled out your fingers from your pussy to insert his own. “let me.”

his movements are by far more precise and agile than yours. his long fingers going in and out, as you stirred and hissed and twitched your face in pleasure under the blackhair's gaze. his free hand goes to your collarbone, restraining you from moving under his touch. the wet sounds filling the room with your whimpers and moans, feeling his fingers increase intensity and speed, driving you insane, making a mess of babbling and incoherent words. your eyesight going black when he hit your sweet spot repeatedly, limbs going numb, before the fire pools and spread in your core, to the rest of your body. legs pressing together as he keeps flicking his fingers inside, your walls contracting and pulsing in his digits.

he lets you go to lick your arousal from his fingers, humming in an instance. “so sweet.” he states. “fuck, let me taste a little more.” you feel his breath in your pussy, before his tongue wipes out your sensitive core. your hands go to his hair, feeling him licking and sucking you. your legs spread open, as he dives into your pussy with heavy breath.

he detaches from your pussy and sits up on the bed. his hands seek yours and climb you on his lap without difficulty due to your muscles still stiff, body feeling lightweight. he kisses your neck and lips. hands disappearing under your skirt sensing his fingers testing your ass, sliding his index finger along the length, until finding your hole, inserting his digit with a quick move. your body stutter as the warm feeling embraces you, starting to wiggle while his finger fucks you. it's a new feeling for you, arching your back due to the strange pleasure that hits you. starting to grind against his lap. his free hand goes to your back, unfastening your bra. his thumb rubs circles in your nipple while his mouth wraps the other one, sucking gently.

he stops his fingers while lifting you with one arm enough to pull down his pants. “are you gonna be a good girl and ride this dick? mmm.” you nod effusively. he releases his length and it hit your leg, twitching. your hands go to your skirt, but he stops you, “leave it on, you look cute.” glancing at his bulge you think that it must hurt him. so you don't waste time after he puts a condom in, taking it on your hands and plunging it inside, already craving it. a sweet burn embraces your pussy due to his thickness. stretching you out. adjusting and wriggling on his length. jeno lets out a rasping grunt before he makes you bounce on his lap. pounding into his dick, your vision fades to black, sensing the waves of pleasure washing you. your breathy moans and soft whines mixing with his guttural sounds. kissing his lips, grinding against him. awakening all your nerve endings.

you contract your walls feeling his dick twitch, before pushing it deeper, the dizziness clouding your senses as you go up and down, constantly hitting your core, almost seeing stars. “fuck, i'm gonna cum.” his raspy voice warns. you go faster and harder, riding him to his climax. feeling his dick, pulsating against your walls, you grind him, rocking your hips back and forth, feeling his cock still hard. your moves becoming sloppy the more you approach your orgasm, finally exploding and throbbing around his length.

you pant, exhausted. feeling mind blurry and body buzzing on top of him.

“sit on my face,” he hisses, lifting you up with ease. his body rests on the mattress as you climb to his chest, hands holding you for support before you sit down on his face. nose rubbing your clit.

you let out a little moan before you start moving. his hands holding your thighs tightly while you rock your hips into his face. tongue licking along your folds, nose stroking your clit, grinding against him, mixing your juices with his saliva. his warm breath hitting your core sweetly while he mumbles “taste so good.” speeding your moves as the knot in your stomach tightens. quivering and crying out because his tongue feels so good, before releasing your extasis in his mouth. your orgasm washes you over, dissolving in shockwaves.

you stroke his hair while he force you to rock your hips along his mouth. feeling so satisfied it hurts. “s-too much...” you cry, trying to stop him from moving you, but he's stronger, so it doesn't happen. “go on, darling, a little more.” he mutters into your core, sending shivers through your body due to the sensation. you swallow, deeply. “let me... i want to taste you too, ” you confess, fluttering your eyes because of how sensitive you were.

you hop off his body and drop your knees in front of him.

holding his cock in your hands, starting to move them up and down. he's already hard. you strike your tongue along his length, hearing his throaty breathing. “put it in your mouth, yeah?” he urges you. your warm mouth receives his cock with pleasure. sucking gently and watching him stare at you while you do it. tongue going to the underside of his shaft before returning to the tip, swollen and red. inserting it with ease until it hits the back of your throat. “you're taking it so well,” he says, breathy. you hum with his cock still in your mouth, causing him to swear. watching him so needy and agitated for you. oh, you wish you were the only one who could see him like that. his cock feeling so good, his tip resting on your tongue as you stroke him. feeling his flavourful seed spilling in your mouth before you swallow it.

you get up from the ground wiping the corner of your lips, staring at him, seeking his approval. “have i done it right?” you wonder. his hand caressed your cheek before sliding into your mouth. “mmm,” he grants. he taste himself on your lips.

“now, all fours on the bed. i'd like to destroy you a few times more.” strocking his length.

you feel him settle behind you, and you don't have time to get ready when his cock buries inside with a hard move. body propelled forward. his hands hold you in place before he starts to smack his hips against yours, pounding at a slow and hard pace, making you feel demolished. gasping with each thrust, your body collapses between the sheets, before he uses his strength to make you arch your back. mumbling and babbling like a fool, brainwashed by the way he's fucking you. your whole body shivering due to the overwhelming feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your abused pussy. “fu-uck.” biting your lips and rolling your eyes to the back of your head, spinning. your pulsing walls wrapping him tight while he curses a lot.

a few more thrusts are done before you release yourself around him. your limbs numbing with a white feeling. mouth part open letting out incoherent words, mind going blank. you feel his grip on your legs, turning you around, now facing him. “want to stop?” he asks, hovering over you and leaving kisses on your neck and chest. his eyes meeting your eyes, watching you smile languidly shaking your head. he smiles before he pulls in. “good girl.”

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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Would sunny get a piercing or tattoo because hobie convinced her?? Probably not but I would wanna see how it would play out and how Miguel would react😭😭😭

Hmm, that's an interesting question.

I think that entirely depends on you guys because you are all Sunny lol.

I don't think she would get anything too crazy if she agrees to get a tattoo. I would say that she would get something small like a spiderweb or maybe something that reminds her of Miggy.

Piercings would be kinda the same because I don't think Sunny would get anything too crazy, probably a nose piercing and an extra piercing on her ear.

Generally, Miguel doesn't like big distinct piercings and tattoos because as a Spiderman, if they are showing, their secret identity is exposed or the piercings could get caught on stuff. He's not a hater, he's just a practical stick in the mud.

But for his Sol, he will be indifferent. He would praise her for being brave enough to get it and compliment her choice of jewelry. He wants Sunny to be able to express herself since he loves seeing her happy. If you love the piercing and tattoo so much, then Miguel is happy you got it.

If Sunny was convinced to get riskier piercings and tattoos... if she gets a little spider on her collarbone or hipbones...Or a discreet little bitemark-shaped tattoo on her that looks like his bite mark...

Or if she gets a belly button piercing or a nippy piercing...

Mans gonna go feral... He's gonna wanna admire them especially since they are around his favorite areas. If everything is healed then expect this.

"No te ves tan linda, mi sol… Aquí, déjame darte algunos adornos más en tu hermosa piel…" Don't you look so pretty, my sun…Here, let me give you some more decorations on your lovely skin…

OMG I might have to write something about this in the future.

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kinkandkreep · 5 months

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♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

♡︎ "__" 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @missgab @sucidalbutpretty @kawaiimusiccollection @nekogeisha-blog @k-cris @dreamsygirl @fishisahappydog @mikeyaki @mytaiyakeylover @tampon-earrings @wakashudou

Manjiro’s thankful his nose isn’t broken and his tongue is still intact.

Although, he wonders if the pain of those things would be any less than the pain he’s currently experiencing.

Left alone to nurse his injuries, Manjiro, for the nth time in a short span, can feel tears welling up behind his eyes.

He’s chased his wife, the love of his life, away into the arms of his best friend, the same friend who he’d just duked it out with over a serious betrayal.

The cold pack on his face does little to soothe the sting.

Sighing, Manjiro places the pack on the counter in front of him, beginning to slip out of his clothes and skulking into the shower.

He lets the scalding water do its best to massage his overworked muscles, but Manjiiro barely feels the heat, so caught up he is in his thoughts.

‘It’s really over isn’t it? __’s going to abandon leave me, and it’s all my fault.’

Manjiro’s shoulders begin to shake, although this time it’s not because of an impending waterfall of tears.

No, this time, it’s because of a red hot anger that begins to course through his system.

‘No. She has no right. She slept with Hanma, and she’ll probably sleep with Ken. She’s no better than me.’

Thoughts racing wildly, and becoming increasingly dark, Manjiro quickly scrubs his body clean and shuts off the water, exiting the shower and wrapping his waist in a towel.

Stopping, he observes himself in the bathroom mirror.

He still looks the same, for the most part- long blonde locks slicked back on his head, the dragon tattoo he’d gotten to twin with two of his best friends still curled quietly up his neck.

Except…

There’s the beginnings of darkness creeping up underneath his eyes. His collarbones are more pronounced, and his cheekbones more prominent, both signs that he’s lost weight.

His eyes themselves, large and usually alight with mischief, have darkened, their inky blackness becoming piercing and empty.

“You don’t get to just leave me, __. You belong to me. And there’s not a force on Earth that can keep me from you.”

The next morning…

There’s something soft yet firm cuddled up against you as you awake.

The sun filters into the room in a gentle stream, casting everything in a golden haze.

Including the man next to you.

Ken looks, as cliche as it may sound, ethereal in the golden light, his hair creating a dark halo around his head. His features, having always been sharp and prominent, are relaxed, softened with the ease of rest.

Every few seconds he snores lightly, and the sound brings a small smile to your face.

You remain lateral for a few minutes more, simply observing the handsome man before a thought strikes.

You’re familiar enough with Ken’s apartment to manage your way around the kitchen. Deciding you like the idea of treating him to breakfast, you begin slowly easing your way out of the bed so as not to disturb him.

Just as you place your first foot on the ground, you shriek as you’re suddenly pulled back.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You try to control the feeling of heat rising between your legs at the deep, rough rasp of Ken’s morning voice.

He wraps both arms around your midsection, squeezing gently and snuggling into your shoulder.

“I was just about to prepare breakfast.” You speak softly, sensing that Ken is still mostly asleep.

“Let Seishu handle it. Stay with me here.”

A large smile unwittingly forms on your face, and you pat Ken’s hands from where they rest on your tummy.

“Like a big, cuddly teddy bear you are. We shouldn’t make Sei-chan do all the work. And besides, I want to do something special for you, as a thank you.”

Ken groans and falls back, but doesn’t loosen his hold on you.

“You being here with me is thank you enough.”

This time, heat blooms in your chest at Ken’s words.

‘He’s such a sweetheart,’ you muse quietly to yourself, giggling lowly.

“Alright, fine. I’ll stay for a few more minutes. But if I hear Sei-chan moving about in the kitchen I am going to at least offer my assistance.”

Ken nods, eyes still closed and grip still tight around you.

“Deal,” he groggily murmurs, snuggling even closer to you.

For as blissful and domestic as the scene is, as you adjust yourself against Ken, your thoughts can’t help but drift back to Manjiro.

‘Should I tell Ken about what happened? But then they’d surely fight again, and I don’t want things to escalate any further…’

You wondered if you’d seriously injured Manjiro, if you'd created a deep, slow healing laceration on his tongue, or perhaps even broken his nose.

You try to ignore the arguably sick sense of satisfaction the thought gives you.

You also worry about what he meant when he said you “belonged” to him.

‘Has he really gone off the deep end? If he hasn’t, I’m sure he’s right on the edge.’

You hum quietly, not realizing that Ken has been silently watching you as you worried your bottom lip as you thought.

“I can practically hear the gears turning in your head, __. What’s on your mind?”

You sigh, figuring it best to be honest with him.

“I just…I’m just thinking about Manjiro, that’s all. I don’t think-...he’s not doin’ so hot, mentally anyway. I worry that he’ll perhaps do something drastic.”

Ken frowns at the mention of his (ex) best friend.

“He hasn’t been well mentally since he decided to start cheating on you. I’m not surprised in the least. And you don’t have to worry. Should he try anything stupid, you’ve got us to keep you safe and knock some sense back into that bastard.”

Ken’s grip on you subconsciously tightens, and you reflexively snuggle further into him.

“Thank you so much Ken. I mean it.”

You can feel lips against your forehead.

“My pleasure, __.”

About an hour later, Seishu emerges from his room, stretching and yawning quietly. He drags his slipper clad feet to Ken’s bedroom door, intending to knock before he pauses.

He can hear faint laughter and talking, and he peeks through the slightly ajar door to see you and Ken, quietly conversing.

A fond smile finds its way onto his face, and he quietly eases away from the door, intent on heading to the kitchen and beginning to prepare breakfast for the three of you.

Seishu gets decently far into his preparations when he hears Ken's door open, and two distinct sets of footsteps sound.

"Sei-chan! Long time no see!"

You greet the scarred man with a big smile, and he returns a smaller one of his own.

"__, it's good to see you."

You offer to help finish up, but Seishu insists on completing the job himself.

“I was just asking as a courtesy. I’m going to help you. What kind of guest slash friend would I be if I just let you do all the work?”

Seishu can’t formulate a rebuttal to that, so he sighs and says that you can set the table and help him plate your meals.

With a satisfied grin and a nod, you set to work, Ken having already taken his seat at the table and begun scrolling through his phone.

After about 10 or so more minutes, everyone is seated around the table. You’ve taken up the spot next to Ken, with Seishu seated across the table directly in front of you. After a round of clasped hands and “itadakimasu” uttered by all of you, you all begin digging into your meal.

“Wow Sei-chan, has your cooking somehow gotten even better since last I had it?” You speak around a mouthful of tamago gohan, a good portion of your fried tofu slices already gone in just the seven or so minutes that have elapsed since you all started eating.

Seishu’s a little embarrassed to admit it, but he can immediately feel his face begin to flush at the small praise.

“Hopefully. I cook often enough that my skills should have improved.”

You nod, swallowing around a mouthful of clear soup.

“I would definitely say they have. This is simply scrumptious.” You kiss the tips of your fingers, giving Seishu a closed eyed smile.

The flush spreads even further down his neck, and Seishu averts his eyes.

Ken observes quietly, but gives a knowing little smirk when Seishu accidentally makes eye contact with him.

'Not a word,' Seishu mouths, still unable to tame his flush.

Once everyone is finished eating and the dishes have been cleared away, you all make your way into the living room to chat and talk about your plans for the day. You and Ken take the couch, while Seishu is content to occupy the love seat.

“Unfortunately, Seishu and I have a shop to run, but you’re more than welcome to hang around here until we close. Then maybe afterwards we can all go out for dinner or something.”

You and Seishu nod, pleased with the suggestion.

“Sure, sounds good to me. You know, this’ll actually give me a chance to make a few calls.” You place a finger to your chin, contemplating who you’re going to contact first.

A little while later, the boys have headed downstairs, and before you begin your tasks for the day, you take it upon yourself to straighten up and organize some of the things in their apartment. For the most part it’s kept pretty neat and organized, but there’s just a few things that need tidying.

Once that’s finished, you grab your phone and take up residence on the couch, scrolling through your contacts and locating Shuji’s first.

He answers on the second ring, sounding, as always, very enthused about having been contacted by you.

“__! Good to hear from you. You miss me already?”

Chuckling, you nod, though he can’t see you.

“Of course, my dear Shuj. I just called to hear your voice more than anything. It’s been an…interesting 12-24 hours, to say the least.”

When next Shuji speaks, he sounds decidedly more alert and serious.

“Mikey didn’t try anything after I left, did he?”

You contemplate telling him about Manjiro attacking you, but decide against giving him specific details, seeing as you hadn’t even told Ken the full story.

“Not exactly? I’ll give you details later.”

You can tell Shuji’s not exactly ecstatic about being left out of the loop, but he nevertheless acquiesces.

“I also wanted to…make sure things were still good between us.”

There’s a long pause, and you worry that, in the short time between your rendezvous and now, Shuji had come to regret bedding you.

That is until you hear him erupt in loud, raucous laughter.

“A-HAHAHAHA! No, __, you’re too funny. Of course things are still good between us. One fun little romp isn’t going to tarnish years of friendship. As funny as it is to say given the circumstances, I was quite literally the photographer at your wedding. For free. I fuckin’ love you, silly girl.”

Despite the tears of fondness steadily building along your waterline, you laugh at Shuji’s words, feeling so relieved that your, admittedly spur of the moment decision, hadn’t ruined your relationship with one of your best friends.

“I’m so glad to hear that Shuji, truly. I love you too.”

The two of you continue your conversation for quite a few minutes more, before Shuji has to go.

“I’ll call you later. It was nice getting to visit. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to do that more often.”

“Of course! Whenever you’re around and have time, just give me a heads up and let me know. My home is always open to you.”

You exchange a few more words before ending the call.

Afterwards, you remain silent for a few seconds before sighing deeply.

“Welp, on to the next.”

Once again, you search through your contacts, thumbing over the likes of Ken and Takashi when you finally land on the one you’re looking for.

You press send, and you’ve barely gotten the receiver up to your ear before you can hear a slightly winded “__!” sound from the person on the other side of the call.

“NaNa! Are you alright? You sound a little out of breath. I didn’t call at a bad time did I?”

“No no, not at all! I was just moving some things around in my apartment.” You hear what sounds like boxes shuffling and a low grunt. “So, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much. I just remembered that I promised to call you back the other day and finally got around to being able to do so.”

“For dinner plans, right?”

“Ding ding, that is correct. I haven’t called too soon have I? I know it was just the other day.”

“No, I was actually going to call you at some point today because I have an opening in my schedule, and you were the first person that popped into my mind.” Izana chuckles, and more shuffling can be heard.

“Doin’ a little redecorating? Sounds like whatever you’re moving is pretty hefty.”

The man laughs again before responding. “Something like that. Hey, I was mulling it over, and I wanted to present an idea to you.”

At that, your ears perk up. “Yeah? Shoot.”

“How about we do dinner at my place? We can cook together and you can finally show me how to make that pasta Manjiro used to rave about all the time.”

At the mention of your (soon to be ex) husband, your smile falls a bit, involuntarily.

“Uh, uh yeah, that sounds great!”

Izana pauses, and you worry you’ve offended him.

“Positive? You sounded a little unsure just then.”

You shake your head, though he can’t see you.

“No no, I promise, it’s a great idea. I haven’t visited since you moved, and it’ll even give me an opportunity to meet the pup! What did you say his name was again?”

“Toto! I heard the name while watching one of those older Western movies and thought it was adorable. And very fitting for how little my pup is.”

You can hear the smile in Izana’s voice, and it causes your own to widen even further.

“Well isn’t that just the most darlin’ story? You’ve gotten so soft over the years NaNa. I like it.” You giggle into your hand, completely oblivious to the effect the sound has on the white haired man.

“You think so? Hopefully not too soft, I am still a shrewd businessman after all.”

“Of course. Well, I’m certainly excited about our dinner plans! Does tonight work?”

“Yep. Let’s say, around 8:30? I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll text you my location and see you then?”

“That works for me.”

The two of you talk for a few minutes more before ending the call.

Once again, you sigh, although this time you can’t stop the giddy smile that curls your lips.

‘This is so exciting! Feels like I haven’t seen NaNa in forever. I wonder what his new place looks like?’

The rest of the day passes by in a blur, and soon 7 pm has rolled around.

Ken and Seishu closed up the shop about half an hour prior, and were finishing up cleaning and counting the drawer when you traipsed downstairs, a notable pep in your step.

“What’s got you so chipper,” Ken spoke, his tone amused.

“I’ve got a dinner date,” you sing-songed, humming happily.

“Really? With who?” Seishu pipes up, momentarily looking up from counting the drawer, brows furrowed.

“NaNa!”

The two men level you with blank stares, their confusion evident.

“Oh, wait, y’all probably don’t recognize that nickname. Izana, I mean Izana.”

“Oh, haven’t seen him around in a while. How’s he been?” Ken finishes wiping down the counter, placing the oil stained rag in his pocket before turning to you fully.

“He’s doing well! When last I spoke to him, he said he was redecorating. He’s also gotten a pup recently! When I’m over there, I’ll be sure to send y’all pictures. The pup’s name is Toto.”

Both men nod, before Seishu’s eyes widen.

“Oh wait, is that dinner date tonight?”

You nod. “Yeah, why?”

“I thought…we were goin’ out for dinner tonight?”

There’s a pause, before a groan sounds from you.

“You’re completely right! I forgot all about that in my excitement.” Your head falls back in exasperation.

“Hey hey, it’s alright. You should definitely still go hang out with Izana. We can have dinner some other time. Besides, we didn’t really have any concrete plans anyway.” Ken speaks and Seishu nods, a small, reassuring smile curling his mouth.

You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful for their understanding.

“I really appreciate you guys. I gotta go get ready now. See you later!”

With a little wave, you bound back upstairs, missing the fond, somewhat longing glances both men throw up at you.

8:30 rolls around quickly, and soon you’re bidding Ken and Sei-chan goodbye as you make your way out to Izana’s car.

“Oooh NaNa, this is noiiiice. You didn’t tell me you’d gotten a new car as well.” You praise the man’s vehicle, appreciating the feeling of buttery smooth leather seats and excitedly appraising all the futuristic looking bells and whistles the interior is equipped with.

Izana chuckles, waving to the other two men before beginning to pull away.

"Yeah, I just recently purchased this. It was a little present to myself for that recent successful business venture I told you about when we talked a couple days ago."

You nod, relaxing back into your seat.

"You're right, you did tell me something like that. What make and model is this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“This year’s Mercedes-Benz A 220. I like to call it, sensibly luxurious.”

You laugh, nodding along.

“Well, if nothing else, the seats are certainly comfortable. Congratulations! I’m glad things have been going so well for you. You deserve all the success, and the luxuries that come with it.”

You can’t see it in the dimness of the night, but Izana’s cheeks flush furiously at your words.

The two of you engage in very pleasant conversation the duration of your ride to Izana’s new apartment, laughing and reminiscing right up until you make it into the garage and up to the door.

“Fair warning, Toto’s very friendly, and he gets especially excited when meeting new people, so just be aware that there’s a good chance he might make a beeline towards you.”

You smile, equally enthused at the prospect of encountering a pup.

“No worries. I love dogs! I’m very excited to meet little Toto.”

With a nod, Izana opens the front door, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in first.

“Ladies first.”

You step inside, and almost immediately the sounds of excited barking fill your ears.

In a flash of brown and cream, a little bundle of fur comes bounding towards you, bouncing enthusiastically around your feet.

You squeal reflexively, bending down to pet and scritch the little furball between the ears.

“Hi Toto! You’re so cute and fluffy!”

Izana chuckles, placing his jacket on the vintage looking coat rack beside the door. He gestures for yours, and you take just a few moments to remove it and hand it off before your attention is back on Toto.

“I went grocery shopping a little earlier. Hopefully I got everything we’ll need.” Izana speaks as he begins making his way into the kitchen. Picking up his little pup, you trail after him.

“Let’s have a look-see. We got pasta, what I’m assuming is your preferred sauce, chicken, onions…,” you trail off, mumbling through the rest of the ingredients and spices spread out on the counter.

“Yep! Looks like we’ve got everything we’ll need here.” With a satisfied nod, you release little Toto, who scampers around your feet momentarily before darting off further into Izana’s apartment.

The two of you watch him with smiles, before turning to each other and setting off to work.

It takes a little under an hour, but soon your fan favorite chicken alfredo is done, complete with a hearty caprese salad and cheese stuffed garlic breadsticks.

“Oh my word, Izana. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but this looks delicious and I am suddenly very famished.”

The man laughs, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Then let’s not delay any further. Here, why don’t you set the table and I’ll bring everything over?”

It takes only a few more minutes, and the two of you have everything set around the dinner table. About this time, little Toto comes bounding back in the room, the smell of food obviously having enticed him. He paws at his dad’s leg, who laughs and picks up the little brown bundle, offering him one of the tomatoes from your salad.

“Sorry, I can never resist giving him a little of whatever I’m eating, as a treat.”

“You’re gonna spoil him like that,” you warn, gesturing to hold the pup. He happily makes himself comfortable in your hold, and is surprisingly well-behaved given the veritable feast before him.

“I know, I know. I’m trying to be better about it, promise!”

You give Izana a playfully skeptical glare, before clasping your hands.

“Itadakimasu!”

You touch Toto’s paws together and speak in a tinny voice. “Itadakimasu!”

You miss the way Izana’s eyes and smile soften at the act.

Once you’ve set Toto down, you and Izana dig in, holding very pleasant conversation as you do. He tells you more about his latest exploits and even shares some details about future business ventures.

“But enough about me. How have things been with you? I didn’t mention it, but I thought it was a little strange that I picked you up from Draken and Seishu’s place and not your own. I don’t mean to pry, and if you’re not comfortable telling me why that’s completely fine as well, but, I have to ask…,” Izana leans forward, expression concerned.

“Is everything alright at home?”

You don’t know why, but hearing the genuine concern and consideration in Izana’s voice cause you to choke up. Slowly, carefully setting your fork down, you take a moment to consider your response. You don’t want to alarm or upset Izana, but you feel that you can be honest with him.

“It’s…no, everything’s not alright.”

Before you realize it, tears have begun streaming down your face, and Izana rushes to your side of the table to wrap you up in a tight embrace.

“Oh __, what’s going on? Is-...is it Manjiro?”

He can feel you nod against his chest, and Izana immediately begins to feel anger wrap in a tight band around his skull.

“What did he do?”

Izana’s voice is darker, his tone much colder.

You debate whether you should tell him the truth given how he sounds, but the thought is almost instantaneously overridden when the words spill out of you.

“He cheated on me!”

A sob rips itself from your throat, and you collapse further into Izana’s arms.

As you are, you miss the deadly glint that flashes in his eyes at your words.

“__, my love, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, looking up at him through your tears.

“No no, don’t apologize. I just…I just hadn’t really taken the time to get a good cry in about the situation.” You chuckle wetly, wiping at your face.

Izana frowns, cupping your face in his hands.

“Is he aware? That you know?”

You nod. “Yeah. We had a pretty major falling out over it. I-...I even slept with Hanma, but it was a spur of the moment thing.”

Izana hopes his displeasure with that revelation doesn’t show on his face.

Instead, he pulls you into a hug, and the two of you are quiet for many seconds before pulling away.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, if you ever need a place to stay, a listening ear or a shoulder to rest on, I’m always here for you.” Izana smiles, and you can feel your already great fondness for him grow.

Returning his smile, you lean into his chest, trying to hide your obvious infatuation.

“Thank you Izana. I’m so glad to have you in my life.”

Izana freezes, before burying the lower half of his face in your hair and wrapping his arms securely around you.

‘The feeling is mutual, __.’

ᵃ/ⁿ: ʷʰᵉʷ ᶜʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ 3 ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ˡᵒⁿᵍ?!?!?

ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ ⁱ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ. 🤚🏾😭

ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵃⁿᵃ'ˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ! ʸᵃʸ! 😆

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Tord Headcanons | The Stoic One

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Let's start with his physical appearance!

My Tord has pale skin, since he is from Norway and doesn't get a lot of sun.

His hair is naturally that dark brown color that we see in Classic, but he dyes it the caramel brown color from Legacy- though, sometimes he can be seen with dark brown roots when he needs to touch up the dye.

My Tord has silver eyes, and I often describe them as piercing or being able to see through people. I think his eyes are one of the most unnerving parts of Tord, and makes people uncomfortable.

No facial hair- he shaves it if it starts to get stubbly.

Tord is the second tallest in my timeline, standing at 6'4 (I like my boys inhumanely tall). Edd is the only one taller than him and it pisses Tord off to no end.

I like to think Tord has the most athletic build of the group, being the military oriented one. He's not skinny and he doesn't have painfully unnatural muscles like you'd see in magazines. Think more along the lines of Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan. (Also has the juiciest man tiddies) Tord would alternate between going to the gym in the morning and going on morning runs through the neighborhood. He runs more often during the winter, since he's always thrived in cold weather. If Reader also liked working out or was interested in starting, he'd gladly let them join him. I think he'd even teach them self defense if they asked.

Because I think Tord would have some connection to his cultural roots, my Tord has a small tattoo of Yggdrasil on his collarbone, and an even smaller protection rune on one of his wrists. He has a piercing hole in one of his ears that he sometimes wears a simple black stud in; he got it pierced during his emo phase in high school.

Family life:

Tord is an older brother is one younger sister. He practically raised her until he moved out.

His dad was Red Leader before him and put him through intense training. Turned him into a child soldier. Resents his dad for it all.

Only time he ever argued with his dad is when he tried to give his sister the same training- Tord refused to let him.

Worst thing his dad ever did was make Tord do wilderness survival for 3 nights in a Norwegian forest. He was 12.

A Eurasian Lynx managed to find him, but he got away with only claw marks on his back. He's still got the scars.

He doesn't hate his mother, but he's not particularly close with her. Because his training started from such a young age, he spent most of his childhood around his father and other high ranking soldiers.

Cares a lot about his little sister and travels home to see her once or twice a year.

Now, personality:

My Tord is very apathetic sometimes, but mainly is just kind of calm and chill.

He likes to say that he'd rather be with his machines and inventions than other humans, but that's a bullshit lie and he's just being dramatic

Prefers being quiet, doesn't say a lot unless its under specific circumstances or he has commentary to give. He enjoys listening to Reader ramble endlessly, or just have her in his arms while he silently does some task.

He switched from cigarettes to vapes after a while, since its better than smoking and has more flavors available.

Likes energy drinks more than coffee, enjoys the variety they offer.

Actually pretty good at cooking, he'd cook for himself and his sister when his parents were busy with work.

Way smarter than he looks. If he had to take the ACT, he'd probably get a nearly perfect score.

A STEM girlie. He uses the garage as his workshop and spends most of the day there (not counting weekends).

Absolutely has a motorcycle in the garage. He rides it if he's having a low day and needs to get away. Has a special route that takes him the long way through the city before ending up at the cliff overlooking the neighborhood (the one we see in The End). Takes Reader on that route to cheer her up or clear her head. One time they fell asleep on the cliff and woke up to several calls from Edd, Tom, and Matt, who were all scared shitless.

Never gets cold. If someone comments on it, he says its "nothing compared to Norwegian cold." (The others are all tired of hearing that and roll their eyes)

Despite this, he's not dumb. He knows how to stay warm and how important it is. Will scold Reader for not wearing enough layers.

His music taste is so mixed up and wild that nobody can give it a name.

Probably reads the most out of the four, will never tell you what he's reading.

Gets angry about historical inaccuracies.

Not allowed to play Trivial Pursuit because he knows a bunch of random facts.

"Kill yourself." "This is why we can't have nice things."

Likes Super Smash Brothers and can create ass kicking combos for any character in a couple of rounds.

He works as a mechanical/chemical engineer. Works independently by taking commissions for blueprints and fixing machines for people. He mostly works at home in the garage but very rarely has to go to another location. He prefers to have the client talk to him over the phone or meet him.

Likes Liquid Death Mountain Water.

Smokes cigars occasionally, usually on special events.

Smells like smoky wood and vanilla.

Does some art every so often, but not as often as Edd.

Vibes/Aesthetic:

Red LED lights as the only light source

Night so late the entire house is silent

Sneaking out of the house to get candy and drinks at the gas station

Sleep Token playing on the drive

Anime on his laptop

Making battery acid drinks together

Fucking instead of sleeping

Athletic shorts and hoodies

Thigh high socks

Late night drives

Vape clouds and suckers

Trying to stay quiet

Playlist (Based off my Own Spotify Playlist for Him):

Sleep Token

CORPSE

Hollywood Undead

Twenty One Pilots

Kanye West

Childish Gambino

Eminem

Glass Animals

Rob Zombie

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader

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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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Hello!!! Could I request a fluffy Rhys x reader where they have a slow snowy morning?

It’s finally starting to actually get cold where I am and I’m so happy about it. Autumn and Winter are my favorite seasons simply because of the cold weather.

YES anon honey I love the cozy fics! And I love Autumn/Winter so much but it doesn’t get cold where I’m currently living, it was 99℉ today where I’m at so I’m living vicariously through you and this fic

A/N: Also to set ✨the mood✨, Rhys would 100% play a song like this while he makes you pancakes for breakfast *swoon*

The Best Things

Rhys x Reader

Warnings: a lil suggestiveness

You woke up to the feeling of your mate’s warm body pressed against you, gently stroking your hair. Nearly letting out a purr at the pleasurable sensation, you cracked your eyes open to see the rising sun shining through your bedroom window, casting Rhys in a warm ethereal glow. He smiled down at you, murmuring a soft “good morning” before bringing you close for a tender kiss.

You sighed, shuffling further under the covers as you buried your nose in Rhys’s neck, inhaling his comforting scent. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, Rhys responding by rubbing your back as he whispered, “it’s snowing, darling.” You looked up to see gentle flakes of white floating towards the ground, and laid your head against Rhys’s chest as the two of you watched the snow fall, the only sounds in the room your heartbeats and the crackle of the fire that warmed the hearth.

You absentmindedly traced the swirling tattoos on Rhys’s bare chest, as he summoned two cups of warm tea for the both of you. You sipped on the warm drink, relishing in how the heat spread through your chest with each sip as you took in the scene of the snowfall, the cozy room, and your beautiful loving mate beside you. Your wish that this moment could last forever was interrupted by the growling in your stomach, and Rhys chuckled as he stroked a finger down your torso in a way that made heat pool between your legs.

Pressing a kiss to your nose, Rhys purred, “I should take care of my mate, shouldn’t I?” as he rose out of bed. “I’ll make us some breakfast, darling,” he announced with a wink as he slipped on pants and headed down to the kitchen. You waited for only a moment before getting out of bed yourself, adorning a robe and slippers as you made your way to join your mate in the kitchen.

When you arrived, he was listening to music on a symphonia as he whisked a bowl of batter. “What are you making for me, Rhysie?” you asked as you eyed the ingredients on the counter. “I’m making cinnamon pancakes, my love. And I’ve fresh fruit for you as well,” he said as he stopped to grab a strawberry, bringing it to your lips. You let out a teasing, exaggerated moan at the taste that made your mate’s eyes darken before he cleared his throat. You stode around the counter gracefully, stepping in front of Rhys to press your backside against his front as you grabbed the ladle. “Let me help,” you murmured as you scooped out the batter into the frying pan.

The two of you finished making the pancakes, you loading your plate with fruits and whipped cream, loading a finger with whipped cream that you dolloped on Rhys’s nose with a giggle before kissing it away. He took the opportunity to grab you, bringing you close as you danced to the music in the background, resting your head on his chest as you enjoyed the intimate moment.

Rhys released you from your dance only to take a seat, lifting you into his lap as he feed you fruit and pancakes. After breakfast, you ventured into the snow together, admiring the beauty of the weather and making a snowman, before your hands got too cold and you returned inside. Rhys made you both hot chocolate which you enjoyed as you sat together on the couch while you read aloud to him from your latest romance book.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 10 months

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Can you write about some morning sex with Kenny Omega?

Morning Sex

Summary: Morning sex with Kenny Wordcount: 1425

Main Masterlist Kenny Omega Masterlist

Gif from @phoenixsplashes

Kenny’s Pov:

I woke up this morning to be greeted by Y/N next to me. Her Blond hair was messy and tangled as she slept. She looked so calm and peaceful. The sun that crept through the blinds made her skin glow. She was gorgeous, a gift sent from heaven. She was a fallen angel. My eyes fell to her exposed back that faced me. Her figure was gorgeous, her imperfections were perfections. The beauty marks that filled her body and scars added to that. She smelt like tobacco and vanilla, it drove me insane. My body begged me to stay wanting nothing but to stay next to her but I knew I needed to get up. I headed downstairs to make some coffee, once I returned I noticed Y/N started to wake up. “Good morning gorgeous” I said as I handed her one of the mugs I held in my hand. She smiled at me as she took the mug. “Good morning, thank you for the coffee!” she replied. I was so in love with this woman, everything she did drove me insane yet I was too scared to admit it. I felt undeserving of her love, she deserved nothing but the best of what life offered and I knew she could do so much better. Yet here she was in my bed, naked.

I took in her features, her green eyes a bit red from a lack of sleep and whatever she smoked before bed. Her curly blonde hair was a bit tangled but still looked as gorgeous as ever, her natural color peeking through at the roots. She was fit, the hours she spent at the gym highlighted in her appearance. The small tattoos she had on her body, one on each side of her ribs and one on her left wrist. The one on her wrist read “Paradise” in a delicate cursive font. The perfect way to describe the way I felt around her. I feel like this is all a dream and I’m scared to wake up and it will be gone. Her smile, her laugh, the way she lit up a room when she walked in. Everyone loved her, not sure if they wanted to be her or be with her. People were envious that I was the one to have her, reminding me that I was undeserving of her love which was true. Yet I didn’t care, I needed her and I would do anything to keep her safe.

Just then I came back from my thoughts when I was greeted with a soft touch on my thigh.

“Is everything ok?” she said, worry etched on her face. I didn’t even notice I had sat down next to her. “What's wrong? You can tell me anything ya know” She told me in a reassuring tone, both of her hands now on my lap.

“Nothing, just thinking” I said trying to sound confident in my answer but failing

“I know something that might cheer you up” Y/N told me, a smile creeping along her lips, a look I knew all too well.

“Yeah? And what would that be” I replied trying to play dumb, knowing the game she was trying to play

“You’ll see….Just let me take care of you alright!” She said softly looking into my eyes.

She carefully took the mug from my hands and placed it next to hers on the nightstand. She then carefully sat on my lap and started to place delicate kisses along my neck and shoulder. I could feel my skin already start to burn up, my body begged me to touch her to feel her to hold on to her as a reminder that she was indeed real and not some sick dream I was having. My hands moved along her back, tracing her figure until my hands rested perfectly on her ass. Giving small squeezed and kisses of my own on her collarbone.

“Kenny” she said in a quiet yet seductive tone. “What did I say, I’m going to be taking care of you, just sit back and relax baby.” I could feel my cock get hard at her words, the way she looked the way she felt, I needed her badly. A small whimper left my lips when she removed herself from my lap. I felt her hand push me back and I took that as a sign to move up higher to the headboard of the bed. She then returned straddling my hips. She carefully removed my boxers while keeping eye contact. She then started to place delicate kisses and licks on my cock. Starting at the top then making her way down to the base. My cock getting harder with each touch. She then pumped me a few times, fingers playing with the tip as she watched the precum drip. I gasped as she took me in her mouth all at once. I couldn't help the moans that fell from my lips as she sucked me so perfectly. I fought the urge to grab her hair and have my way with her. She took me so perfectly, I honestly have no idea how she got to be good at this. It made me jealous thinking of those before me who have gotten this experience. Just then she stopped.

I watched her slowly sink down onto me. Taking each inch of my cock so perfectly. She stopped for a moment at the base giving us each a moment to adjust before she started to ride me. She rode me so perfectly and I couldn't control myself any longer. My hands went up to grab her perfect breasts. Toying with her nipples as I played with the warm flesh. I sucked on her right breast before switching to the other. I could feel her clench every time I flicked my tongue against her sensitive nipple and it brought me closer to the edge. I watched my dick go in and out of her perfect pussy with every thrust.

I loved the feeling but selfishly needed more, I needed to feel her more, somehow I needed to be deeper. My hand found her clit as I started to rub circles around it. Her pussy clenching around my cock so perfectly. I know she wanted to move my hand to ‘take care of me’ but we both knew she was enjoying this too much for it to stop.

“Fuck Kenny, your gonna make me cum” She said, small moans and wimpers leaving her mouth as I selfishly played with her clit. I could feel that she was close, so close and I knew I needed to feel her deeper. Without even thinking I quickly flipped us so that I had her pinned under me.

“Kenny I told yo-”

“Shut up” I cut her off, she looked almost offended but I didn’t care. I thrusted into her as fast as I could. I took one of her legs and threw it on my shoulder, allowing my dick to hit deeper. I could feel myself hitting that special squishy part that drove her insane. I could feel her start to pulsate around my cock, she was so close.

“That’s it baby, right there, give it to me” I filled the room with praises, encouraging her to cum undone. That’s when it happened, she came and came hard. Milking my cock for all that it could.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum” I admited, her perfect pussy driving me insane.

“Cum inside me, baby” Although I always filled her up hearing it from her drove me over the edge. A few more thrusts and I came hard. Filling her up with everything I had. Fucking both of us through our orgasms.

After our heavy orgasms I collapsed on top of her. I was most definitely squishing her yet she said nothing. She just whispered sweet nothing to me as she rubbed circles around my back.

“Just so you know Kenny, I love you so much. I don’t care what you say to yourself or what others say to you but you are deserving of my love. If anything it’s me who is’t deserving of your love”

“Y/N-” She cut me off

“No, you are the best boyfriend. I am so lucky to have you in my life. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” She said and I fought the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes.

“I love you too Y/N”

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #the elite #aew #kenny omega #aew fanfiction #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega fluff #kenny omega imagine #kenny omega smut #kenny the cleaner #kenny omega fanfiction #pro wrestling smut

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sunandmhoon · 6 months

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COULD'VE BEEN

Genre: angst Pairing: Mingyu X Reader "Have you ever thought about what we could’ve been?" w/c: 1143 a/n: Hiii guys!!! It’s been a while~ I recently got into seventeen, so I’m writing this little oneshot of Mingyu!! I hope you like it, and I’m sorry If there’s any grammar mistakes. enjoy~

MASTERLIST; OTHER WORKS

”Have you ever thought about what we could’ve been?

Looking up, he hummed. His eyes were focused on yours, a mix of longing, curiosity and something else. You both were where you always were on nights like this. At a quiet park, tucked between the trees. The leaves filter the moonlight into rounds of light on the ground, turning them into confetti around you.

“Sometimes,” he responded, “why are you suddenly asking?” to tell him the truth would be useless at this point because you knew you could do nothing with the situation you are in. so you just looked away, the heat from his eyes was reaching your face, a contrast to the chill of the air.

“No reason, it just came up in my head.”

You were lying to him. You knew it, he knew it too. You often wondered what those nights meant to him. Those nights where all you would do is talk until the sun came up. Those nights where his touch was more of a home to you than your own house. The nights where he would keep you company when you’re down; bring you food when you’re feeling hungry; take care of you when you’re sick.

Were those nights not as meaningful to him as they were to you?

A frustrated sigh interrupts the silence of the night. You were tired of this. Tired of hiding in the night. Tired of being second in his heart. Tired of it all. Maybe you were just used to his company, he was your best friend after all. Almost seven years together, and still you have this connection. Maybe it’s all just in your head. Maybe he never did think of you as anything else.

Those lingering touches, tattooed gazes, soft-spoken words are just in your mind. To him, its nothing but friendship. If the question you have in your mind right now is a future, you and him aren’t the answer.

“What’s wrong?” he gently nudged your shoulder. His thumb caressing your collarbone where your sweater had dropped, drawing shapes on your skin; circles, squares, diamonds, hearts.

“Do you remember that night in Miami?” you ask him but it’s clear that it wasn’t a question, more a statement. “The first time you put your arms around me.” his shapes halted, suddenly your shoulder feels cold. “What was that to you?” your courage finally came back as you shrugged his hand off your shoulder and turned to him.

“That night,” he started. He swallows, trying to compose his thoughts. He had a feeling he knew where the conversation would be going and he wanted to find a way to talk to you without scaring you, hurting you and hurting himself. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I know what answer you’re looking for.” his hair was softly blowing in the breeze, following the direction of the leaves. The moon was behind him, leaving a soft glow around his head like a halo. He looked angelic. And though you were scared of what he would say, you still took your time to bask in him. His presence. “It meant something to me. So much, it hurts me to say.”

“Mingyu…”

“I shouldn’t be saying this but I’ve thought about that night so many times. Other nights too,” he confessed, his face though looked more relieved than guilty as he saw yours. A shameful pride ran across your face for a second. You were happy that Mingyu shared the same feelings you did, but at the same time you felt shame, you felt like an awful person. “I would’ve gone all the way for you, we could’ve been together if I wasn’t…”

“If you weren’t with her?”

“Yeah.” You sighed. He came closer, putting his arm around you, laying his head on top of yours. You had that feeling in your stomach, that bubbling feeling in your stomach where you know that something bad is coming up. “But you know, we can still be together,” he cupped your cheek. “It would be our secret; just between you, me and the moon.”

The look in his eyes is dangerous. It’s the look. The look of love, of longingness, of hope that pulls you in. it made you want to lean in closer and finally feel his lips on yours, it made you want to shout to the rooftops “HE’S MINE!”. It made you feel loved.

But.

“If we have to hide it,” you started, “what’s the point trying?” and as much as it hurted you, you peeled yourself away from him. Away from his scent, the scent of his woody cologne, away from the comfort of his strong arms, away from his face. “Did it really mean something if you’re not willing to fight for it?” you asked him, tears slowly forming in your eyes.

“Hey,” he tried to reach over to you to wipe your tears, but you dodged him, “it did mean something to me.”

“Would you leave her for me?”

The silence was enough of an answer for you. And although you expected an outcome like this, it still hurted you. It felt as if the structure your heart had been held by had finally broken, you could almost feel your heart fall and shatter into a million pieces in the pit of your stomach. The space in your mind filled with memories of him that was your haven had become crowded and claustrophobic.

You stood up from where you were sitting with him and dusted off your legs. You took a deep breath before turning to him, where he was already standing, watching you. You could do nothing, you could say nothing. And for the last time, you hugged him.

His touch was hot on your skin, but not in the way he made you feel warm like he had before. But in a way that it burns, as if you’re touching something you’re not meant to be touching. He’s not yours, you had to tell yourself, he will never be.

You bask in the bittersweetness of the hug, allowing your tears to fall on his cashmere sweater as he held you in his arms. You felt his hand caress your hair, planting a small kiss on the top of your head. You stayed there connected for what felt like forever.

When you finally break off, you both don't say much. The hug already did more than words could say. You exchanged a small smile, a smile that says thank you, a smile that says nothing will change between us but at the same time everything has changed. A smile that says I love you, and it sucks we can’t be together. A smile that says goodbye.

And as you walk back to your car all you could think of was,

‘Damn, what we could’ve been.’

-fin

#kpop angst #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x you #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen recs #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #mingyu angst

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smallpeniscollective · 1 year

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In the Woods

(Eddie Munson x Reader) (18+)

Summary: this was supposed to be from a longer fic that’s been brewing in the pot for a long while, but I got that worm in my brain that doesn’t let me finish things, and I haven’t posted in forever so you guys can have the porn scenes. if I ever finish it u can have the full fic as a treat <3

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: swearing, sexual content, protected sex, p in v sex, outdoors sex, slight edging

A/N: (this takes place at skull rock, also there are some things that reference the plot of the fic or moments within the full fic, ignore those <3)

Minors DNI please !!!

*~*~*

“So, did you do anything with your art, back in the city?” he asked, pondering if she was planning to be some snooty big-shot in an art gallery, or if she was aiming to be the next Van Gogh or Monet. He couldn’t help but picture the scene of her, scantily clad in nothing but an oversized button-up shirt, paint all over her but so focused on her work that she didn’t even care, the sun beaming through her studio space. God, she was so hot.

“Yeah, actually, I was training as a tattoo apprentice after school back in the city before I needed my, uh... little break,” she answered, flipping open her sketchbook to the first empty page she could find. She grabbed one of her sharpened number two pencils and placed the tip of it to the paper, beginning a doodle unrelated to their plans of DnD-related art.

“A tattoo artist, huh? I’ve actually got some tatties of my own,” he said, hoping that she’d ask to see them.

She waited a moment, the silence stilling the air between them. After a pause so long that he feared he had dismantled their conversational flow, she finally looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Well, are you gonna show me them?”

“Oh, r-right,” he stammered, immediately pulling himself from his spot against the boulder and shedding his layers of his denim vest and leather jacket, revealing tatted forearms. He stepped away from the boulder, closer to her, and held his arms out for her to see his sweet ol’ tatties.

She took one of his forearms in her hands, one hand holding his wrist and one hand propping his arm underneath, and he hoped that she didn’t notice the immediate goosebumps that raised on his skin. She did notice, but chose to say nothing, basking in the idea that she could set off his nerves like that. She slowly rotated his arm, studying the bats decorating his pale skin. “That’s so sick,” she said, looking all the way up at him from the forest floor.

In this moment, he realized she was face-level to his crotch, and sitting in front of it too. He tried not to picture her with her mouth on him, so that he wouldn’t pop a boner right in front of her face. Flustered and breathless, he airily chuckled, stepping back and saying, “Y-yeah, I really like that one.”

She gave him a look that asked, You okay? before asking aloud, “You got any others that you’re hiding from me?”

Remembering the one on his chest, he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing a hint of the one that rested below the right side of his collarbone. “This one, too.”

“I can’t see it from over there, dummy,” she giggled, climbing to her feet with a small grunt.

She approached him, eyes fixated on the hint of a tattoo. Taking the reins, she pulled his collar down further, brushing her fingers against his. His breath hitched as he felt her fingers against his hot skin, feeling like his heart was audibly pounding out of his chest. She seemed so calm and collected, using her other finger to softly trace over the inked skin on his chest, the contact making him suck in a breath through his teeth.

The tension in the air was thick like a fog, and she felt like every cell in her body was being drawn to him in a magnetic pull. She felt her own breathing speed up in their proximity, and she looked away from his chest tattoo and into his eyes to find he had been staring hard at her with blown pupils and flushed cheeks. She released the collar of his shirt, not moving her hand from its spot on his chest, not saying a word or breaking eye contact. The air around them felt electric, like lightning was about to strike them both down right here, right now.

She parted her lips to say something, anything, but no words came to mind. All she could focus on was the buzzing in her core and the heat in her face. He glanced down at her parted lips, letting his imagination roam wildly with fantasies of those lips on his, those lips all over him, and his lips all over her. She noticed this, subtly gripping his shirt in her hand. Deciding that she couldn’t take any more of this tension that choked her like a warm hand wrapped around her throat, she yanked, aggressively pulling him into her and smashed her mouth against his.

His hands flew to her face instantly, cupping her cheeks strongly as she sucked on his bottom lip, running her tongue across it gently as an inquiry. He invited her in, and they did the dance of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. She reveled in his taste and smell, the cigarettes and the hint of weed from a while ago, and the sound of his labored breathing from his nose against her face. She even liked the way his large nose pushed into her cheek, and she let her arms wrap around his neck in a tight embrace.

He stroked her cheek with his thumb before dropping his hands to her waist, pushing softly and leading her backwards until she felt herself bump up against a large surface, making her gasp against his lips. She let him pin her to the boulder, pulling him in closer and pressing her chest into his. When his abdomen pressed into hers, she could feel him already hard, making her whimper softly into his mouth. He took it as an opportunity to go farther, nestling his thigh in between her legs and resting his knee against the boulder, feeling the absolute heat radiating from her.

Her fingers dug into his hair, accidentally scratching at his scalp and eliciting a groan from him, which ignited her core like a fire. Without realizing it, she had let herself drop onto his thigh, pressing the seam of her jeans up against her clothed heat and rubbing against her covered clit. He felt her slight grind against his leg, letting himself grind his own arousal against her. He lowered one of his hands from her waist to her inner thigh, stroking it with his thumb and eliciting a full-on moan out of her with how close he was to touching her where she needed him most.

Upon hearing herself moan like that, she pulled back, panting. “Wait,” she breathed out, “we’re just friends… we shouldn’t—”

“This is what friends do, right? They help each other out?” he asked lowly, dipping his head to skim his lips against her neck in a ghost of a kiss in an attempt to tease her into wanting more. And, boy, did it work. He could see the goosebumps appearing all over her body.

She shivered before she responded with a meek, “Y-yeah, friends can do this...” He noticed the way her thighs clenched together against his thigh, and stroked her thigh again, even closer to her core that was now damp and getting damper by the second, making her suck in a quick breath through her teeth.

“Just friends,” he agreed, finally placing his lips against her skin and nipping at her neck. She was like putty in his big, warm hands, leaning into his touch and digging her fingers further into his hair, which made him smile against her skin. She could feel the outline of his lips moving against the warmth of her neck as he murmured, “Ugh, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this so bad, ever since I fucking laid eyes on you in the school parking lot.”

“M-me too,” she stammered, pulling him impossibly closer to where he just had to nestle entirely between her thighs. His hands climbed further down, sweeping underneath the curve of her ass to lift her, and she willingly obliged, letting herself be lifted and pressed against the boulder with her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. “I even asked Dustin who the hottie in the jacket was,” she whispered in admittance, and he bit down hard on her neck, eliciting a shocked whimper out of her.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he groaned before deftly licking the purple skin where he had bit down on, making her release short, panting breaths and grip his hair harder. “And so fucking pretty.”

He pressed his hard, denim-clad crotch into her, the pressure against her driving her insane. He gently ground into her, one hand holding her up by the ass and the other hand dipping underneath her shirt to feel her hot skin. She mewled like a kitten, needing more friction, not even caring about the rough surface against her back. He broke from the kiss to look at her in her desperate state, seeing her pleading eyes and tousled hair. He smirked, leaning down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You want it, baby?”

“Please,” she whimpered, and he chuckled darkly.

“Already begging for it? Aw, how could I deny such a pretty girl what she wants,” he teased, pulling back and letting her down. She wobbled on weak legs, and he softly pushed her back to lean against the boulder so that he could undo her pants, kneeling down to slip off her shoes and slide her pants off, revealing her legs to the chilly open air, already acquiring goosebumps. Her breath hitched at his own desperation, although a more dominant and demanding desperation.

He gazed down at her underwear with absolute adoration in his eyes. “Jesus, even your panties are so fuckin’ pretty,” he whispered to himself, still kneeling before her. She couldn’t deny the wetness that had pooled in her underwear, feeling her excited walls clench around nothing. This was really happening.

He placed his large, hot hands on her upper thighs, his cool rings contrasting the heat of his hands. He gently spread her thighs, sweeping a hand underneath one to lift it over his shoulder, his eyes locked on the sopping wet patch in the crotch of her panties.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” was all he could say, swiping over he drenched, clothed slit with his thumb to gently rub her sensitive nub over the fabric. Her breathing quickened, and she almost dropped her body weight on him, making him tense up his strong arms to stay put in their position. He looked up at her, her pupils blown and her face red, before asking quietly, “May I?”

“Y-yes,” she breathed out, and that was all it took for him to pull the crotch of her panties to the side and slide two thick fingers through her slick folds.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he whispered, pulling his hand back to watch in awe as the slick covering his fingers stringed as he separated his fingers. She whined pitifully, hoping it would bring his touch back to her.

Instead, he stood up, leaving her legs trembling and her half-exposed heat dripping down her thigh. When she saw him begin to undo his own jeans, her eyes were glued to his bulge, the zipper coming down to reveal a large tent in his plaid boxers. Before she let herself get carried away, she pulled herself back to reality for long enough to ask, “You got a rubber?”

“Oh! Yes, I do,” he chirped, leaving his clothed erection hanging out of his black jeans while he reached in his back pocket to pull out his wallet, an old leathery thing, and pulled out a silver packet. “Bingo,” he said, holding it up.

“Did you plan this?” she asked, wondering why he had brought along a condom in the first place.

“Not this specifically,” he admitted with a smirk, “but I did put this in my wallet right after we met.”

“You cheeseball,” she teased, taking the condom wrapper out of his hands. “Can I put it on you?” she asked, gazing into his eyes to find a glimmer of adoration in his.

“Y-yeah,” he breathed, looking down and pulling himself out of his boxers.

She couldn’t help but ogle at it; it was long but also quite girthy. She would have called it impressive if she didn’t want to give him any more of an ego that he already had. She settled for mouthing the word, Wow.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, she ripped the edge of the wrapper off with her teeth, ignoring the smidge of package lubricant that touched her tongue. He stepped up close to her again, his length brushing against the belly of her shirt. Taking the rolled up rubber, she touched it to his tip, that already had a small bead of pre-cum leaking. He hissed at the contact as she rolled the condom down his length, gripping it and shimmying the latex down as far as it would go, her band brushing against the mound of dark brown hair at his base, which tickled her hand.

He watched her do this, his stare morphing from awestruck to almost predatory as he thought about all of the things he could do to her, anything to get her to make those beautiful noises for him again. As soon as the condom was on, he swooped her up once more, lifting her to pin her between the boulder and himself with the only barrier between them being the thin, soaked fabric of her underwear.

She wanted to kiss him again so bad, but she just couldn’t look away from his intense eye contact. She wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair strands at the nape of his neck. His eyes bored into her soul as he reached down in between them, pulling her underwear to the side, and sliding himself up and down her wet slit, gathering her slick and bumping the sensitive nub that made her gasp and wrap her legs around him tighter. She tried to look down in between them, so that she could watch him, but his other hand grabbed her jaw, holding her face so that she had no choice to but to hold his stare.

His member prodded her dripping hole, and he leaned in to finally kiss her again, pressing into her and pushing himself in at the same time. The sensation of him ever so slowly stretching her out made her moan into his mouth, and she pulled him harder into the kiss, her hands buried at their rightful place in his hair.

Once he was buried to the hilt, she adjusted to his size, feeling herself relax around his member, and she broke their kiss to bury her face in his neck, his hair sticking to her face. She felt her walls clench down on him from his lack of movement and her need for just that. He leaned his head against hers, nuzzling her for a moment before whispering in her ear, “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes,” she stammered out, feeling her own hips stutter against his body at the thought of him pounding into her.

“Yes, what, baby?” Chills ran down her spine. She never pictured herself enjoying being dominated, but with Eddie, she wanted nothing more for him to do whatever he wanted with her.

“Please!” she squeaked out, whimpering against his neck.

And that was all it took for him to give her exactly what she wanted, what she craved so desperately. He thrusted into her, against the huge rock, at a leisurely pace, and the drag of his thick length continuously stretching her from the inside had her already quaking. She was a mess, whimpering and whining into the crook of his neck, feeling the pleasurable burn of her tightness being filled out so completely. “Eddie, that feels so good,” she whined.

When he began to pound harder, he pulled her head away from his neck and cradled the back of her head to keep it from banging against the solid rock behind her. He wanted to watch the pleasure in her face. He listened to her whines turn into moans, he watched her jaw go lax and her brows knit together.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he groaned in between his own grunts, one hand behind her head and one digging into the side of her hip so hard that he was almost worried he’d leave a bruise.

He slid his hand down from her hip, down in between their bodies, down past her pretty panties, and landed on her sweet, throbbing cunt that was taking him in so well. She whined at the contact, thrusting her hips out for him, and he absolutely ate it up, using two fingers to rub soft, slow circles around her aching clit.

At this, her legs were tensing up, squeezing around his waist hard. To him, she sounded like an angel, moaning and whimpering so beautifully just for him. He let himself speed up his pace, slamming into her ferociously while keeping his fingers slow and steady.

Her whole body was shaking as she felt that string inside of her wind tightly, begging to snap, and Eddie knew. He could feel her tightening up around his cock, and he wanted to give her something she’d never forget.

He slowed down his thrusts into an agonizing pace, slowly sliding in and out with ease, his fingers taking their time on her overstimulated bundle of nerves, prolonging the build-up to her orgasm. She was downright trembling against him, and her eyes fluttered open to look at him, her eyes welling with hot tears of pleasure. She needed more, needed him faster and harder. All she could do was beg pitifully, whimpering strings of “please, please, please,” with her moans.

“Please?” he groaned, taking in the sight of her writhing before him. “Oh, baby… you don’t need to ask, you’re almost there,” he teased, adding his thumb to swipe up and down her drenched slit while he kept his fingers on her clit.

She let her hips chase the feeling, rutting up against him as the overstimulation from his the slow push and pull of his cock, the attention to her slit, and the touches around her clit gathered up inside of her, tightening up in her core until she felt like she was about to burst. She squeezed her eyes, her chin wobbling as she began to feel that white hot pleasure sear through her.

Just as she felt herself slowly begin to let go, he felt the first tight clench and smirked. He suddenly began pounding harder once more, feeling her walls flutter around him so tightly he thought it would project him out of her. Her moans were more like quick, high-pitched squeals as that string inside of her finally snapped and she came harder than she ever had in her life around Eddie’s cock.

He rode her through her orgasm, continuing her pleasure as he chased his own, listening to her incoherent babbling as she let her lips loose on his neck, mindlessly licking and sucking at it as she held him so tightly that her nails dug into the back of his neck. His grunts became his own soft moans as his hips stuttered into hers, and he came with a soft, “Oh, fuck, baby,” cooed in her ear, spilling himself into the condom but wishing he could just paint her insides with his seed. He dropped his head against hers and they stayed there like that for a good, long moment, basking in post-coital bliss.

Both panting and sweaty messes, he pulled back and she looked at him, a wide smile blossoming on her face. They both couldn’t help it, and they laughed hard at the irreversible choice they just made. She winced as he pulled out, and in consolation, he kissed her sweaty forehead.

He slid the condom off, tying the end of it into a knot like the world’s wimpiest water balloon, while she put her put her pants back on, swiping off the dirt it had gathered from sitting on the forest floor, and slipped her shoes back on.

She watched as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his jeans, filled condom still in hand. He took a second to look at it wonderingly, before suddenly turning to throw it as hard as he could up towards the huge boulder above them that was shaped like a skull. They both watched as it disappeared above the head of the boulder, not hearing it land on the other side, leaving them both to assume he had managed to throw it on top of the boulder, to sit there until somebody was bold enough to climb it and discover a nasty, used condom.

He released a content sigh, stretching his back backwards before joking, “So, ‘hottie with the jacket’, huh?”

“Shut up,” she retorted, slinking back down with shaky legs to sit on the ground. “So, you wanna talk art?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #stranger things eddie #stranger things #stranger things volume 4

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 2 years

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Surprise!

Pairings: Chris Evans x Preganant!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Aspects of labour, Alludes to smoot, Pregnancy... (idk if that’s a warning?)

Summary: Chris gets the best birthday present.

A/N: This was my original idea for Chris’ birthday fic but then he dropped THOSE premiere pics and... well... I think this is a really cute idea and I didn’t want to drop it so... VOILA!! Enjoy! :)

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You squinted your eyes as you turned your head to face Chris. You took in his features illuminated by the specks of sun peeking in through the gaps in the curtain: his hair, messy and sticking up, a few pillow lines on his pink cheeks, his mouth slightly open. Tiny snores filled the quiet of the room. The sheets were thrown haphazardly across your bodies, giving you a clear view of your husband’s tattooed arms and chest, his foot peeking out at the end of the bed. His hand lay protectively over your large belly.

You smiled at his sleeping form, letting him remain so. You knew how hard he had been working, what with ASP, Ghosted, Lightyear and The Gray Man. He wanted to complete a few projects before taking time off, for you and your baby. He deserved this rest.

Instead of planning an eventful day out, you opted for something simple. A breakfast in bed, a relaxing bath, a sweet baking session and a Disney movie marathon until it was time for family to come over.

Deciding to start on breakfast, you rolled of the bed, carefully. Next to you, Chris shifted, turning onto his belly. He pulled the pillow closer to him and smushed his face into it, small smores filling the room again. You giggled quietly before putting on a shirt - which turned around to be Chris’ - and headed into the the kitchen. You busied yourself with making the breakfast, after feeding Dodger. Around 10 minutes later, or so you guessed, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle, making you startle slightly. Chris pulled you into him and peppered kisses along your neck, shoulders and collarbone.

Your eyes fluttered closed, savouring the feeling. You turned and kissed him on the lips. He kept a hand on your belly and deepened the kiss. You stayed like that for a few moments before you heard sizzling and a smell of smoke behind you.

“Shit! The breakfast!”

Chris merely chuckled, reaching behind you to turn off the gas, before kissing you again. Breaking off for breath, his voice lowered, filled with lust.

“Doesn’t matter, baby. Not when I can have you, instead.”

He kissed you again, with a lot of passion. He led you back into the bedroom. He lay you down on the bed, gently before trailing kisses lower and lower, before he got to where you needed him the most...

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Later, once the two of you had showered, you decided to skip the baking. Although the idea seemed fun, sweet and romantic, you both knew it would end up in a lot off mess. You were too tired and you didn’t want Chris to have to do any work today, so you opted to start on the movie marathon.

Chris grabbed the blankets and put on ‘Snow White’ to start off with, Dodger jumping up next to him on the couch. You went into the kitchen to grab some snacks, but as you reached upwards to grabs the sweets, you felt a trickle of water fall down your leg. You looked down and saw a small puddle by your feet. You knew what this meant and it was only a matter of time before you would start to get contractions.

You called out Chris’ name and he came running. He looked at where your eyes were focused on, a scared and nervous look coming across his face.

“Is it-?”

“Surprise?” You giggled as he gave you a look.

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”

He quickly took off into the bedroom, returning seconds later with the hospital bag slung over his shoulder. He grabbed your hand and took you to the car, only stopping briefly at the door so you both could slip on some shoes and to tell Dodger to ‘stay’.

The contractions started on the way to the hospital, the sharp pains becoming worse and more frequent. You groaned in pain as you squeezed Chris’ hands, hoping you would get there soon.

The two of you rushed into the hospital, Chris calling out for a doctor. You were situated in one of the rooms, anesthesia given to you to ease the pain...

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Several hours later, you lay exhausted but relieved as you heard the first cries of your baby girl echo throughout the room. Chris kissed your sweaty forehead as tears welled up in his eyes.

“You did it, baby. You did it!” He kept whispering to you in your ear.

Only when your daughter was given to you, did the dam break. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you sobbed happily. Chris joined you, leaning down to kiss his baby’s head. You passed her to him as he took off his shirt for skin-to-skin contact. He held the little bundle of joy close to his heart.

“Hey, princess. It’s your daddy. Yes it is. Hi... hi, little one.” He cooed.

He passed her back to you before sitting on the bed, taking ahold of your hand. He kissed his daughter once more, before leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. You parted and he touched his forehead to yours.

“This is the best thing I could ever ask for. Thank you. So much.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart, both of you. So fucking much. Now get some rest, honey... we’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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I’ve never written preggo!reader before so i hope i did it justice! i think it’s such a sweet idea! thank you for reading!!

Tagging: @pbnjparker

#chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans x pregnant!wife!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #Chris evans x reader fluff #Chris evans x you fluff #Chris evans x y/n fluff #chris evans x reader rpf #chris evans rpf

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thetypingpup · 1 year

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I feel like aftercare with dragon hwa would be so sweet 🥹 but like you taking care of him after blowing his mind 😵‍💫

seonghwa's mind is a complete haze as he comes down from his high. his body is alight with the gleam of the afterglow, the corners of his plush lips lifted in a lazy smile. his eyes remind closed, simply taking in the coolness of the evening air as it blows over his heated skin until he feels the silk cover of a sheet drape over him. thankfully, the smooth sheet is cool to the touch, letting him relax more into the bed. he lets his eyes peek open at the sound of movement in the room, and the distinct absence of you by his side.

his eyes first lock onto a glass of water on the bedside table, and a goblet filled with a sweet smelling liquid. curiously, he follows the sweet scent, peeking over to see what's inside. his tongue peeks from between his lips when he sees that the goblet is filled with peach nectar, his favorite. he's so stunned his breath almost stills in his lungs. surely a servant must've brought them here.

and that's when he sees you, discarding a torn bedsheet to be forgotten in the corner. it must've been you that retrieved the fresh sheet that covers him, as well as brought his favorite drink to his bedside. any words that make their way to his tongue are stunned to stone silence, and he lays there, simply watching you mill about. you cater to his every need, needs he wasn't aware that he had, pulling the curtains back to let more of the cool evening air flow into the room. he takes in the way you look in the golden light of sunset, how the rays of the dying sun highlight the iridescent rainbow sheen atop your golden scales, and give your entire countenance a regal gleam that has him spellbound. he still can't believe that he was lucky enough to have you in his bed, to be the one who's love was strong enough to break the curse that kept you from your draconic nature. though he's silent the entire time, his thick brows do more than enough of the talking, and you notice.

"what ails you, my prince? are you alright?" your voice is gentle as you come to his side, and your presence beside him already makes him want to sing to the heavens with delight. but still, he remains in bed, simply shuffling closer to you.

"did you bring these?" he inquires, moving even closer, until his head is almost in your lap.

"that i did." you nod, reaching out to slowly thread your fingers through his long dark hair. you gently gather his hair in your hand, tying the sweaty tresses up and away from his face, allowing the sight of you to be completely unobscured. he wasn't even aware that his bangs sticking to his forehead were bothersome until a cool breeze sweeps over his brow.

he frowns slightly still taken aback, "i should be the one caring for you, my queen. i should be the one serving you."

"oh, my sweet prince," you pause and settle on the bed beside him, cradling his face, "if we are to be mates, then we are to be equals, are we not?"

"that we are." he nods, though admittedly he's slightly distracted by the warmth of your hand, and he leans into your touch with a hum.

"that means that the same way you feel the urge to care for me, i too feel the same urge for you, and there's nothing wrong with accepting care."

and with this, he can free his mind from the association of your rank with your golden scales, and see them for the beautiful aurelian shade that they are. you lean down and slowly kiss along his chest, your lips moving up his body before your gentle hands follow suit. he leans back with a hum, for your every touch effortlessly grounds him, and anchors him in this present moment with you. you press your lips to the marks that have already begun to heal. all except for one, the scar of the claim mark that you left some time ago, right where his neck meets his collarbone, where he has since had a tattoo of a sun inked onto his skin to signify your claim on him. you trace the shape of the tattoo with gentle kisses, telling him that you've got him, and as his mate, you'll be here to take care of him.

"my beautiful prince." you muse aloud, and no matter how many times you call him that, he still feels heat rise to his face and a smile lift his lips. him being your prince is not a delineation of status, but a term of endearment that affirms how fond of him you are. he lifts his hand, absently letting his fingers dance across the tattoo on your own neck that outlines the mark he left on you. he feels that urge to take care of you, to serve you as he's never had to serve anyone in his life. he has to remind himself to relax, to sink into your touch, to let himself receive such attentive affection. and if it's you bestowing such gentle care to him, then this is something he is certainly capable of getting used to.

he pulls you in for a kiss, and you let him take the lead, pouring all of his appreciation for you into each press of his lips. you accept his humble thanks wholeheartedly, taking the lead and melding your lips to his, telling him with subtle sweeps of your tongue that you've got him, and you'll always be here to take care of your mate. the sun disappears over the horizon and the moon takes its place in the sky, and yet you two remain entangled.

#dragon!au #ateez fluff #ateez seonghwa fluff #since no real smut happens lmao #also soft launching a royal dragon!au i've had in the works lol #ateez x reader #ateez x you

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The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 3 - Mr. Barnes // The maid of Mr. Barnes Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You meet Mr. Barnes.

When morning comes, Bucky is already in his office, leaning back on his black leather chair with Sam and Steve in front of him at the other side of the thick mahogany desk. The room basks in the warm rays of the sun through the window. The sound of the sprinklers can be heard from somewhere in the garden. "So you meet her already?" Sam asks with a wide grin on his face. He already knows the answer. "I did," Bucky nods. "And what do you think?" "Fuck off," the brunette grumbles, making his friends laugh. "Then you like her, I guess." "You didn't tell me she is fucking beautiful." "She is your employee, Bucky," Sam teases him mercilessly. "You shouldn't care about her looks."

But of course, he does. You were a sleepy, hungry mess when he found you in his kitchen in the middle of the night. Your mismatched, worn pajamas were too big to show your figure, but Bucky didn't even need that. The dim lights highlighted your cheekbones, the line of your nose, and the soft curve of your lips. And the moment you asked him if he wanted a sandwich at midnight, he knew he was a goner. And Sam fucking Wilson knew this would happen. What more! Bucky is sure that both of his friends knew it.

Bastards!

Before Bucky could answer, a soft knock disturbs their conversation.

"Come on in," Bucky answers, clearing his throat and straightening his posture as you open the door. Sam and Steve suppress their smirk, turning their attention back to you and your shocked gasp. You stand in the doorway, looking at the man behind the desk who smiles at you apologetically.

Yeah. He is the man you ate with last night. He is your boss. The man you ate a sandwich with is your boss. Heat creeps up on your face from embarrassment.

You should have known. He radiates power and authority. There is no way a man like him could be just a man among the others.

"Good morning," you speak up when you find your voice finally. "Sam told me to come here," you add, glancing at the man for a second. "Right," Mr. Barnes nods, motioning to his men to leave. "I wanted to get to know you better." "I bet," Sam laughs under his breath, earning a glare from Bucky, but fortunately, you are still too busy with your embarrassment to hear them. "You can leave now," Bucky says, still glaring at his friends.

Soon, the door closes behind you, and you stay alone with Mr. Barnes. "Please, sit," he says, and you do as he says. "I'm sorry I didn't..." you start, but the man doesn't let you continue. "None of that," he says. "If someone, I should be apologizing. I was rude not to introduce myself." "It's fine," you reply, fidgeting in your seat. "Back to business," he hums, glancing at the computer's blank screen. "I guess Sam and Steve already told you everything you should know." "Yes." "Your Sundays and Mondays are off," he explains anyway. "I want someone who cleans the common rooms and other places if necessary. I heard you helped Peter yesterday. He comes every few weeks with a team to take care of the garden, and I have another team for deep cleaning." "I understand," you nod. Yeah, Sam already told you all of this. Your gaze follows his tattooed hands as he adjusts the collar around his neck. Black ink peeks out under the white shirt at his collarbone. The tie is loose around his neck. "I hope your work schedule doesn't cause a problem with your partner," he says, making you drag your eyes to his. "I don't have anyone," you reply, confused. "I lived with my roommate." Of course, Bucky already knows that. He just wanted to hear it from you too. Sam made sure he found everything about you before hiring you. They know your family lives a few hours away, and you had a relationship while you worked for a family. Life happened, and now you are here. In his office, under his watchful eyes. "Did you have breakfast?" He asks suddenly, already standing up from his seat. "N-No," you reply, watching him. His every movement is confident and calm. He owns this place, and he knows it. "Then come with me," he says. "I'm hungry." "I should work," you argue softly, already knowing you don't really have a say. These men do what they want. "You will after breakfast," he nods, opening the door for you. "Come on, Bunny." You don't react to the unusual nickname, being too busy with the spicy scent of his cologne as you pass him. "What do you want to eat?" "Uhm," you hum. "I'm okay with whatever you want." "I know a place. Their pancakes are amazing." "Sounds good."

Pancakes. The mob boss. One of the leaders of the Avengers. The man you were so anxious to meet wants pancakes for breakfast.

Soon, you find yourself in an expensive car with Bucky at your side. The leather on the seats is probably worth more than you could sell your soul to the devil. It almost feels wrong to sit on it. "Relax, Y/N," he laughs, sensing your fidgetiness. "I'm trying," you murmur, leaning back on the seat and letting him drive you to a coffee shop in the city.

The small place is buzzing with life, and the air is filled with the scent of coffee and baked goods. You are ready to go to the end of the line when his large hand finds the small of your back. His touch is warm and soft as he guides you to the counter. "But the..." you start, but he smirks, shaking his head. "I know the owner," he explains, still holding you. Mr. Barnes's whole presence hovers over you, locking out everything else. His chest brushes your shoulder as he orders for both of you. "Is it okay?" He asks, turning to you. Your stomach growls at the mention of fresh pancakes with fruits and chocolate topping. "Yes," you nod, letting him lead you to a table next to the windows.

The man almost looks comical in his expensive, black suit in the light-colored, flower-patterned environment. He is confident and comfortable, taking a seat in front of you.

"So," you start to break the silence. You are not sure what you could speak about with a gangster. "Do you come here often?" "Almost every week," he says. "Have you been here before?" "No," you shake your head. This part of the city is too expensive for your budget. The streets are full of boutiques and restaurants. A dress probably costs more than the rent of your old flat you shared with your friend. "I read in your CV that you didn't finish college," he says after a while, still waiting for your orders. "That's true," you nod. "I had a chance to work in a hotel in Europe, and after that, I didn't want to go back to school." "Where were you?" "Vienna," you reply. "I... cleaned." "So, you enjoy traveling?" "Yes," you smile. "I mean, I didn't have much chance to see the world yet, but yes." Bucky makes a mental note about it, listing all the countries and cities he wants to show you one day. "And you?" You ask. You are not sure, you can ask questions about him, but you don't want to seem rude either. "I like traveling too," he nods. "Have you been in Vegas before?" "No," you shake your head, confused about the sudden question. Why Vegas? "I have to go there soon," he explains. "And I would like you to come with me." The shock on your face is not deniable. "What? Why?" The man shrugs, leaning back on the chair with a smirk. "I need someone to help me, and you are perfect for it." He can already see you in a pretty dress with jewels highlighting your soft features. He can't help but think about a room with a mirror above the bed. Yeah, you would look good in just jewels.

The man wants to spoil you, and he will be damned if he won't do it. He just needs his Bunny to trust him enough.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

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