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#like i bought a small size shirt n it like. fits me. n i was like ough.
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Task Force 141 headcanons ; ass or tits
Trying to post somewhat consistently, so have this!!
Warnings: afab!reader , butt stuff (oral , fingering , plugs) , impact play , praise & degradation , brief mommy kink (I’m not sorry) , dirty talk , all the good stuff!
! NSFW under the cut !
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - Tits
Simon is a man that definitely enjoys larger breasts, but ultimately he’s a ‘boobs are boobs’ guy. He’s addicted to the way your plush flesh spills over the cups of your bra (he bought it for you) that fits just a little too small for your taste (he did that on purpose).
Low-cut shirts are Simon’s favourite, he takes them almost as a challenge to see how long he can stare before his dick is hard and he’s all over you. He can never last more than a few minutes, eventually shoving his large and cold hands beneath your shirt to paw at your “perfect fuckin’ tits, dovey. Can’t help but touch ‘em.”
Titty slapper. 100%. Does it as a form of punishment if you were being particularly bratty that day, starting with firm taps to get you riled up before fully administering the punishment. He’s not entirely gentle with it either, slapping until your tits are red and you’re looking all sorry ‘n teary-eyed at him. Even then, Simon doesn’t budge. If anything, he gets crueler, now pinching and pulling on your sore nipples. “C’mon, y’can take it like a big girl, can’t ya?”
Cpt. John Price - Ass
Has a thing for buttplugs, especially if they can vibrate. The first time Price turned it on while deep in your pussy, he felt his entire spine tingle and was emptying his balls into you in seconds. Was hooked ever since but never uses it often. Likes to press down on the base with his thumb when it’s buried in your ass, gruffly chuckling when your hips jerk away.
Price is a simple man, he sees you with a skirt on and he’s sauntering over to slip his rugged hands beneath the flimsy fabric and grab a handful. Not wearing any panties underneath? Even better, makes everything easier for him. He fondles your ass like it’s nothing but putty, looking over your shoulder to observe how malleable you are and groaning in your ear the whole time. “Hope you weren’t goin’ anywhere looking like this, love. Can’t have anyone lookin’ at what’s mine.”
Similar to Simon, Price uses spanking as a punishment. However, he’s not easing you into it like Simon. As soon as his patience is tested, he’s bending you over his knee to teach you a lesson. Don’t expect to leave his lap until his handprint is welted in your skin, angry and red and just the way Price likes it. “Maybe next time you’ll be obedient and listen to your Captain, yeah?”
Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish - Ass
Soap’s an ass eater, I gotta say it. He adores the soft squeal you make when his tongue strays from your drenched pussy to instead prod and lick at your asshole. He’s absolutely filthy with it too, slurping and huffing like a starved animal because the taste of you drives Soap absolutely mad.
He will slip in a finger or thumb while he’s hitting it in doggy, it always makes you clench so much tighter around his cock and Soap swears he goes dumb for a second when he feels it. “Christ, bonnie. Y’like me playin’ with your li’l ass, huh? Greedy li’l thing.”
Wear yoga pants/shorts around this man and you’re not leaving without him getting a good feel. Comes up behind you and presses his already hard dick into you, grinding against and delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His hands are merciless, groping and squeezing your pliant skin all while murmuring under his breath about how you’re “just askin’ to be fucked, walkin’ around like tha’.”
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick - Tits
Gaz would live between your boobs if he could, no matter the size. As long as he has something to latch his lips to, he has zero complaints. He could spend hours just kissing and sucking your tits if you’d let him, thinks it’s so intimate feeling how your nipple pebbles against his tongue and your heart hammers against his lips.
Push-up bras are Gaz’s bread and butter, they get him so hard and if you pair it with a low-cut shirt he’s cumming in his pants the moment his eyes find your cleavage. He cannot stop staring either, watching every delicious jiggle of your perky boobs as you do mundane tasks around the apartment. “Fuck, babe, you’re drivin’ crazy. I swear you’re doin’ it on purpose.”
Gaz is his most vulnerable when he has your tits in his mouth, and he’s not ashamed to admit that. Having Gaz in your lap, stroking his weeping cock and whispering soft praises into his ear as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, gets him closer to heaven than anything else. “You have the prettiest tits, momma. Love you so much.”
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Be a Good Teammate pt. 4
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Jessie Fleming x Reader
Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 first!
Preview: You and Jessie have dinner at her new place.
Warnings: it’s angsty yall, buckle up (just for a bit), swearing, very brief mention of sex (no descriptions, nothing like that, but it gets mentioned)
WC: 5.5k
A/N: I think this is the end of this series. I never intend to make it more than 1 part honestly, but you all enjoyed it enough so here we are at Part 4. This also ended up more angsty than I had planned so, whoops :)
It was nearing 5pm when your Uber pulled up in front of the address Jessie had sent you. You thanked the driver and hopped out. You hadn’t thought much of the address, not noticing that there wasn’t an apartment number or a unit letter attached to the end of it, so you were surprised to find yourself standing in front of a house instead of an apartment complex as you had expected.
It was a small little blue house, wood fencing all around, a good sized front yard, a few trees, it was exactly what you would expect Jessie to pick out. 
You pulled your phone out of your sweatpants pocket to let her know you had arrived. You had gotten back to the hotel, quickly thrown on a Nike sweatshirt and a fitted pair of gray joggers.
“Hi.” You look up to see Jessie walking through the doorway and down the steps toward the fence gate. You put your phone back in your pocket, not needing to let her know you were here anymore. She reached the gate, unlatched it and held it open for you to come inside. You notice that she quickly looks you up and down as you walk through into her front yard. You can’t help but do the same to her.
Jessie’s hair was down, still slightly wet from her postgame shower, she was wearing a lavender colored long sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She looked cozy, as if she was ready to cuddle up on the couch for the evening like she had mentioned wanting to do.
“You bought a house?” Your curiosity gets the best of you and you can’t help but ask. 
“Yeah, I did. I lived with Janine and her fiancé for the first few weeks while I looked at places, and then I had to leave for the gold cup and I just couldn’t find any apartment that felt like home. I started looking at houses instead once I got back. This was actually the first one I saw and I really liked it. It’s not too big, which works since it’s just me right now but has some room if I need it in the future.” Your brain wanders to the thought of Jessie having her own kids in the future, you knew she wanted them and you had seen how good she was with kids over the years. 
“Plus I figured even if I’m only here for a couple years, I can keep the house. It’s only been a few weeks but I love the area. I'd consider coming back here to settle when soccer is over.” She opened the front door, stepping back to let you walk in first. 
You slip off your shoes, placing them on the mat next to the door where Jessie’s shoes lay neatly in a row. Looking up you realize you're standing in her living room, there’s a large gray couch, a small table in front of it, a tv, a bookshelf that’s filled with books and art and other trinkets. 
“You can keep a plant alive now?” You tease her as you see she has a variety of green plants. In college you had watched her become what you described as a serial killer of plants.
“I’m getting better. A lot of them were housewarming gifts from my teammates so I maybe just haven't had enough time to kill them.” 
Stepping out of the entryway you walk over to her bookshelf, looking at the various titles, there’s a couple photos placed on the bookshelf, one with her parents after she had won the gold medal, one of her and her Chelsea teammates holding up a couple trophies, one of her and her siblings all wearing matching Christmas pajamas. The opening to the kitchen was just to your right, you step in its direction before turning to look at Jessie who was following closely behind you.
“Can I see the kitchen?” You don’t want to invade her privacy by inviting yourself to take a tour of her place.
As if she read your mind she gestures her hand in the direction of the kitchen. “Go ahead, I can just give you the whole tour now while we wait for the food, it should be on its way by now. I was also thinking we can watch the Angel City and Orlando game, only if you want it should be on at 7. ” She looks at the clock mounted on the wall. 
“Yeah that sounds good.” You reply as you step into the kitchen.
Her kitchen was cute, the same wood accent from the outside of the house scattered throughout. She offered you an ice pack for your nose as you stood looking at her fridge. You declined, having just taken the pain meds, it was bearable pain. 
As you continue to move through her house Jessie makes a few comments here and there about what she liked about the house so much, the wood flooring, the large windows that let in natural light, the little nook that she had set up to be a place to read. Hearing her talk about the little things, paint colors, furniture was so simple and yet it made you feel like you were back to your old friendship. The simple minded discussions, the joking around, all the tiny moments you would have with her, it hit you how much you really missed just her existence and company.
You get to two closed doors at the end of the hallway, you point at the one closest to you and look back at Jessie.
“Linen closet, nothing exciting unless you want to see towels.” You move your finger to point at the other. “My bedroom.”
“Oh,” You’re not sure what to say, the closed door seemed like an obvious sign to not go in. Jessie again, able to tell what was running through your head, speaks up.
“You can go in, I just close the door out of habit. I don’t have anything to hide.” Wanting to see her bedroom, you push open the door. It reminds you a little bit of her bedroom in your college apartment. Not much as far as decor, just a few special things on display throughout. Her bed in the center of the room, a nightstand on one side.
“Sorry it’s still a mess in here, I haven’t had a ton of time to dedicate to unpacking and I was more focused on the rooms everyone else would see.” You look around, trying to find the mess she was referring to. Her bed was made, no clothes scattered across the floor, no pile of clean laundry to be put away, no water bottles on bedsides, not even dust, just a few boxes stacked neatly in the corner, the one on top open as if she had been in the middle of unpacking when you had arrived.
“If this is what you consider a mess, we have completely different standards of mess.” You let out a laugh, Jessie doesn’t say anything, just gives you a smile and slow nod. 
You’re interrupted by her phone ringing, she picks it up and before answering the call she points around the corner. “If you want to see my bathroom, it's through the closet. I’ll be right back.” 
She walks out of the room and you hear her answer the call. You take a second look around her bedroom, looking at the couple of personal items that were scattered, photos of her and her Canada teammates, photos of her family, photos of skylines and nature that you assume she had taken. She has her array of cameras all neatly set on a shelf, displaying them. Making your way over to her closet you walk through to peek into her bathroom. It looked like a bathroom, nothing too special about it, a shower, toilet, a vanity with two sinks, her toothbrush, hairbrush, and other bathroom things just placed neatly around one side.
You turn back to go wait in her bedroom being done looking at the bathroom. You walk into her closet, taking a quick glance around, the closet had more boxes in it than unpacked clothing items. Each box was neatly labeled, varying in sizes, all stacked on top of one another. You look at what clothes she had unpacked, it was nearly all clothes for training, one pile had clothes with the maple leaf and the name Canada across them, the other a mix of red, green, some blue, with the thorn’s logo and Portland across them. Looking back toward the exit of the closet your eye catches on a box, more specifically the label of the box catches your eye.
It was a box with your name on it. Printed carefully along the side, in Jessie’s handwriting. You could feel your heart begin to race. You couldn’t move, your eyes staring, your own name looking back at you. Why did she have a box with your name on it? 
“Foods here.” You didn’t even hear Jessie coming, the sound of your blood rushing through your ears muffling outside noises. She comes around the corner, you quickly look away, not wanting her to see you and think you were snooping through her stuff. You weren’t, but you could see how it could look suspicious, but then again she was the one with a box labeled for you. She must’ve seen your sudden movement as she looks at you with a questioning look, then at where the box sat, you see the moment she knows you’ve seen the box. Her eyes widen and dart back to you. You expect her to say something, she does, just not about the box.
“It’s on the kitchen table.” Her face returns to a relaxed state, almost emotionless.
“Perfect.” Mirroring her behavior you decide maybe you’ll both just pretend that box doesn’t exist. Maybe you’ll just let it eat away at you for years, just like you had done with your feelings for the girl. You follow her out of the closet and bedroom back down the hallway and into the kitchen. 
You both make a plate, grab a water, and sit down at her kitchen table. She sits first and you’re then forced to make the choice between sitting next to her or across from her. You decide on sitting across, hoping she doesn’t judge your choice. It’s quiet for the first few minutes, just the sound of silverware. Jessie keeps her eyes down, looking very interested in the plate of food sitting before her. You knew it was going to be awkward, seeing her in a non-football setting for the first time in so long, you were prepared for the small talk, asking about your family, your friends, the weather, you weren’t prepared for whatever this was. Both of you sitting here thinking about that box brought a whole different level of unexpected discomfort, it was making you itch.
“Your girlfriend doesn’t mind you having a box with another girl's name on it?” Unable to hold it in any longer, you let the question come out, you quickly kick yourself for asking that way, bringing her girlfriend into this conversation. Jessie picks up her head and puts her fork down.
“She’s not my girlfriend anymore.” Choosing the wrong time to take a sip from your glass you choke slightly causing a coughing fit. Jessie just looks at you as you try to calm down. Once you stop coughing she continues muttering the words, “and she actually did mind. A lot.”
Your brain is spinning, you heard her keep talking but your mind kept repeating the words she had spoken “not my girlfriend anymore”.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you split.”  You now feel guilty for bringing up the girl.
“Of course you didn’t, you stopped talking to me, you didn’t get to have the privilege of knowing that we split.” Her tone of voice was shifting, becoming annoyed. Wanting to ask more but also not wanting to pry on a relationship you barely knew about.
“Why didn’t you just get rid of the stuff? If that would’ve made her happy?”
“I don’t know.” She pauses looking down at her hands. “I mean I do, it’s,” she sighs. “To be fair it wasn’t just the box, she had always been a little suspicious of our relationship, I told her the truth, that there’s never been anything between us, we didn’t have a history. And she believed me, I think, at least at the start. But then when you stopped talking to me, she’d catch me watching your games, checking up on you, looking at old photos of us, and she eventually found some clothing of yours that I had put away, along with the notes we used to write each other, the birthday cards, the Polaroids, everything. I wasn’t intentionally hiding but it was out of sight out of mind for me. I didn’t need the constant reminder that I had been dumped by my best friend. She again made the assumption that we had dated, or at least had slept together. She read the letters claiming friends to talk to each other in that manner. That was just the start of the mess.”
Nodding along to her story, you try to show her you’re paying attention, and you were, it was just hard when your mind was drifting to a hundred different thoughts. 
 “And then the rumors started about my transfer. I hadn’t told her about it, I hadn't even mentioned the idea of leaving London. I wasn’t even sure it was going to go through, it was a lot of money for Portland and I was waiting on visas and medical and all that bureaucracy and we got into an argument about it. She accused me of moving for the wrong reasons, she brought up you.” Jessie pauses for a minute as if to collect her thoughts before she continues.
“ I then said some things about you I shouldn’t have said to her and then it was over with her shortly after.” The volume of her voice drops as she rushed her words at the end of her sentence.
“You could’ve just thrown it all out at the start, if that would’ve fixed things with her, I wouldn’t have known.” Your statement is true, you didn’t even know she had kept all those things you wouldn’t have known if she had gotten rid of them.
“It wasn’t that easy, I know we weren’t talking, and like I said we weren’t even friends, but fuck I missed you so much. You were my best friend for nearly 5 years, only to get dropped without a reason and I was mad at you, sure but I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of that box of stuff.”
“There was a reason, I hope you know that.”
“Well you didn't give me a reason, if you just would’ve told me I could’ve fixed it or apologized or something. Instead I just had to sit and run through every decision I had ever made questioning where I went wrong with you, what I did to hurt you.” You can see tears welding in her eyes as she continues to stare at you, despite the tears, her eyes are cold and make you feel tiny under her gaze.
You stayed sitting, staring back at her, having no clue on what to say to her, stuck between wanting to apologize and also wanting to yell back at her. You silence allows her to continue.
“I would’ve done anything to have you back in my life, all you had to do was ask, but it felt like you wanted nothing to do with me. And that fucking hurt.” Her fist comes down hard on the table, it startles you, making you sit back away from where you had been leaning against the table. You cross your arms as you sit back and bow your head to stare down.
“I couldn’t ask.” It comes out quiet, from your mouth almost as if it was an accident.
“What?”
“I couldn’t ask you to fix it, it wouldn’t have been fair.” Speaking louder you bring your head back up to look at her.
Now it’s her turn to say nothing. She looks from you to where her hands sat on the table. She just waits, giving you the space to give her more information. You know you owe her the explanation, what you don’t expect is the word vomit that comes out once you start.
“I couldn’t ask you to break up with her, I couldn’t tell you I was jealous of her, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you those things, you seemed so happy with her, it wouldn’t have been fair. I had my chance for 4 years before she existed to tell you and I didn’t, but I also couldn’t stand seeing you so happy with her, it tore me apart, I wanted you to be happy and you were. It just sucked that you were happy with someone else. It sucked trying to be a supportive friend, I hated having to hear about your dates, and hearing about your first kiss, and I really hated having to hear all about the first time you two fucked.” The last word coming off with extra emphasis, the memory of her call to you after their night together briefly plays in your mind, only making you more upset.
“I hated it Jessie, but I sat through it for as long as I could because I wanted to be there for you. I wanted to be a good friend to you. I wanted to still be your best friend but I couldn’t and all I wanted was for her to no longer exist. I started to think horrible things about her and your relationship and that’s when I knew I needed to take a step back for my own health. I was no longer being a good friend to you. So I stepped back.” Your voice was loud, you were slightly out of breath barely stopping between words as you yelled across toward her, you’re not sure why you were yelling, you weren’t trying to yell at her. It wasn’t her fault she had found someone to make her happy that wasn’t you. But the past year of frustration had built and built and unfortunately this was the time the wall broke, and here you were practically shouting at Jessie across her own kitchen table.
Jessie doesn’t say anything. She stands up from the table, the sound of her chair scraping the floor was the only noise in an otherwise silent room. Grabbing her own empty plate and then extending her hand she offers to take yours. You pass it to her. She walks them over to the sink, putting them down, running the water over them. You stand up, not wanting to feel like a terrible house guest, you start packing the leftovers back up. You open the fridge door and place them inside. The water shuts off and Jessie puts the plates on a mat to dry. She walks past you, not saying anything as she moves into the living room. You hear the noise of the couch, assuming she has sat down you take a few steps toward the other room. 
She’s sitting on the couch, bent over with her head in her hands. Her thumb is rubbing against her temple and she’s bouncing her knees. Leaning against the doorway you stay quiet, you feel bad for yelling at her, seeing her overwhelmed like this because of you, tugged on your heart. You wanted to rush to her side and hug her but you also knew that would probably be the worst thing you could do. You stayed put, leaned against the wall just watching her. She lets out a large breath and then sits up. 
“What?” 
“I didn’t,” you shake your head, not sure what she’s asking. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
“I know, but you look like you want to, so what? Just say it. Don’t be a coward again.” Her words are harsh, insulting you in a way she hadn’t ever before. To be fair to her you realized you had also never yelled at her before either.
“I’m not a coward.”
“Hiding your feelings for 6 whole years, 5 of those years when we were best friends feels a little cowardly, but that’s just my opinion.” You hadn’t seen Jessie like this often, especially towards you, she was almost being mean, not caring what she said to you or how she was saying it. 
“Fine, what did you say about me to her? Before you broke up, you said that you said stuff to her about me that you shouldn’t have. What did you say?” You can’t help but ask, the question of what she had said had been sitting in your brain since she mentioned it.
When Jessie doesn’t respond right away you push her. “Don’t be a coward.” You mock her tone from earlier using her own words. She rolls her eyes at you.
“She accused me of moving to try and be closer to you, she said I wanted to rekindle our relationship. And by that point I couldn’t take her nagging about you anymore and so I was honest with her. I told her the reason I had kept all of your stuff, the reason I checked up on you, the reason I would look at old photos of us, even though you didn’t care about me anymore. I had to tell her my memories of you were comforting for me.” She looks you in the eyes for a second before looking down at her hands.
“Those memories felt like home, that you felt like home. And I then had to tell her that was something I had never felt with her.”
You’re not sure how to respond, trying to process all of Jessie’s words before saying anything back to her. You move off the wall and sit down on the couch, putting some distance between where you both sat.
“Naturally, admitting having feelings for someone else to your current partner doesn’t go over well so that was the end of that.” She mumbles as you sit down.
“You have feelings for me?” Maybe you had heard her wrong, doubting that this conversation was actually happening. She slowly blinks at you.
“Did they check you for a concussion after the hit?” Her question only confuses you more. 
“What?” 
“Oh my god.” Jessie throws her hands up. “Yes, I have feelings for you. That’s what I just said, I just didn’t really know that they were those kinds of feelings until you stopped talking to me and I realized how important you were and that it felt like I was missing a part of me that no one besides you could fill. And then I had her, and that was fine for a little bit, but she wasn’t you.”
You have half a thought to call her out, call her a coward the way she had to you for hiding her own feelings, but decide against it. 
The silence takes over the room, you’re not sure what to say to her. What do you say to someone you’ve been secretly in love with for 5 years when they finally admit they want you back? Where do you even start to make up for the time you both wasted? Where do you go from this conversation? 
Thankfully you don’t have to figure it out at that moment as both your phone and Jessie’s vibrate and light up, both of you reviving the notification that the Angel City and Orlando game was set to start. 
Jessie looks up from reading the notification, “Do you still want to watch the game? I understand if you don’t, I probably wouldn’t want to stay around someone who called me a coward.” 
“I want to stay, if that’s okay. You can yell at me and call me whatever, but just being around you has really made me realize how much I’ve missed your company. So, I’d like to stay if you’ll let me?” 
“Of course.” She reaches for the remote on her coffee table and points it toward the tv turning it on.
“Can I get that ice pack you offered earlier?” No longer caught up in the intense conversation you feel the pain from your nose starting to return in full force. Jessie tosses the tv remote in your direction and hops up from the couch immediately, rushing to her freezer. She comes back with an ice pack, a bag of frozen veggies, a towel, and a bottle of pain meds. 
“Do you want to just sit and hold it or lay down? I can get you a different pillow. I brought the towel in case the direct ice is too cold. And if you want these.” She gives the bottle of medicine a shake. “I also wasn’t sure if the ice pack would sit nicely on your face so I got this.” She holds out the package of frozen vegetables to you. 
“Yeah that’ll actually probably work best.” You take it from her hand. “Thanks.” You add. She placed the pain meds on the coffee table and leaves to put the other ice pack back in the freezer. You use the remote to find the game, and Jessie returns as they commentators start talking about the starting lineups for each side.
When Jessie sits down you notice she sits a lot closer to you then the two of you had been before. Your hips and thighs are only inches apart. She leans back and puts her feet up onto the table. 
You both sit in what is now a more comfortable silence, watching the game. You both make comments here and there about footwork, ball movement, passes, shots, critiquing and complementing the players. At halftime Jessie stands up, takes the now thawed bag of vegetables from you and brings it back to the freezer. She comes back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and waters.
When she sits back down, she closes the gap between the two of you. The outside of her leg now resting against the outside of yours. She places the popcorn bowl so that it rests on both of you. Jessie leans back to rest against the back of the couch and you do the same. The game starts back up again, you both focusing your attention back to the tv. 
It only takes 5 minutes into the second half for you to feel Jessie shift in her seat. She’s moving only slightly but being hyper aware that she’s pressed up against you, you can’t help but notice her movements. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel her lean her head over, placing it to rest on your shoulder, leaving her body more forcefully against yours. Your whole body tenses, not wanting to move and disturb her. 
You stay like this for a couple minutes. Deciding you couldn’t let her make all the moves you glance down to see Jessie’s hands resting on top of each of her thighs. You place your own hands in the same position, then move the one closest to her, in her direction. You move just as slow as she had until your pinky finger is hovering just over hers. You slowly let your hand fall on top of hers, she doesn’t pull away, or tell you off. Instead she flips her hand so her palm is now facing up. Eager to finish what you had started you now quickly move your hand, interlocking your fingers with hers. You wait a minute, then let the pad of your thumb gently rub against her thumb.
You stayed in that position, holding her hand, her head resting on your shoulder as the two of you watched the remainder of the game. Wanting more time with Jessie you desperately were hoping for an insane amount of added time, unfortunately only 3 minutes are added and the game is quick to end.
Jessie pulls her head off your shoulder, sitting up with a yawn.
“I should probably get back.” You say, realizing it was nearing 9pm and while you didn’t have a curfew, you still didn’t want to be caught coming back too late by any of your teammates knowing you’d never hear the end of it, especially since they knew you were at Jessie's.
“Right.” Jessie stands up from the couch and flips a light on. The sun had gone down as you watched the game and the two of you were in the dark without the light from the tv. She holds her hand out to you, you take it and stand up. You quickly pull out your phone and order an Uber, thankful you were in a larger city and your ride would be here in less than 5 minutes. You move toward the door, bending down to slip your shoes on before standing up facing Jessie. 
“It feels weird to say that I had a really good time tonight with all the yelling that happened, but I did. I had a really good time with you Jessie.” You smile at her.
“I had a good time too, this was nice. I’ve missed you.” She replies to you. She holds her arms out to you, offering a hug. You take a step toward her, leaning in to wrap your arms around her waist as she places hers on your shoulders. You stay hugging, longer than a normal friend’s goodbye hug would be. You both release the hold on each other but you don’t move back from her. You stay face to face, your eyes staring back at her brown ones. 
Much to your surprise Jessie is the one who makes the move. One of her hands comes up to your cheek, her fingers are warm and soft on your skin. Her eyes break contact with yours dropping to your lips quickly and then back up. She starts to lean in but stops just moments before your lips would connect.
“Is this okay?” Her voice is barely audible, quieter than a whisper. 
“Yes.” Before you have a second to think about kissing her it’s already happening. It’s a gentle kiss, her lips just placed on top of yours. She starts to pull away a second later, but you let your head chase her lips, giving her a bit more forceful of a kiss. In doing so, you bump your nose against hers causing you to pull back quickly from her, hand coming to clutch your nose.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I forgot about your nose.” Jessie’s eyes are wide as her hand comes to rest on the forearm of the hand holding your face.
“It’s okay Jess, that was my fault, I forgot too for a second.” You wipe your hand under your nose and look down at your fingers making sure you’re not bleeding again. “It’s not crooked or anything right?”
“No, but those black eyes are starting to come in.” Her eyes dart between both of yours. You both let out a small laugh and then are left in silence.
“I’d like to take you out sometime, on a proper date, if you’d want that?” You look at her hopeful she’ll want to continue whatever the two of you started.
“I do, I want that.” She smiles back at you, you let out a sigh of relief. 
“Okay.” You can’t help but smile big back at her.
“Okay.” She just repeats your words.
“I should be going.” You repeat your words from earlier, you knew you had to go, you just didn’t want to.
Jessie moves her hand from your forearm up to your face to grab your chin. You think for a second she’s going to kiss you again but then she’s pushing your head away from her and to the side. She moves in and places her lips on your cheek. 
“Once your nose is healed you can have more on the lips.”  She says teasingly. The gentle gesture has you blushing more than the kisses to your lips did. She releases your face and you see her eyes look at your cheeks, the blush growing. You turn quickly facing the door, grabbing the handle and stepping out. 
“Goodnight Jessie.” 
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diejager · 18 days
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hi so big fan :D, im terribly obsessed with literally all of your cod fics but oh my god stepdad könig + horangi drives me nuts-
just wanted to throw an idea in your brain because i cant stop thinking about it but imagine if reader used to go braless around the house (because its just her n mom) but after the introduction of 2 new unfamiliar guys in the house she puts on a bra when she leaves her room (but she also forgets sometimes and they call her a tease for it)
With time however, with all the fucking and the constant attention horangi and könig have been giving her nipples, theyre so fucking sensitive she like shudders when they scrape on surfaces on accident (ex. the edge of a table, fabric of her clothes) so she starts wearing a bra all the time to stop that from happening but könig and horangi don't like that so they take ALL her bras-
oh also another idea that popped up but what if reader who usually dresses rather tomboyish/masc also occasionally enjoys wearing very fem/provocative outfits. BUT könig and horangi have only ever seen reader wear masc outfits since theyve known each other. reader still wears her fem outfits but now she wears it under a bulky jacket and baggy jeans and changes out of it in uni/public toilet.
so like one day horangi is out and has to do a double take on reader out in public because they dont recognize them in their outfit (ex. a form-fitting sundress or a mini skirt with sheer tights and cute leg warmers) and he remembers reader leaving the house in something else. fuck i just know könig and horangi are going to get SOOOO many ideas on how to punish reader for that.
any ways thats it from me love ya <3
Hii, I looked at your illustrations and I LOVE them, they’re all so clean and nice.
Cw: DARKFIC, STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, size kink, possessive behaviour, delusional, tell me if I missed any.
König used to enjoy stripping you, the act of ripping your bra off and watch your breasts sway from his rough treatment. There was something empowering to it, a show of dominance and possession over you when he could strip you naked under him or watch Horangi straddle you and pull your shirt and bra off, sliding your panties down your thighs. He found pleasure in doing so when you walked around in baggy clothes, hiding your shape and curves from his hungry eyes, it was like unwrapping a long-awaited present that he’d been teased with for so, so long.
If he was especially lucky, he’d find you without a bra, your perky nipples pressing against his chest or peaking under your shirt, two small and hard nubs that tempted him with the prospect of something sweet to bite and suck. He liked admiring them, all swollen and slick with his or Horangi’s saliva, spitting or letting drool fall on your tits while they fucked you, marking your sensitive skin with the indentation of their teeth and dark splotches all across your chest. You always whined about it hurting, pushing them away with frail arms, fighting with weak hits and slow kicks. What you thought would be a deterrent, was fuel to their growing hunger, they were men who liked the fight, the struggle, a prey that wouldn’t fall too easily.
But now, he was growing annoyed that you always wore a bra, like an incessant pest that slowed him down from getting to his prize, even Horangi had complained about it and how intricate your choice of bra straps you bought, all the complicated knots and crosses that made their job much harder than it should when they were pleasuring you. How could you make it so difficult for them? They always made you come, their thick girth splitting you in half and filling you in hot and bitter cum. They tried talking you out of wearing bras, but in your rebellious phase, you glared and ignored their words. There wasn’t much they could do to convince you to stop wearing them, there wasn’t truly anything they could hold against you. So they took them away, making you ask for them if you wanted to wear one and it had to be reasonable.
It seemed that you didn’t like their decision, coming to them for a bra every two day to go out, it left them watching you walk out the door in nothing but jeans, a shirt under your jacket, headphones holding your cap down and a backpack slung over your shoulder, hanging low on your back. It irked him that you always hid your beautiful body, something you should be proud of showing off, but perhaps it was to keep your body for themselves, to dance and writhe in your nude for them only, a treasure that only König and Horangi were privy to. He figured it was something he should be proud of.
Then Horangi told him how he found you in a short skirt and a shirt that rode up your abdomen and showed your pretty bra if you raised your arms, the soft jacket you left home slung around your shoulders, dipping low enough to show your back, but your jeans, shirt and cap were gone, stuffed in the now-filled bag. König couldn’t help but mimic the deep sneer on Horangi’s face, teeth tearing into his lip at your audacity of wearing such promiscuous attire for the world to see and hiding yourself from them. It made them wrathful, a deep-seated anger and envy that boiled until you got home, changed into the same baggy clothes you left with. This warranted a punishment, to teach you a lesson about lying to them and holding out on them. 
“Come here, du scheiß Gör,” König growled, glaring at your shuddering figure. [you fucking brat.]
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noroi1000 · 1 year
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Yo! Can u do Boyfriend Gojo × Y/N
Where they get bored n then y/n suggests to do a fun role-playing game for passing time where she acts like a waitress welcoming gojo in her restaurant(imaginary) n he sits on the couch imagining it as luxurious chair of the restaurant or smtg n when she asks him "what would u like to eat sir?" He says "I would love to eat You~" then y/n becomes shocked n goes like "Gojo ur literally a customer in a Restaurant so act like one!" N then he gives some cocky reply like "isn't the work of a waiter is to listen to the customer?" then he makes things heated n then... ;)
(No need to write same exact dialogs btw I just wrote them for a reference)
Make it NSFW obv hehe 🍡
Thx in Advance I will be waiting for the reply ;)
Homemade Maid Cafe
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Paring: Gojo x reader
pictures not mine!
Warnings: smut (sex on table, maid outfit, role-playing)
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"(y/n)-chan, (y/n)-chan! Let's play something!"
You looked at your boyfriend who was standing next to you. Preventing you from leaving the wall you were standing against.
"A maid cafe?" you asked.
"Yeah! You know... I'm bored." He laughed.
"I noticed, Satoru. Also, I've seen you looking at descriptions about coffee shops like this." You said, waiting for what he would say next.
"You know, I was thinking... And I feel like playing role-play..." He muttered with a smile.
"It'll be dinner soon. But I'll play with you." You said looking towards the kitchen. Hoping to escape before he catches you.
Such fun always ends with one...
Especially if you're going to play it with him...
He put his hand on the wall behind you.
"Honey, you just recently said you were bored. Me too. So we can play something. Now." He smiled. "Besides, it's good. We will eat dinner. How about you be my waitress?"
You looked at him blushing. Even if you proposed it to him.
You know what he means...
Whenever he's bored, his thoughts come out as something perverted. When he's not trying to convince you to have sex, he's saying something related to it. Or touches you.
And this is something like this.
Or maybe he just wants something like this?
You won't know until you see it.
"Fine... What should I do?" you asked, watching his smile grow bigger every second.
He left for a while and then came back, handing you a transparent package with a maid's outfit inside.
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"You've prepared for this, haven't you?"
You picked up the outfit.
You don't know if he was tying the right size.
Besides, you know exactly that he knows your clothes sizes. So it's no wonder he brings you outfits that fit.
But it's a bit smaller.
And you know exactly why. This man loves to watch you put on his clothes. He feels so proud then. And you look nice wearing his shirt hanging off your body. Or that his shirt sticks to your breasts sometimes. Especially when you don't wear a bra and your nipples stick out.
Then shivers run down his spine and the heat only goes between his legs, pumping blood to the body part he's been using too much on you already.
And even more, he loves to see you in clothes that cling to your body. Showing him every roundness.
At least this outfit is not a variety for a small child. You'll fit in it easily.
You're only concerned about the length of the skirt.
He might as well have bought it at a sex shop. And in such a store there are no other outfits than those that are too short, revealing too much, or those that have holes in the material in places other than just for legs, arms and head.
"I've been wondering what you'd look like in this for a while."
You took your clothes to the bathroom and started changing.
When you left, you saw him sitting on the couch with his legs spread. And in front of him was the low table that had been in the living room for as long as you can remember.
"You look beautiful!" He said cheerfully.
"Sir, it's not nice to comment so loudly on the waitress' outfit." You said getting into the role.
If he laughs at it, you'll burn with shame.
Or you burn him.
You could have made up a funeral game or an accountant game. Nah... If you were playing funeral and the table or the bed was a fake coffin, he'd jump on you and start fucking you...
If you were playing accounting, he'd make you change into a skirt, shirt, and jacket, and he'd throw you on the desk and fuck you. So either way, it's going to end badly.
At least now while you're his "waitress", you can go up to him, ask him what he wants to eat, then you'll serve him his dinner, and that's it...
"You should sit at the kitchen table. It would look more like a restaurant." You said pointing to the chairs.
"Nope. I'm in a fancy restaurant where I'm sitting on the couch. And I'm served by the most beautiful waitress." He smiled wildly, looking at your body over his glasses.
"Fine." You reached into the apron you were wearing and pulled out the small notebook that came with it.
You walked over to him.
"What would you like to eat, sir?" You asked.
Maybe he'll like this game if you fit your role perfectly.
He was staring at the table with his fingers on his chin.
You thought he was thinking about what's for dinner tonight so he could say it.
He suddenly smiled and looked at you.
"Oh, I know. I'd like to order an orange juice." he said looking at you.
You wrote it down in a little notebook.
"What to eat?" You asked with a pen ready to write on a piece of paper.
"I'd like to eat you~."
You widened your eyes at his perverted comment.
You looked at him and, shocked, decided to step out of your role for a moment to tell him your opinion.
"Satoru, you are literally a restaurant customer. So act like a customer!" you said before clearing your throat. "So what would you like to eat?"
"I want to eat you, baby."
You thought you'd break a pink pen in your hand when you heard that.
"You should not -".
He interrupted you.
"Excuse me, but isn't a waiter's job to listen to the customer?" There was still a smile on his face.
You decided to stay calm and continue.
"Today I'm offering you baked chicken with vegetables." You said with a smile.
"No thanks. I feel like something different today."
"What is this?"
You wanted to come over and throw that pen at him if he said anything about eating you.
"Something sweet."
You nodded. It was normal.
"What exactly?" you asked.
"Uhm... your sweet pussy~."
You clenched your fists and wanted to punch him.
But how much he only mentioned about fucking you made you wet.
Why don't you play his game?
It can be interesting and enjoyable.
"What exactly do you want, sir?" You asked again.
"Your body now on this table. No panties, pussy towards me."
More moisture gathered between your legs.
"Perhaps you prefer chicken, though? I recommend it." You said with a smile.
Suddenly he got up.
"No. I want my order. That's what I said. Unless you want me to talk to your boss."
Oh yes, you want to play this game.
"boss? Why boss, sir? I don't want to lose my job. Chicken is our dish of the day..." you said softly. Getting into the role too much.
A dangerous customer in a restaurant? Oh yes.
"I want my order. I'll come for chicken another time. I know it's probably delicious." he replied.
"Please sir-."
"I'm going to the boss. Guide me. I'll turn to him and you will be punished."
"Oh no! Please! Don't tell the boss! I will be a good waitress. I don't want to lose this job. Please sir~."
Hearing your sounds made his cock harden in his pants.
"Will you be a good little waitress and fill my order? I'm really hungry. And really generous. I'll tip you for a job well done." He said as he sat back on the couch.
He spread his legs, showing how comfortable he felt.
This game was interesting...
You walked over to the empty table in front of him and slowly pulled your panties off.
You knelt in front of him, grabbing his sweatpants and pulling the material down.
Allowing the hard, standing cock to pop out.
"Here is your order. I hope you will enjoy the service and the meal."
Saying that, you opened your mouth, letting the mushroom pink tip into your mouth. Listening to his contented purr.
  As your pussy dripped from how aroused you were by sucking him, he pushed your face away.
He let you straighten up as you knelt in front of him.
"Is that what you ordered?" You asked innocently.
"Yeah. The appetizer was perfect. Please give me the main course." he said with a smile and gestured for you to turn around.
He pushed you gently onto the table until your breasts were pressed against the wood.
He pushed the couch with his foot so he could kneel behind you and have plenty of room.
He lifted your skirt and curved it, arranging the fabric so it wouldn't get in the way.
He put his knee between your calves, signaling you to spread your legs.
As you did, he also placed his other knee between your calves, widening your stance even a little more.
Grabbing his cock, he placed the tip against your shiny pussy, sliding down your hole and slapping against your clit.
"Mhm~ The main course looks delicious~." he murmured before inserting the tip into you
You purred as you lay on the table, feeling him slowly fill you up and then pull you out to hit you deep next time.
"A sweet waitress like you is perfect for customer service." He said placing his hands on your hips, lifting them slightly. He held to get the leverage so he could fuck you at a fast pace.
The moisture that gathered in your warm core allowed him to do so.
"This is a perfectly prepared meal. Nothing is dry. It's juicy and delicious. I want to eat a dish like this more often~" he moaned pulling your hips closer as he fucked you.
As you moaned, you searched for anything to put your hands there.
You found the corner of the table with one hand.
His hips hit yours at breakneck speed. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
The fact that your body was pressed against the table made the table scrape on the floor. And you, too, felt the strength and speed of his thrusts.
Your belly, or rather lower abdomen, was pressed against the wood. That's why you felt even more clearly how he pressed deep inside you, in a straight line. Reaching even deeper.
Even if your eyes were watery, behind your mouth drooling, you found your way to his body with your hand.
And you put your hand right over his cock.
The way you could feel the veins under his skin under your fingers. And the fine pubic hair he sometimes doesn't shave off. Not that it bothers you.
He slowly began to stretch out. He left only the tip inside, but as he moved, his cock snapped back, slamming the tip wet in your fluids into his stomach.
Thus touching your hand.
"You're a nice waitress. I'm a generous customer, and in return for such a delicious meal, I'll tip you."
He suddenly thrust into you again, moving inside you even faster. Making you scream and cry as you lay on the table. Your legs twitched as you tried to tighten them, but his knees prevented you from doing so.
You couldn't stop a client who was making your pussy spasm. That held you in place and prevented you from changing position.
His tip for you was too nice.
As he placed his thumb on your clit, you reached for his wrist to stop him.
But before you could push his fingers away, you came, spilling your juices all over him. Tightening it, alternately pushing out waves of your wetness that made it so slippery. However, he continued to move within you. But he slowed down to only slow thrusts so as not to leave you empty.
Then he pulled a length of it out of you with a loud, wet sound.
Your body was shaking and your face was red. When he touched the tip of your pussy, you let out a soft moan.
He covered wet length with his boxers, and lifted you off the floor.
Swinging you gently over his shoulder.
"I think I'd like some more dessert. I've got a craving for that pussy. It looks sweet and delicious~."
You can't... Especially with his mouth pressing into your pussy...
But well, your client is your master. You listen to what your boyfriend/customer says.
Humming, he went to your bedroom.
Oh... You forgot to bring him the orange juice he wanted...
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vminizzle · 11 months
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Appreciation
Bangtan’s reactions to their s/o feeling insecure about having small breasts
genre : fluff, humour
warnings : feeling of insecurity ( that’s all I guess )
words count : 1.5k
A/N : hi hi lovely people, first of all I wanna apologize for not being able to update the upcoming works I was supposed to post since last week. I was late due to my exams. I was free and decided to post this. Since I wrote “show you - jjk”, I also wanted to make little drabbles for each members. I want to precise, that it’s just fiction. I bet they would react that way lmao.It’s not really mature content. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. I really hope you guys will like it :) love yourself and I love y’all. - sunny
FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED 🪴
❁ Namjoon || 0.2k
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You were scrolling on your phone mindlessly when you suddenly stopped, looking at a picture of a girl. Her photoshoot for a lingerie brand.
Her bra was hugging her plump breasts so well. She looked so gorgeous.
Namjoon was sat on the bed next to you, his computer on his lap working like usual.
He didn’t notice you palming your breasts, inspecting them.
You suddenly turned toward him catching his attention.
“Joon..” you started hesitantly.
“my breasts are small..Don’t you think so?” you looked away shyly playing with your fingers when he finally made eye contact.
“Not to sound ridiculous but like, they’re flat like a board. It’s like they are non-existent.. I’m sorry.” you complained getting a bit mad at yourself.
Namjoon closed his laptop, putting it on the nightstand.
He smiled at you softly as he took your hands in his gently.
“baby, let me tell you something.” he started, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb softly.
“I love your chest. They’re perfect the way they are. Stop being so disrespectful with your body. Your body is beautiful. Honestly, I found your breasts adorable, the skin is so soft and smooth… I just want to kiss them! Take your shirt off right now! ” he pulled on the hem of your shirt attacking you with little kisses on your cheek making you smiled widely.
❁ Jin || 0.2k
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You were casually sitting on the couch with your husband next to you.
You looked at him as he rested his head gently on your shoulder his eyes glued to the tv screen.
His head pulling a little on your oversized shirt, slid the cotton material down your shoulder slightly revealing a bit your cleavage.
You were about to fix it when your eyes travelled down to your breasts.
You stared at them for awhile, noting and appreciating the smooth skin, the shape but.. the size.
”babe ..” you called softly.
Jin hummed, eyes still glued on the screen waiting for you to continue.
“how do you find my chest?.. i mean my boobs. They honestly seem so small. Aren’t they?“ you sighed throwing your head back in frustration.
Jin looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed.
“do..do you like them? they..” you sighed not knowing what to say anymore.
Jin was surprised by your sudden questions as he sat up properly to look at you.
He turned you a bit to face him, looking into your eyes his hands caressing their ways up your arms slowly as he replied.
“are you for real right now? I love your breasts, they look so good in my hands, look!”
One of his hand cupped one of your boob, this one fitting perfectly into his grip.
“See! They’re perfect!”
❁ Yoongi || 0.2k
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You let your body fall onto the bed next to Yoongi. This one laying on his stomach scrolling on his phone.
You bought a new bra recently and let’s say it doesn’t fit decently.
The material didn’t even cup your breasts properly since they were too small for it.
No, correction : the bra was too large. Yes it was the bra that was too large.
You sighed running your fingertips on the pretty lacy material. The action didn’t go unnoticed to Yoongi as he glanced at you quickly.
You sighed again throwing your head back deep into the pillow, making him put his phone aside crawling next to you.
"what is it kitten?“ he caressed your stomach gently.
“my breasts too small.” you whined.
“the bra can’t cup them properly. My chest is so flat. I can’t even grab my own boobs the fuck.”
You groaned loudly as you played with his soft hair unconsciously.
“yea I know. When I try to grab them it’s kind of difficult but I’m used to it now. Don’t worry kitten, they’re pretty that way.” he kissed your tummy before grinning up at you.
“dickhead.” you slapped his head.
“yours.” he slapped your thigh back.
❁ Hoseok || 0.1k
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You were looking at yourself in the full lenght mirror in the bedroom, eyes glued on your chest, eyebrows furrowed, hands on your hips.
“why?” you whined loudly.
Hoseok entered the bedroom, walking to you, hugging you from behind.
“wow. Is that new?” he pointed to your bra, touching the strap.
“yes.” you pouted.
“woah, you look so cute baby.” he kissed your neck softly.
“babe.” you let your head fall back on his shoulder.
“hm tell me?” he hugged you tighter.
“my breasts are too small for the bra. Look at them.” you closed your eyes disappointed.
Hoseok looked down at your cleavage, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“cute.” he muttered before looking back at you in the mirror.
“They are like mine. We are matching” he said genuinely with a big smile, trying to comfort you.
He stood next to you, placing his hands flat on his own chest.
“look.” he lifted his face confidently.
“we’re made for each other.” he looked at you grinning making you laugh at his words.
❁ Jimin || 0.2k
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You and Jimin were sat on the bed, watching a movie peacefully on his laptop.
Your eyes kept on focusing on the girl in bikini, you could only noticed the way her breasts were bouncing everytime she was jumping in excitement.
You looked down, peeking inside your oversized shirt.
Jimin noticed you were distracted, not knowing what you were thinking about.
“baby?” he called softly.
He got no response.
“y/n?” he called again.
You finally looked at him cheeks burning as you started playing with the hem of your shirt.
“What is it? Is everything’s ok?” he asked a bit concerned.
“my breasts seem so… I don’t know, small?” you muttered feeling weird.
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows staring at you.
“I’m sorry, what?” he asked genuinely confused.
“my boobs.” you muttered again, gesturing to your chest.
He looked down still confused not knowing what to say or to do.
“they’re so small. I can’t .. it’s like I don’t even need a bra. They’re literally so useless i’m-”
Jimin shushed you stopping your blabbing, getting closer to you, a beautiful smile decorating his pretty plump lips.
“I wish I had your chest so stop complaining! I love your breasts!” he acted offended touching his own chest making you both laugh at his gesture.
“Listen, don’t. They are perfect the way they are. Please don’t think that way. They are the perfect size.” he smiled before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.
“Don’t ever doubt about it anymore, you heard me?” he ordered gently making you nodded confidently.
❁ Taehyung || 0.2k
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You sat down on the carpeted floor discouraged. Just thinking about your colleagues gave you headache.
Today at work, they were all talking about the way their new blouses hugged their bodies perfectly. Their breasts were practically popping out of it.
Why were them talking about that? Simply because a stupid guy from your company complimented a stupid girl about her outfit.
It was completely ridiculous. Why would they talk like that? You felt like sh–
“Darling, I’m home.” you heard Taehyung walking into your bedroom.
He smiled as he walked to you.
“baby?” he kneeled down in front of you.
He froze as he observed you.
“what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asked tilting his head to the side, one hand grabbing yours.
“work… colleagues talked about boobs.” you muttered making Taehyung looked at you confused, his other hand caressing your head.
“They were talking about how their breasts looked so perfect into the new blouses our company gave us. Look at mine.” you got up from the floor standing before your husband.
“I look like a fucking ghost.” you sighed heavily.
Taehyung stood up taking you in his arms for a warm hug, hands stroking your back slowly.
“My breasts are so fucking small.” you hugged him back, feeling disappointed.
“first of all you’re beautiful in that new blouse of yours and.”
He backed away a little to look at you, fingers playing with the bottons of your blouse.
“let me touch them so I can check if they are small or not.” he pursed his lips making you rolled your eyes playfully.
“they’re perfect, you’re perfect.” he said smiling.
❁ Jungkook || 0.1k
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You and Jungkook were cuddling peacefully, enjoying each other’s company.
Pulling you closer to his warm body, he started leaving little kisses on the back of your neck before burying his head on your back again, his arms tightening around you.
You smiled looking at his arms wrapped around your middle. Your eyes drifted from his strong grip to your chest.
Being honest, you don’t look at your chest often so when you do, you really do.
One of your hand slid up to one of your breast, cupping it lightly.
“so .. small.” you sighed, a bit of disappointment dripping from your tongue.
“what did you say baby? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook asked curiously peeking over your shoulder.
He noticed your hand on your breast and looked up at your flustered face.
“they are so small and .. you’ve never told me.” you said still not making eye contact with him.
He put his hand over yours gently.
“your chest is perfect the way it is.”
You shook your head not believing his words. 
“Tsk c’mon darling, let me show you how much I love your beautiful chest.” he said smiling softly before hovering over you.
[ u can read more of JK’s part HERE : Show you ]
A/N : which one was ur favorite? should I continue some parts? 🐚 love you guys, thank you so much for reading.
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v1olentdelights · 7 months
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What a Mess
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Summary: Your room is a mess and its sending you into a spiral.
tw: messy room, borderline panic attack in the first paragraph, mentions of eating an unnamed dinner and dessert. Also a mention of trying on a piece for clothing that doesn't fit, but there is no actual mention of what size it is!
a/n: Idk why I wrote this, but I did and I love it. I <3 parental comfort vibes. Also this can be interpreted as whatever kind of messy room, I just envision packing for college.
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“I feel like I can’t breathe right now.” You said to yourself. “But I can breathe.” and then repeated it again, and again, and again. Maybe if you said it enough you would be able to breathe. 
Your room was a mess, there was clothes on your bed, blankets next to your closet, clothing and miscellaneous objects taking up both your chairs. There was nowhere to sit except the floor, but even the floor had stuff on it. So you were huddled up with your back against your bed.
“Hey,” Emily knocked gently on the door frame of your door. “How is it going?” she didn’t need to ask, not really. You were much like her coworker Spencer Reid. 
“I don’t really know. I feel like I can’t really breathe.” you had your knees pulled up against your chest. Then you brought your hand over your chest, motioning to where it was hurting. She looked at you with a sympathetic face. 
“Honey, why didn't you come get me?” Her voice was quiet and calm while dripping with concern as she made her way to sit next to you. Tears were welling in your eyes now as you looked up at her. 
How could you have let things get this bad without going to her? She would’ve helped you unwind and take a breather, then she would have helped you finish packing. Instead of telling her any of this, you just laid your head on her shoulder. She let out a little huff before putting her arm around your shoulder and laying her head on yours. 
“It’s going to be okay, honey. We’ll take care of this. Together.” She sealed the promise with a kiss to your head. “But for now, let's take a break. Are you hungry?” Nodding as you sniffled aggressively had you both laughing. 
You and Emily got some dinner at your favorite restaurant. She even bought you some dessert. Emily had made sure your mind was far far from the mess you left in your room. And for that, you would be forever thankful. 
“Okay,” you inhale deeply, this time you were able to breathe fully. “I’m ready.” Opening the door to your room you looked at the mess. Getting a move on it you began folding your blankets and putting some of the other bedding in a pile to go in the laundry. 
“Does this even fit you?” Emily  held up a shirt you had on one of your chairs. It was really small, but it had a cute design on the front. 
“Yes…” your voice sounded just as unsure as you actually were. She squinted at you in suspicion. 
“Put it on then.” she shook it in her hands. You both looked at each other with a challenging eye. She wanted you to try it on, and you wanted to see how far you could push. 
“I think you’ve seen me in it. Just the other day in fact. There is no reason to try it on.” Trying to keep your smile hidden was harder than you thought. 
“But it’s so cute, I really want to see it on you now!” stepping closer, you grabbed the shirt from her hand, accepting defeat. 
“Fine. It just has a really cute design and I don’t want to get rid of that.” the pout on your face makes you look like a little kid again. 
“Why don’t I see if Penny can make some of these into something like a unique quilt or something?” At the mention of your moms friend your face brightened. 
“I’d like that. And since we now have a plan, I actually have some others.” Your smile was almost smug now as you pulled out a hefty pile of shirts. Her jaw dropped dramatically. 
“I’m glad I am helping you out then. We can get some new clothes for you!” You both smiled and got back to work. You both worked around each other perfectly. Once you were both done you flopped down on the bed as she sat in a now empty chair.  “Thank you, Emily.” She just cocked her head in question. “For everything, I don’t know what I would do without you.” 
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genshinluvr · 2 years
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what if the isekai’d reader was so rich??
—like, imagine one day they come back to the abode with loads of shopping bags in hand and they just casually say they spent 700k mora while shopping 😭😭😭
-🤍 anon
The men would be APPALLED by the amount of money the reader has spent! How could they spend their money so idly?! Especially when it's almost one million mora! The reader is just lucky that they were cute because if the men weren't so in love with the reader, they would've been upset with the reader for spending that much money without batting an eye. [Mini-ish storytime! >:3 sorry it took me a while to answer x.x This is almost 1k words long btw LMAO]
The door to the estate in the abode slams open, startling the fifteen inhabitants of the mansion. They look at one another before the door that was slammed open. You stumbled through the front door of the abode, ten to fifteen shopping bags hanging from your left and right arms. You were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down before you let the bags drop to the floor of the mansion. 
“[Y/N]! What’s with the shopping bags?” Diluc asks, approaching where you stood. There are shopping bags of various colors; some bags are enormous, and some shopping bags are small. Some of the names on the bags were recognizable, but others didn’t look familiar to Diluc.
“I went shopping.” You said happily, walking out of the estate before entering with more shopping bags hanging on your arms and in your hands. The men knew that you loved shopping and splurging your money, but it had gotten to the point where you would come back to the abode in different outfits with different accessories on your person. Sometimes your bedroom would be filled with shopping bags that Dainsleif and Diluc would scold you for having so much trash in your bedroom, only to find out that there were items in those bags that have yet to be unpacked and put away in your closet, dresser, and jewelry box.
“These are all luxury brands….” Childe trails off, looking over at the men and then back at you with wide eyes.
“Look at this cute top I just bought!” You squealed, pulling out a white cropped fitted shirt and holding it out in front of you. “Oh! I also bought matching shorts with it! It makes my butt look so good in it!” You said giddily, pulling out the tiniest shorts the men have ever seen in their entire life. The men’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of the tiny shorts. Yeah, there was no way in hell you’d walk out of the abode in such clothes for other people to see. Only they can witness it, no one else but them.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Kaeya says, giving you a flirty smile. Kaeya grabbed the shorts from your hands and held them up before looking down at your ass, stroking his chin with his thumb and index finger.
“We will be the judge of that!” Itto interjects, lightly nudging Kaeya with his elbow before snatching the shorts from Kaeya’s hands. “Oh my, they’re really tiny! Are you sure they’re not panties?” Itto exclaims, looking over at you with wide eyes.
“Yes, they’re shorts, Itto! I tried them on, and the store clerk liked it!” You said.
“Another man was looking at your ass aside from us?” Ayato asks. His eyebrows flew to his hairline after hearing your response to Itto’s question.
“Aside from clothes, what else did you buy?” Zhongli asks, walking over to the shopping bags that were scattered on the floor in front of the estate’s door.
“More jewelry!” You chimed, reaching down to an iridescent pearl white shopping bag, pulling out a shiny gold bangle. “Look at this bracelet! Isn’t it pretty!?” You squealed, holding it up to the light in the estate while admiring its beauty.
“Is that real gold with cor lapis and noctilucous jade embedded in the bracelet?” Gorou asks, his eyes doubling the size as he stares at the bracelet in your hands. You nodded your head happily before slipping the bracelet on your wrist.
“Is that a new bracelet?” Baizhu asks, pointing at the green bracelet around your wrist.
“They are! It’s a jade bangle!” You said, holding it up for the others to see it more clearly. The jade bracelet was light green with dark green and white speckles around it. It looks expensive.
“Why is it tight around your wrist?” Xiao asks, reaching up to move the bracelet, only for it to not budge when he tries to move it. Xiao couldn’t help but notice that your hands and knuckles were bright red as well.
“Oh, it’s supposed to be tight! I’m not supposed to take it off at all.” You reply, letting your left hand fall to your side.
“Just out of curiosity, with the number of things you’ve bought today, how much did you spend?” Dainsleif asks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I think seven hundred thousand mora!” You said nonchalantly. “But I sort of lost count after ten shopping bags….” You trailed off, looking at the shopping bags around you.
“Seven hundred thousand mora!?” Venti screeches; his eyes are the size of dinner plates.
“And you lost count after ten shopping bags?” Albedo asks, pulling out a random item from your shopping bag. The other’s faces turned bright red when they saw the article of clothing Albedo had pulled out.
“Skimpy underwear!? What did you need that for!?” Scaramouche asks.
“What? They’re cute and were on sale!” You shrugged your shoulders. “Plus, I look good in it, so I had to buy it!” You said.
“Why buy something that’s going to be ripped off of you so soon?” Kazuha blurts out, covering his red face with his hands.
“I’ll be the one to rip it off.” Thoma says, raising his hands.
“You’ll have to get in line for that,” Zhongli mutters, looking over at Thoma from his peripheral vision.
Who knew someone as cute as you have such big spending. If the men were to be married to you, they’d have to be financially stable because, with the amount of money you’ve spent so quickly, it can put them into debt really fast. You’re lucky you were cute and rich and spoiled by their love and affection. Who could say no to that cute face of yours?
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jcbbby · 2 years
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can you write something with jamie where y/n is pregnant and she’s at a jamie’s family dinner and she received some comments about how big her belly is compared to the other women, so she refused the chocolate cake dessert and jamie follows her after the dinner in the kitchen, seeing her crying and stuff ?
Okay first of all, my first request heyoooo! :) I'm not sure if I'll start taking requests on the regular, I don't often have a lot of time to write sadly. But THIS hits close to home. Oooooh boy does this hit close to home. Full disclosure, I've been in recovery from an eating disorder for years, and it's something I still struggle with. So this struck a chord with me and I liked the idea of Jamie being just hella supportive about his partner's insecurities and making them feel better. I had to write this one lol. Thank you for this prompt!
I hope you enjoy!
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Growing and Glowing
You're very pregnant with Jamie and yours' first child. You've been feeling insecure about your pregnancy weight gain, and struggle at a family dinner. Jamie takes notice and tells you just how beautiful you are and always will be to him.
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You stood in front of your mirror in your bedroom, looking over yourself after getting dressed. You were getting ready for dinner over at Jamie’s parents’ house with his family for his brother Sam’s birthday. You sighed and frowned as you messed with the hang of the dress you had chosen to wear. Your 8 months pregnant bump was prominent on your once smaller figure.
“What’s the matter, love?” Jamie asked, walking out from the bathroom shirtless, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.
“Nothing…I just feel like a gross blimp.” You rubbed your belly.
“Darling…” Jamie said, his tone sounding sad, coming up to hug you from behind, wrapping his arms around where yours were on your bump.
You looked at him in the mirror. “The clothes I bought last week don’t fit now. And my boss was talking about how much bigger I am now than she was the day she gave birth.”
“Baby, you look as beautiful as ever, forget the clothes, forget those comments. You’re a goddess, a goddamn glowing goddess.” He planted kisses starting from your neck, working his way up to your cheek.
You giggled as his lips tickled you.
“There's a smile! Let me just grab a shirt and we can head out.” He gave one more peck to your cheek as he turned to the closet.
On the drive over, Jamie held one hand on the wheel with the other stretched across the center console to hold your hand. He always held your hand while driving. It was little things like that that meant so much to you. 5 years of being together, and he still did these little things as if you were perpetually in the honeymoon phase.
Jamie pulled the car up to the curb outside of his parents’ home. You both ascended the steps to the front door and Jamie rang their doorbell, exchanging a quick smile to each other. The door swung open as Jamie’s mother excitedly let you in. She immediately went to hug Jamie, and then turned to bring you into a hug. She pulled you to arm’s length and looked you up and down.
“Oh my, look at how big you’ve gotten! Won’t be long now, huh? How are you feeling, dear?” Jamie’s mum asked, smiling so wide.
“Oh uh…feeling okay. You know, just excited to finally meet the little guy.” You smiled sheepishly, placing a hand on your bump, her words about your size echoing still.
“Where’s the birthday boy?” Jamie inserted himself into the conversation.
“Oh, him and dad are in the living room watching a movie. Dinner’s all ready, if you can just help me set the table, J? Y/N, why don’t you go and join them and get off your feet.” She smiled.
You smiled back. Jamie placed a hand on your back as you exchanged small smiles to each other. You went into the living room and said hello to Jamie’s dad and happy birthday to Sam. They both got up to give you a hug, before settling back down into their respective chairs. You heard the clanking of plates and silverware from the other room as the table was being set. It didn’t take too long before Jamie’s mother called you all into the dining area for the meal. You walked over to a chair as Jamie pulled it out for you to sit in before taking his place next to you.
Dinner was nice, and conversation was light and fun. Jamie’s dad then asked how long now until the baby was born.
“Oh, just about 4 or 5 more weeks probably.” You looked to Jamie and smiled to each other.
“You look about ready to pop any moment!” Jamie’s dad chuckled.
“Yeah, you know it’s funny, the neighbor’s daughter, she barely showed the whole time. You would have thought she just had too much to eat maybe!” Jamie’s mum laughed as she took a bite.
You gave a half-hearted smile, staring down at your plate. You scraped some potatoes around with your fork as the conversation went on. Suddenly, you no longer had an appetite.
“You sure it’s not twins?” Sam asked, smirking.
“Nope. Just one baby, guys. You know, every body is different.” Jamie said, sitting up straight in his chair.
You put your fork down on your half-eaten plate and went to take a sip of water. You cleared your throat after swallowing, feeling the knot starting to form and your face getting hot. Jamie sensed your discomfort and discreetly reached his hand over to your thigh under the table, giving a light squeeze in support, before going back to his meal in front of him.
The conversation turned to a different topic after that. You sat staring at your plate as the rest of the table finished theirs. Jamie took both of your plates into the kitchen, as his mother took the other 3. After a moment, they walked back in to the dining area, Jamie’s mom holding a small cake with a few candles on it.
“And of course,” Jamie’s mum chimed. “We have chocolate cake for Sammy! Haaaappy birthday to you…” She began to sing, and everyone soon joined in, to Sam’s annoyance.
She placed the cake down, and you stared at it as Sam blew out his candles. Usually, you’d be excited for cake on any occasion, but all the comments about your pregnancy weight gain were running through your head and making you more upset by the second. Jamie’s dad begun slicing up the cake and passing out pieces around the table.
“Y/N, how big would you like yours?” He asked, looking at you.
“I um…I think I’m going to pass on it. I’m actually not really feeling that well at the moment. Excuse me.” You said, pushing your chair back, bringing your hand behind your back for support as you stood up and walked out of the room.
You walked into the kitchen, tears already starting to run over your cheeks. You trembled as you tried not to audibly cry and draw attention to yourself. You knew they didn’t mean any harm by their comments, or maybe even knew the power that they had, but you still couldn’t help but feel devastated. Before getting pregnant, you were generally fit. You ran a few times a week and hit the gym too. Your mind wandered, wondering if you could ever get back to your pre-pregnancy body. You worried that Jamie would stop being attracted to you. You leaned against the counter, wiping your face.
“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to go check on her.” You heard Jamie’s faint voice from the other room say.
His footsteps echoed as he came into the kitchen with you. You looked over at him, eyes and face reddened. His pace quickened as he stepped up to you and wrapped you in a tight embrace.
“Darling, are you alright?” He asked, stroking the back of your hair.
You sniffled. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for?” He asked, rubbing your back.
“I’m sorry I’ve let myself go. Even your family noticed too.” You took in a shaky breath, wiping another tear away.
“Oh, sweetheart, no. No, they didn’t mean anything like that. You know my parents; they’ve got no filter! Please don’t let that upset you like this.” He brought his hand to your cheek and caressed just under your cheek bone.
“I just…I feel so poorly about myself. It’s been really hard these last few weeks. I knew I would gain weight, but I just didn’t expect to feel this bad about it.” You looked down at your feet.
“Baby, look at me.” He brought a finger to your chin so that your eyes could meet. “Listen, you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever been lucky enough to lay eyes on. Your body is always and will always be beautiful. And you know what? Your body is doing a the most beautiful thing right now; it is growing our child and keeping him safe. And soon, it will bring that beautiful boy into the world and into our lives. You are gorgeous, and glowing, and I would not want anything any other way right now. I love you, always, Y/N.”
You smiled as more tears spilled over, but this time due to gratitude. Jamie placed a hand on the back of your head, pushing it forward to meet his lips to your forehead.
“I love you too, J.” You smile. “Thank you.”
“Now, why don’t we go back in there.” He held out his hand to lead you back towards his family.
Sitting down at the table, Jamie’s family spoke all at once asking how you were doing now. “I’m feeling much, much better.” You smiled over at Jamie. “And you know, I think the baby would really like a slice of cake.”
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sensei-venus · 1 year
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Could you maybe write something with Hawk and a plus size gf who feels pressured to lose weight and when she does lose some weight she doesn't feels good about it? And he finds her crying because she feels ugly?
(This is short & unedited, might add on to this and post on ao3 at some point.)
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“Fuck off Hawk, she doesn't want to talk to you right now.”
Tory's voice was snarky as she leaned against y/n bedroom door. Her eyes narrowed at the teen in front of her.
Hawk raised a brow saying “Why are you even here? I was supposed to take y/n out for a date to the mall today. No way in hell I would let you tag along. She's my girlfriend, why can't I see her?” the thought of simply shoving the girl out of the way and going straight into y/n room was quickly bubbling up in the back of his mind. For a moment they just stud there. Hawk crossed his arms as he waited for some kind of reply. He got nothing.
That was until a muffled sob came from behind the closed door that Tory leaned against.
Tory huffed as she replied back “She just doesn't want anyone to see her right now especially you.” She tried to stand her ground. Hawk was quickly becoming irritated by the blond. The small muffled cry’s only increased the longer they stood infront of the closed door. Hawk’s could feel his impatient nature starting to bloom. A split second later he was scoffing before shoving the girl to the side and opening the door. Running into the room he quickly locked the door before Tory could try and get in behind him. He smirked for a second before turning to look around the room.
Clothes where thrown about making it look like some kind of tornado had hit. Pants and shirts lined the floor. Skirts and shorts where layered on y/n bed making it impossible to sit down on. His eyes scanned around the room trying to find where the source of the crying was coming from. He finally made his way around her bed to find her sitting on her floor, eyes glued to the body length mirror. Her eyes where puffy and glossed over with tears. He could tell she had been crying for a while from the tear streaks down her cheeks. He could even make out a few droplets that fell onto her neck.
“Hey now, why are you crying Princess? And why does your room look like someone trashed the place.” Hawk said as he kneeled down and slowly sat beside her on the floor. She sniffled out a soft “Remember how I said I wanted to loss some weight? Just a little so maybe I could fit into that cute skirt you bought me at the mall a few weeks back.” Hawk nodded, remembering how he had accidentally picked up the wrong size, he had found a cute skirt that he knew y/n would love. The style fit her perfectly in his eyes. It wasn't until he gave them to her as a gift that he realised he grabbed the wrong size. He offered to take it back and get the right size, but she quickly told him it was ok and that maybe she could loss just a few pounds and could fit into them. It was a excuse to try and loss some weight for a promising goal of fitting into a brand new skirt.
“Well I lost the weight and thought I would wear it when we went out, because when I tried them on I finally fit in them.”
Hawk could only grin and smile. Happy that his girlfriend had meet a goal that she was really trying for. Smiling he said “Well that’s great! I knew you could do it, you have been trying so hard the past few weeks to meet your goal. I’m really proud of you, why don’t you put it on and we go out now.”
Before he could say anything, she was crying again.
“I’m so fucking ugly in this! Why would I go out like this, I’m just going to embarrass the both of us Hawk!” Her tears where flowing heavy now down her cheeks. She stud up, showing the cute skirt he had bought her. Hawk’s gaze hardened as he looked at her saying “What are you talking about you look great! I love it, you look hot.” his eyes never leaving her body as he looked up at her from the floor. She stood up next to her, both of them looking in the mirror. She harshly grabbed at her lower stomach, gripping the soft flesh of one of her rolls. Hawk quickly pulled her hands away saying “Hey stop that, I like it.” he rubbed at the softness of her belly for a moment.
Huffing he looked at her saying “Y/n, I know for a fact I have said it before and I will say it again. I don't care what you weigh or even what YOU think you look like. I love you because of who you are, both on the inside and outside. I like you big, medium or small. Your always going to be attractive to me no matter what. And guess what, fuck everybody who says or thinks anything about you just because you have some chub, because me and a whole bunch of other people like Tory don’t care either. Because your beautiful, no matter what you look like.”
He rubbed at some of the tears on her cheeks and under eyes before smiling.
“Now dry those tears and let’s get going. Your going to wear that skirt out on our date, for me, because your hot and I want to show you off today.”
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A New Beginning
Bruce Wayne x plus size reader
DC Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Bruce is a goddamn simp, that's it
Warnings:  just all fluff, Selina being a great friend
A/N: Shoutout to my best friend for sending me this photo which made me spiral
WC: 2.5k
Minors DNI
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I'm gonna marry him one day
White roses and small gold lanterns lined the aisle between the few rows of wooden chairs. An arch made from intertwining branches and silver tinsel dripping from it, stood tall at the end. The forest of leafless trees on the Wayne property were illuminated by soft fairy lights which left the open field in an air of romance and serenity.
Bruce took a deep breath of the winter air, smiling as the scent of ozone that signalled the arrival of fresh snow. He tugged on the black suit he had donned for the day, nervously fiddling with the buttons on his jacket. His smile spread into a stupid grin, one he always got when he thought of you. 
He gave a childish giggle but quickly cleared his throat, cheeks dusted with a light pink even if his face was set in a firm frown. Today was it. The day that he was finally yours, for all eternity. The cakes had been tasted, the menu set, invitations delivered, flowers chosen, suits and dresses altered, and party planned. He waited months for this if not years.
Well actually, he had been waiting for this moment since the day you had bumped into him on your first day of work. Alfred had hired you to care for the sprawling gardens of Wayne manor since he was too preoccupied caring for Bruce after his nightly activities to properly maintain it.
Your face was covered in dirt, the loose fitting gardening clothes you wore doing nothing to flatter your figure but still, Bruce thought you were the most divine thing he had ever seen. You had smiled shyly at him when he came to meet you by his mother’s rose bushes. He couldn’t even speak clearly as you looked up at him with wide doe eyes just begging for him to fall in love with.
And after a few weeks of the mighty Batman acting like a pre-teen boy with a crush, you were the one that worked up the courage to ask him out for coffee and then never left. He bought the ring a month into dating you, a little fast yes but with his lifestyle choices, he couldn’t afford to wait. So after a stressful night at a gala seven months into your relationship where he had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, you stole him away to one of the homeless shelters he had founded.
You spent the rest of the night helping to cook and feed the many people who needed it. He proposed in the kitchen, where you both were elbow deep in dishes, your very expensive clothing ruined by the water. You turned to find the billionaire kneeling on the floor, holding a ring with a black diamond.
“I-it’s an artificial diamond. I know it’s not flashy, I’ll get you a new one if you want but I can’t stand another second without you. You are everything to me and I love you so much. Let me be your husband. Let me have the privilege of loving you till the end of time and beyond.” You tackled him, showering him with kisses as he laughed and held your body to his, strong arms keeping your plump body close.
Now, almost a year later, the day had come. “You should try to look a bit happy. You are getting married today Brucie.” He spun on his heel and his breath caught in his throat.
There you were, leaning against the doorway, hair and makeup perfectly down but still in one of his shirts and a pair of panties. “I thought it was bad luck for me to see you before the wedding.” You rolled your eyes, stepping into his open arms. “When have we ever been one for traditions, my love.” He held the back of your neck as you snuggled into his chest, breathing in his rich aftershave and cologne. 
He ran his other hand up and down your back, settling on your generous ass to give it a firm squeeze and a light slap. Bruce grinned into your hair as you smacked his chest, a giggle still escaping your lips. You tilted your head up to gaze lovingly at your fiancé, fingers gripping his white dress shirt tighter. Just as you were about to speak, another voice interrupted.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Selina yelled. Alfred stood by her side, arms crossed over his chest, disappointed look on his face. “We were studying the bible.” You sassed, trying to go back to loving Bruce. You could practically feel her eye roll. “You aren’t supposed to see each other. We specifically put you on opposite sides of the house to prevent this.”
Alfred stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back away from Bruce as Selina did the same for him. “We will be together again!” You dramatically sighed, leaning all your weight onto the older man so he was now dragging you out by your armpits.
Bruce chuckled as he watched you pretend to faint. The door swung closed behind you. “You picked a good one.” Catwoman adjusted his bowtie from where you had messed it up. “She’s good for you. I can see how happy she makes you.” “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She patted his scruffy cheek and pushed his back hair from his eyes.
“You ever hurt her, I’ll beat you up and take her for myself. Now, let’s get you married.”
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All the guests wore white, perfectly matching the newly fallen snow. Bruce’s dark suit stood out dramatically, along with the white rose pinned to his chest. He rocked on his feet as he waited for you to walk out of the house. The officiant, who was chosen pretty much at random, laughed under his breath, adjusting his own white suit, making sure he had a copy of his speech in his pocket.
As the soft piano started, Bruce’s eyes were trained on the door, ignoring Selina, dressed in a very tight evening gown, and Alfred, in a white tux, walking arm-in-arm down the aisle. Selina kissed his cheek as she took her place across from him and Alfred stood behind him. Bruce dropped his eyes to the ground, and the butler placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
There was a beat of quiet before the music changed and a wave of whispers worked through the crowd of people only invited to maintain his image in Gotham, if it was up to him, it would’ve just been you and him. He hadn’t seen your dress, the one tradition Selina forced you to keep. She had teased him constantly every time he brought it up, crudely implying he would love it and want to immediately rip it off you.
Of course, he could’ve easily done some investigating, looked at credit card statements or even looked in your shared closet where you had hung the black garment bag after the alterations were done. But he knew that he wanted this moment, this magical moment where everything fell into place. 
Your soft footsteps make his heart pump wildly in his ears. He ran a hand through his black hair, messing up the carefully styled locks. You were smiling widely as you walked closer and closer, tightly clutching the flowers in your hands. You could see the way his muscles flexed beneath his jacket.
You were glad he at least forewent his usual black eyeliner, no matter how hot you found it. You could see his chilled jaw clenching with anxiety, highlighting his cheekbones that you swear could cut glass, especially with his cowl. He looked truly beautiful. You were incredibly giddy at the prospect of marrying the love of your life.
Blue eyes flicked up to yours, and you could pinpoint the exact moment where he fell in love all over again. His lips quirked up as he studied you. Selina was right, god how he wished he could just scoop you into his arms and run back into your bedroom to ravish you properly.
Your hair was done up 40s style with one of his mother’s hairpins, a short black veil covering the top half of your face, hiding your eyes, but leaving your red painted lips exposed. You wore a long and curve-hugging silk trumpet dress that exposed just enough cleavage to be classy. Over the top, you wore a full black petticoat which covered both the trail of your dress and your exposed arms. It was buttoned just below your bust, accentuating your waist and wide hips and giving Bruce a little peak of your large tummy which he loved so much.
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You held tightly to a bouquet of white and black roses with a single red one planted in the middle. You were positively glowing, almost vibrating with excitement as you reached the archway and handed the flowers to your maid of honour, Bruce taking your warm hands as soon as they were free. 
He kissed the back of your hands before you both turned to the officiant. 
The world blurred around you as the officiant spoke. Admittedly, neither of you heard a word he said, too preoccupied with each other, you’d have to ask Selina later for the recap. You communicated silently with your eyes. You both agreed that your vows would be private, spoken to each other in the solitary space of your honeymoon instead of in front of people you were not at all fond of.
Snow gently settled on you, catching beautifully in Bruce’s eyelashes and hair. There was one thing you would share with the world, one piece of your lives. A single vow, split between the two of you, like the split of a singular soul between two bodies. You beamed at him, squeezing his hand and looking at him with such love, he felt like he could burst.
Bruce couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed your face with two huge hands and kissed you deeply, not caring that your lipstick was getting smeared. A sharp jab into his side broke Bruce away from his fiancee, turning to give Alfred a dirty glare as he pulled his arm back after elbowing the younger man.
“We’re really getting ahead of ourselves, please save that for the honeymoon.” The crowd laughed before the man continued. “Now do you both have the rings?” You giggled at the streak of red across his thin lips. You cupped his cheek gently, rubbing your thumb against his mouth, wiping away the stain. Selina laid a delicate hand on your shoulder.
You turned and made eye contact with your best friend who smiled kindly at you, handing you Bruce’s ring as he took yours from his coat pocket. Bruce’s hand was shaking as you took it. With a small kiss to his permanently bruised knuckles, the trembling slowed and you slid the black band onto his ring finger, speaking once more.
“You cannot possess me for I belong to myself, but while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give. You cannot command me, for I am a free person, but I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand. I will love you for eternity, my husband, my heart.”
Bruce felt like he couldn’t breathe, this was, by far, the most terrifying thing he had ever done. He knew the words, having practiced them over and over so he wouldn’t mess this up. But here and now, where you had just taken him as your partner for the rest of your lives, every thought flew from his mind.
The ring was heavy on his finger, the one in his palm even heavier. “It’s ok. It’s just us, that’s all that matters. Just us.” You always knew exactly what to say. Bruce took a deep breath.
“I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night. And the eyes into which I smile in the morning. I pledge to you the first bite from my meat, and the first drink from my cup. I pledge to you my living and dying, equally in your care. And tell no strangers our grievances. This is my wedding vow to you. This is a marriage of equals. I love you, my soulmate, my other half.”
He slipped the ring on your finger, giving both rings a kiss. You let out a choked whimper, tears threatening to fall. “By the power vested in me by the city of Gotham, I now pronounce you married. You may ki-“ He was cut off by your arm suddenly snapping forward and pulling your husband down so you could wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.
He held you close, like he never wanted to let go of you ever again, and you were perfectly fine to stay like that forever. But after a few moments, you broke apart, foreheads resting together, your breaths fogging in front of you. Huge dopey smiles broke out across your faces. Bruce took your hand and ran back into the house, your laughter floating away on the breeze.
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The last of the guests had left. It was nearing two in the morning now but adrenaline still ran through your veins. You swayed together, one of your hands on his shoulder while the other was pinned to his chest. His palm laid on the back of your hand, keeping it in place as he tightened his free arm around your thick waist.
His jacket and your overcoat and heels had been discarded a long time ago. His bowtie hung loose around his neck, sometimes hitting you in the face when he would dip you, a white rose had been tucked behind his ear from your bouquet. You had been dancing for hours, barely willing to let go of each other long enough for others to cut in. 
“What are you thinking about my Brucie?” You looked up at him, chin resting on his sternum. “I was just wondering how I got the most beautiful, perfect, intelligent, kind, sexiest woman to have ever existed to fall in love with me.” Your face heated up as you looked away bashfully. “Oh stop that.”
He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his once more. “I don’t know how I tricked such a wonderful woman into marrying me but I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove myself worthy enough of being your husband.” His lips brushed against yours gently but you felt every ounce of love he had for you in that one touch.
“You deserve the world my love, and oh how I wish I could give it to you.” You kissed his nose, which made a small blush appear on his cheeks. “You are my world, all I need is you.” And with that, you went back to dancing without music, following the beat of your hearts.
“You two are disgusting!” Selina yelled, chucking the rest of your bouquet at the pair of you. But neither of you reacted, too mesmerised by each other to notice anything else.
You and Bruce, forever and always, for all eternity, as it should be.
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König HC’s :)
oh my LORT y’all, i’m in the cod pipeline, and it’s GREAT
Here are some general and nsfw hc’s for our favorite anxious 6’10 Austrian :D
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He loves to surprise you
To some degree, you never really know when he's going to be home
He’ll tell you he’ll be away for a few weeks to even a couple months, only to be home when you get off work
He always brings something back from you, whether it’s a small trinket he got from a corner store, or something he made for you while hiding out, he’ll always have something for you.
He bought a small digital camera that he takes with him on every mission, and takes pictures of all the sights he sees
He also uses it to take pictures of you two on dates
VERY sentimental, the first gift he ever gives you is a scrapbook, with every picture he took
Pictures are labeled with things like “The sunset reminded me of Y/N”, “The time Y/N let me braid their hair” or “Y/N’s favorite flower”
Prefers dates at home, where he can really relax and be himself with you
Calls you from a burner phone every single night he’s away
LOVES carrying you
It doesn’t matter how tall or big you are, he INSISTS on carrying you places
Physical touch is his love language
When you two are out, he will have his hands somewhere on you, even if it’s just his arm draped around your shoulders
Likes having you in his lap during any downtime at home
Has made a habit of taking a shirt of yours and dousing it in your perfume to take with him on missions
LOVES video games, and gets ecstatic when you play with him
You’re his personal support, and he’d have it no other way
If you two play a FPS online, he’s incredibly outspoken with his praise
“That’s my girl/boy/baby!” “Perfect shot, Maus” “Thank you for the heals, liebling.”
Gets SUPER jealous of any other guy that compliments you
He gets super quiet and pouty, and when he does talk, it’s a LOT of attitude.
He loves cooking, and is super proud of his dishes.
Absolutely an energy drink>coffee guy
He loves the rain, it’s his favorite kind of weather.
When it rains, he always wants to cuddle with you, holding you on the couch or bed while you two watch a movie or a show.
I do not care what anyone says, he’s an iPad kid.
He HAS to watch something while he eats.
Dr. Pepper>>>>>>>
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This mf HATED any mention of how big he is
Until one day, when he was fingering you/jerking you off, and you said “That’s it, big boy.”
It was the first time he’d ever heard it in a praising fashion
He effectively became addicted to it
Praise is HUGE for this man
He is a body worshiper
Foreplay is huge for him, he always wants you to be as in the mood as he is
SERVICE TOP
He will make you cum three or four times before considering himself at all
Could happily be between your legs for HOURS
He was usually quiet in bed, until the first time he moaned
From the way you tightened around him, he knew you liked hearing him, so he never held back again.
He’s the same way, though
You can try all you want to be quiet, he’ll take it as a challenge, and by the end of the night, the neighbor’s will know his full name.
He has a size kink
Loves pinning you to the bed, and adores how easily both of your hands fit into one of his
Though, his favorite position is against the wall, your legs wrapped feebly around his waist
He feels so big, and loves feeling like he can protect you
He WILL tease you
He loves pulling whines and whimpers from you, he thinks of every moan as more praise
LIVES for the hunt
He’s a brat and a brat tamer you cannot tell me otherwise
Fighting for who’s gonna dom is one of his favorite things
He does NOT give up
So if you win, it’s real. Yay, you!
overstim is his SHIT
overstim him, he’ll overstim you, he does not give a fuck, he just loves it
he also loves lazy mutual masturbation
just like nudge him while you two are watching a movie and tell him that you’re horny
he will absolutely whip it out right then and there with you
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How have y’all been? i’m glad to be able to post again, i hope y’all enjoy this lil piece<3
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I felt inspired to write a kidnapping chapter, as always I love writing and putting myself out there, I know you guys love my Traffy Law fics and here's another one, I wanna be saved by Law and this is established relationship, this is how I see it and it fits a lot with Law's character.
As always please enjoy and support me on my Kofi if you like my work! <3
I will continue this with a part 2 for sure :D
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The wind whistling through the air and the coldness settling in the atmosphere was felt by you, walking through the frozen tundra with your crew members had your heart melancholic but at the same time, your stoic nature was so unusual your emotions were bottling up since your anxiety was spiking today due to lack of money since it got stolen a couple of days ago by a bunch of robbers. Bepo and Shachi kept quiet during the walk, knowing Law beat up the robbers really good but he couldn't find the Berri unfortunately, since it was already traded off for alcohol,you loved seeing your boyfriend fight and protect you, he always made sure to comfort you but you kept saying "I am fine" and didn't speak about it thinking it will go away. You sighed and did your best to enjoy the cold and pretty landscape, since this was the only island close by your crew had available at the moment, grabbing supplies was a must and you didn't want to complain much and be a burden but Bepo kept noticing it while Shachi lead the way seeing the city entrance through the forest, "Finally man I really need a hot cocoa!" he beamed and Bepo nodded while you did the same and kept walking.
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All three of you entered the city being greeted by blue and green buildings made of glass, people also dressed in blue and green seemed like the theme of the island and you found it cute making you smile for the moment, Bepo and Shachi bought you your favorite clothes and shoes while you pick some shirts for Law as well to surprise him and show how much you appreciate him, then Bepo and Shachi treat you out to some yummy dinner, and Bepo gave his courage and asked you,"You're welcome for everything Y/n I wanted to ask why are you acting so unusual lately?" you blink at the polar bear and he fixes his cute black eyes at you giving a soft and concerned look,"I don't think it's unusual.. and I'm not sure I'm just anxious since I am broke and I don't want to relay on you guys all the time" Shachi gave you a soft pat on your back and sighed too, "You don't have to worry we will find a big treasure eventually.. besides you always cook for everyone on the Polar Tang so don't feel bad when someone helps you" Bepo smiles and hugs you softly and Shachi does the same as you all share mutual love and respect.
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Back at the Polar Tang you arrive feeling chilly, and in need of a warm bath you wave off at Law rushing at the bathroom telling him you need to bathe and he nods in approval seeing you got him some yellow shirts since you knew his size, he smiles and appreciates the small gesture and plans to also surprise you and join you in the shower, this time he wanted to truly comfort you since you have done so much for him in the past months, he wanted to show his love and devotion just as much as you did, it was crazy how much patience you had with him but he loved you for it.
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Soaking into the hot water made your mind recharge and your body felt embraced by the bubbly shampoo you added onto the water and you sighed, thinking of Law and the crew as you were breathing in and out you closed your eyes but you felt two warm hands touching your forehead, knowing there's only one person inside this submarine who can come inside and you saw your lover in a bath black bath robe and gave you a soft smirk, "Need company?" he asked gently seeing your blush you smiled and nodded "Sure I don't mind dear" but he wasn't here to get lewd with you and simply wanted to offer you love and comfort removing his bath robe sat inside the bath tub and wrapped his arms around you softly you were already melting into it he asked gently,"Penguin told me you're still not over those robbers is that right?" you sighed and gave a nod admitting it being impressed by his gentle approach,"Yeah I know I will make money soon enough I have to learn to let go of the past I'm still working on it.. I didn't want to bother you with my anxiety" Law looked at you with his piercing grey eyes and kissed your nose, "You're not a bother what bothers me is your anxiety Y/n-ya" he sighed and kept staring at you and you nodded then looked to the side feeling shy admitting it again,"I know I will work on it and do better.." Law grabs your chin to face him again and frowns "We will work on it" he then kisses your lips and you accept the kiss making your heart melt and sigh he then uses his tongue and keeps the kiss going making it soothing for the both of you. Law breaks the kiss and you giggle "I know I am a stubborn one" you stick your tongue out and laugh Law smiles then embraces you again, you felt very lucky to have someone like Law he would always figure you out immediately, and make you feel better, you knew joining his crew wasn't a mistake and the healing journey only starts from here.
The bath made you feel refreshed and happy, then Law made sure you were very clean, he offered to clean all of your sides from head to toe, he didn't hesitate to touch you all over and made you blush and moan, the sweet smell of the fruity soap made your heart melt while Law's fingers worked their way up and down your skin, making you giggle and you felt safe in Law's presence you knew all those times being patient paid off, you remember like it was yesterday when you and him met each other for the first time, his roughness and how he kept his emotions locked in, how hard he was to approach at first, the way he fell in love with you, it wasn't easy to love someone like him, tons of sacrifices had to be made, lot of tears and pain in the beginning but here you are in a warm bathtub with Law, you couldn't ask for more, you felt proud being able to see Law so vulnerable only you and Bepo could see this side from him.
You smiled finishing up and Law offered to wipe you as well with a clean towel, then you both got into your pajamas and went to bed,
"It's good to see you so open and romantic" you teased as Law kissed your cheek,
"Not my fault you're so good looking~" he said in a low voice but soft you giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully, Law rolled his eyes and smirked then you started running and grabbed a pillow starting a pillow fight.
Law crossed his arms and dodged a pillow you just threw at him, while he looked at you and said "Room" he immediately teleported you in his arms and giggled,
"No fair if you use your Haki or devil fruit, catch me without it!",
Law then turned you around and kissed you right away without saying a word, you melted into the kiss, he loved playing with you but of course only by his rules and you didn't mind his dominant nature, the kiss kept going until you felt sleepy into his arms he admired you sleeping and his heart felt complete he was happy to have you in his life, since you came his world completely changed and he learned to treat you as the most important person in the world, you have shown him how fearless and loyal you have been, all those times you saved his life and the other crew members will always appreciate your diverse talents, you were a multitasker, always a valuable crew member.
The night felt peaceful and Law fell asleep along with you, your presence always made him feel at ease.
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The next day arrives, peaceful snow falls on the ground some cute birds chirping outside announcing their cheerful voices, but their happiness gets interrupted by some loud footsteps walking around a group of three men wearing black coats, white winter boots and white beanies, it was so strange but kinda fascinating how their outfits matched they seemed to copy each other's movements like a copy cat and they were approaching your Submarine rapidly, some people stared at them feeling scared knowing they were wanted thieves, they were known for stealing from Celestial Dragons and the Navy, and this time they wanted a girl for the small brother weirdly enough all of them were all older than they looked and in each town they would take turns : the Tall brother named Bob only cared about jewelry, artifacts and high expensive items, Rob the chubby one: you can already guess food and loved getting drunk, and the small brother Todd girls, he really wanted a girlfriend and he was desperate to find one, their devil fruit powers was to manipulate someone very easily, each of them had their own form of it, and one of them walked he talked in a high pitch voice,
"I'll get a girlfriend today brothers! I'll prove you guys I'm a real man!" the other two giggled while the taller one said too,
"That's what you always say, and the girl runs away since you always embarrass yourself!" The chubby brother teased then the small one said blushing,
"You're right but I won't mess up this time!" the small brother said and they all kept walking and he planned to use his manipulation skills to attract another girl, as his devil fruit sensed all the girls in this snow camp he giggled, while his right hand started doing a swaying motion followed by his body, he was moving in circles while his devil fruit activated he smirked like an idiot, his brothers watched knowing how promiscuous he was Bob couldn't wait to take the jelwery from the women's neck or golden rings, Rob was drooling thinking about a juicy piece of steak, 10 women immediately walked close to them acting like a damsel in distress so in "love" with Todd, he inspected their looks, outfits and body appearance, he wanted a curvy woman not too fat or too skinny either, to his surprise those women weren't to his liking at all, Rob and Bob have already stolen their food and expensive jelwery while the women were under the devil fruit spell.
Todd sighed and walked back to his ship, and his two brothers smirked carrying bags of the stuff they took from the women,
"I guess this island doesn't have a girl for me!" He pouted while Rob laughed walking with his chubby body,
"There's always tomorrow bro.." He yawned while Bob used his long arms to carry the small brother into his arms, he had amazing strength
"Why not try it at midnight? Some women are awake at night and who knows maybe you'll find one you like.." Todd nodded and smiled agreeing, he decided to use his devil fruit at midnight hoping he will attract the perfect woman with a perfect body.
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Y/n POV
You sighed rubbing your eyes gently and shifted in bed slowly, Law was completely asleep, even softly snoring but his senses were always aware due to his Haki in case something happened, your Haki was just as good but not as alert as his which you worked on training weeks ago.
Your mind made you get up from bed feeling the need for some air, your mind was filled with thoughts and couldn't sleep for some reason, maybe some fresh air could work, you also took Law's hat on your head and pretended to be him by posing like he does when he uses "Room" and giggled to yourself while you were on the deck of the Polar Tang, you remember the first time you saw this ship and how curious and innocent you were exploring it.
Oh how much you learned since you came here, and as usual Law filled your mind you closed your eyes leaning your head on your knees and smiled.
A cool breeze suddenly made you shiver, feeling so cold you stood up for a moment unable to move you froze in place but then shook yourself off like a puppy, "What the heck was that feeling?" You said in your mind and started inspecting the Sub, you knew something wasn't right and your Haki already told you something dangerous was close by but nothing on the deck so far hmmm, it was too late to leave the ship, and you were not in the mood to freeze more for the night to investigate further, you decided to tell Law tommrrow morning or Bepo about it, you had your big crew and nothing could scare you anymore.
Walking back inside your room, you placed the hat back on the night stand by Law's side and smiled then cuddled Law close, he kept snoring and you fell asleep along with him.
At breakfast you had your usual favorite food with a cup of tea of your favorite flavor, everyone munching down on their breakfast too, you felt cheerful and giddy today, your lover being used to it he admired it and kept his silent stoic behaviour to his crewmated but you knew he was doing it not to ruin his Captain reputation, you were also used with his behaviour but you didn't mind it one bit and offered Law his own space which other girls wouldn't understand or they would complain they're ignored, you giggled thinking about it as Shahchi ate his eggs and bacon he was chewing loudly, Penguin having the same they were both eyeing you and Law you knew those goofs were quite the tricksters and loved joking and pranks, you joined them in their morning sheningains as Law rolled his eyes you knew he was busy today with some stuff in his medical room and you just let it be, as Shachi asked you a teasing question,
"So how many times do you kiss him everyday?" You giggled and crossed your arms,
"As much as he I can, we kissed many times before!" Penguin added while pinching your cheek playfully,
"I bet he's a great kisser and kissed you on your other lips too!" You pinched his cheek back and blushed, ^^;
"He did...he has quite the kinks too" you giggled but didn't felt bothered talking about it, since Shachi and Penguin always kept everything secret thankfully, you loved them as your brothers, and Bepo too whenever you had problem you would always ask the polar bear for help when Law wasn't there and he would happily do it for you.
But as the conversation went on your mind told you there was something you were supposed to say, but couldn't say it Bepo also joined the three of you and the topic swapped to what you were all gonna eat for dinner, trying to decide what to pick, Bepo gently patted your hand and smiled,
"Maybe a chicken salad would work for you Y/n, I know you love grilled chicken" you nodded but you just couldn't say what was on your mind, you blinked and shook your head, as the four of your split apart to do the usual work, Bepo had to organize his maps, Shachi to do his own laundry and then help Penguin clean the engine room, you sighed trying to remember what you had to do.. you just couldn't remember... everyday you would either do your own chores, help out other crew members and cook, you loved cooking with the chef and Law loved eating your fish and onigiri, but this moment you forgot all of that you felt hopeless and groaned, going to your room trying to look in your journal to remember what you did the other days, as you read the pages the chef gently knocked on your door.
"Y/n, can we make spaghetti for dinner, we all decided we want that is that okay with you?" His voice was manly and strong but kind and honest, you loved how the chef gave your confidence and helped you not feel bored teaching you many recepies but you didn't know how to cook anything, and you quickly opened the door trying to come up with an excuse on the spot, this was not like you at all, your confidence was gone and you acted like a scared cat,
"S-sorry I'm on my period and I have lot of cramps mister chef.. Ouch, and yes spaghetti is okay!" the chef blinked and giggled then he tipped his chef hat in respect, feeling surprised but knew you would always take breaks while on period,
"No prob Missy, I apologize I didn't know, please rest and I'll have Bepo bring you the food" you nodded and smiled then the chef left you sighed in relief but you knew Law wasn't gonna believe your period excuse, he knew your exact date when it would come and you can't fool a doctor like him so you had to tell him the truth somehow later today.
Law finishing up organizing his bottled pills, of all kinds (pain medicines, diabetes, heart medication, nausea etc.) he wrote down the last checkmark on his list and smiled softly then adjusted his glasses, for a job well done, he would've let you spend time with him but he knew how much you loved cooking plus he couldn't wait to taste your dish, it warmed up his heart everytime he put away his notebook and streched out his arms, exiting his medical room he saw the clock on the wall 6:00 PM, perfect time for dinner.
To his surprise he didn't spot you at all in the kitchen, and he accepted the spaghetti he really looked forward to your cooking but it will have to do, he said in his mind as Bepo ate quietly he then got his attention taken by Hakugan who slurped the entire plate of spaghetti just with his mouth, everyone laughed except Law who only shrugged and the chef came close to him,
"Sorry missy didn't show up, she said she's got her woman issue going on if ya know what I mean.. That ain't my business" Law nodded and figured it out then he gestured the chef as in "it's okay", the chef smiled and gave a thumbs up as Law said " thank you for the food" he enjoyed the taste of the meatballs and thought of you deep in his mind, knowing exactly when your period would start and end, he knew your cycles and cramps, and how you would behave and take the days off to relax which he understood, but it was too early for it to come now and he wanted to ask you what was the issue.
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You laid in bed and stared at ceiling, it felt wrong not helping the chef man you wanted to cook but why did your memory shut off all of a sudden?, you tried reading a cooking book but it's like you were learning cooking for the first time again, as you heard knocking on your door Law held a plate of spaghetti for you,
"Y/n-ya I got you dinner!" You heard the familiar smooth voice, your heart skipped a beat you were so glad Law was here you couldn't wait to tell him your issue and he would figure it out and help, as you open the door for him you smiled and grabbed the plate, already eating eagerly with the fork, Law tipped his hat and closed the door after him,
"Got your period early this month?" He said in the same smooth voice as before, you chewed up the spaghetti piece and meatball, then you sighed and swallowed the food,
"No please don't be mad, I used it as an excuse cuz.." You wanted to say "I lost my memory" but your lips stopped right there, you tried saying the words again but couldn't, Law sighed and sat down on your leather chair
"If you wanted a break today just say it, don't use a dumb excuse!" Law groaned and crossed his arms then his face softened, seeing you eat and finish your plate,
"You and I have been honest with each other, so please tell me if something is wrong I love you very much Y/n-ya, you're the only one that understands me~"
Law added while you ate more you nodded, and then wiped your mouth with a napkin, you sipped some water then looked at Law with a concerned look,
"I would tell you if I could I swear! I feel like there's something that doesn't let me be myself today!" you groaned as well and looked at the floor then Law got his face covered by his hat and nodded,
"You remind me of myself when I get like this, whatever it is we can figure it out together" his tone sounded serious now and he got close to you studying your forehead and features, looking for any injury in case you hit your head and forgot or bumped into something but he saw nothing, no bruises or cuts, he sighed then you quickly got a paper and a pen writing down "I lost my memory about cooking and I can't tell it to you with my voice",
Law read the paper, and blinked trying to believe it and frowned then rubbed his forehead and he eyed you with his golden eyes,
"I hope this isn't a joke!" You shook your head in "No" as Law had a sweatdrop on his forehead,
"I see, so you forgot how to cook right?" Law asked with a concerned voice then you nodded again, he touched his chin then closed his eyes and another sigh escaped his lips, but then suddenly sleep gas filled your room and before Law could even react, he plopped to the floor along with you, the three brothers teleporting inside the room and taking you away, then they teleported back outside the Polar Tang the tall brother Bob carried you like a light feather while Todd was excited having a woman and the plan worked out perfectly, even tho usually he would let the female get attracted to him, you were not a regular girl since you had Haki, the devil fruit spell worked only halfway but just enough to make you submissive.
"She's a cutie, to think she's with the Surgeon of Death of all Captains! This will be fun to see him come after her!" Todd was laughing while Bob smirked,
"It's your turn to let loose bro, plus this man has a huge bounty I heard he fought Big Mom and I bet his girl does too!" Rob giggled and ran fast with the other three, they all took you on their ship and sailed away, this was the first time you got kidnapped and taken away so far, before it was mainly the Navy or some average pirates that weren't so strong and you escaped fairly easy, but this time it was more serious.
Waking up, Law breathed heavily realizing he was fatigued by sleep gas, he immediately ran outside to look for you, he sent his crew members to search for you and no sign in the cold and frozen island you been docked for your little break time after Wano, Law knew what he had to do to find you and he's been preparing you for situations like this for years, he smirked knowing you're well trained and at the same time felt concerned hoping the enemy isn't as strong as Kaido or Big Mom, leaving the snow island with his crew and the Polar Tang's engine started moving and went underwater, he started looking no matter what it took he will find you, all those times you saved him, now it was his turn to save you.
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thebadgerclan · 2 years
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Spoil
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x reader
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: He wants to spoil you...
The issue had arisen just a few months into your relationship.  You knew that Lucius was a wealthy man, a man with more money than he could feasibly spend in a lifetime, but when he’d asked you to be his, that had hardly crossed your mind.  Sure, it had been an adjustment moving into his massive manor house, but you were so excited to be living with the man you loved, you could push that aside.
You didn’t have much money growing up, your parents provided you with ample food and clean clothes, but that was about it.  Your home had been small and cramped, oftentimes in disrepair due to the lack of money and time to fix anything with your parents working long shifts to get by.  When you graduated, you gave what money you could to your family, which put you in a similar situation to your parents: enough food and clean clothes, but a cramped apartment and long work hours.
Lucius didn’t care that you came from a lower class family; he loved you for who you were, and that was more than enough for him.  However, he hadn’t anticipated the challenges such a gap would bring the two of you.  Lucius loved to spoil those he loved, it was just one of the many ways he showed his affection.  So when he left a package on your dresser before leaving for work one morning, he hadn’t thought anything of it.  But you certainly had.
It was a silk nightdress, pure silk, not some cheap imitation, navy blue and trimmed with white lace.  It was beautiful, you’d be a fool not to see that, but it was undoubtedly expensive.  More expensive than anything you owned, worth so much that it could likely pay for your parents’ house five times over.  You knew Lucius meant well, but his lavish gifts made you feel like a burden.
When you’d first gotten together, Lucius had taken you shopping.  Your wardrobe was in dire need of replacing, so your new boyfriend had offered to foot the bill.  He’d taken you to high end shops, showing you blouses in velvet and silk, pants of fine and luxurious materials, but you’d declined, saying you’d be more comfortable in less expensive clothing.  Lucius understood; not everyone was suited to more expensive tastes, especially for everyday wear, and happily bought you muggle jeans and sweatshirts.
But when you began denying his gifts of jewelry, books, nightdresses, that was when it began to sting.  It made him feel unwanted, unloved, like he was trying to win your affection when it was clearly not freely given.  Lucius let off for a while, but when he saw the cobalt nightgown in a shop window, he couldn’t resist buying it for you.  So when you entered the bedroom that night wearing an old t-shirt and shorts, his heart fell a bit.
“Darling,” he said softly as you climbed into bed at his side.  “Did the nightdress not fit?  I can take it back and return it for a different size if you need.”  You felt your face heat up and you shook your head.  “No, Luc, it fits fine.”  There was a hint of discomfort in your voice, and Lucius knew that the upcoming conversation would likely be uncomfortable.  “Y/N, do you not wish to be with me?”
You turned to look at him, concern on your face.  “What?  Luc, what would make you think that?”  “You always reject my gifts,” he said, feeling his heart cracking.  “Even the little ones, you shun away.  It makes me feel like you don’t want me, not just the gifts, and if you don’t want me, then I’d like for you to tell me now so we can both save ourselves a lot of heartbreak.”  You felt tears pricking at your eyes, and you shook your head.  
“Luc, baby, no.  I want you, of course I want you, but….”  Lucius took your hand.  “But what, Y/N?”  You took a deep breath before locking eyes with him.  “I didn’t have a lot growing up, or when I was out of school.  I’ve always had to be frugal, and when you give me things that cost so much, it makes me feel like I’m burdening you.  I know that you mean well and just want me to be happy, but it makes me uncomfortable when you spend so much money on me for no reason.”
Lucius felt like he could slap himself.  How had he not thought of it that way?  He’d always had money; a diamond necklace was a minor expense to him, but to you?  Merlin, he felt like an idiot.  “Y/N, I’m so sorry.  I should have known better.”  He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.  “I’m sorry too,” you said.  “I should have been more honest about how this makes me feel.”
He kissed you, and for a moment, all your worries melted away.  “So I should save the silks and diamonds for special occasions?” Lucius teased, and you laughed.  “Only for special occasions, Luc.  All I need to be happy is you.”  You pressed your lips to his, and he knew that your words were true.  Lucius couldn’t stop spoiling you altogether, that simply wasn’t in his nature, but they would be smaller surprises: a new book or a cake from the store down the street.
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coffeepancakes42 · 2 years
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cassian with a size kink is all i gotta say
You ask, you shall receive.
Tiny
Warnings: No proofread, smut duh, vulgar language, filth, fluffy ending.
A/N: I feel like most size kink fics make the reader really small and petite, but tbh I think no matter your size you are tiny standing next to Cassian so imagine this however you want:)
Word count: 1.2k
Standing straight against the wall, Cassian braced his stupidly large arms on the wall next to your head, caging you in. His towering height made you tilt your head back just to get a glance of the Illyrians' beautifully rugged face. His scent surrounded you as he leaned closer, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning into his mouth, the lacey underthings you had recently bought to surprise him became soaked with your arousal. A growl tore its way out of his mouth as he inhaled the scent, and with ease Cassian crouched, wrapping his arms just under your ass, and picked you up. 
Whining as he pulled away from your lips, he unceremoniously threw you onto the oversized bed, one fit for an Illyrian General. As if you could not get wetter, Cassian’s manhandling of you turned you further on. His size was large enough to dwarf anyone, and you knew it made him rock hard seeing you so small under him. 
Leaning down onto you, he grabs your shirt in his hands, and in one powerful move rips it in half, leaving you exposed except for your lace clad pussy. Grabbing your face, he looks at you, fire swirling in his eyes and coos, “You look so pretty under me like this. So small compared to me. I could break you so easily, split you right in half on my cock.” His words send shivers up your spine, his hands traveling up your torso, coming to hold your breasts, his calloused hands rough against the sensitive skin.
Breathing hard you look up through your lashes, reaching up a hand to drag over his abs, traveling downwards to the tent in his leathers. “And if I wanted you to break me? If i wanted to be spilt in half as you fuck me?” Your words triggered something in him, snatching your hand off of him, he began to tear off his leathers, leaving him gloriously naked. 
Practically jumping on top of you, he laid kisses down your body, his mouth coming in contact with your cunt, pushing your panties to the side as he licked long stripes up your folds. You released an embarrassingly loud moan as his nose bumped your clit, your legs snapping shut around his head, causing him to moan. You swore Cassian’s favorite place was in between your legs, buried into your heat. You pulled his hair, signaling you needed him.
Huffing out a laugh, he raised his head, making eye contact with you. You wanted to capture the moment forever, to keep this image of him tucked away in the back of your mind to think back on in the future. “So greedy. You ready to take my fingers, pretty girl?” His nickname for you caused you to let out a breathy moan, a smug look entering Cassian's eyes.
Taking his hand, Cassian pressed the tip of one of his fingers on your entrance. “Please Cass, please I need you inside of me right now,” you begged, needing more than the tip inside of you. “What my girl wants, she gets,” was all he said as he pushed a single finger inside, quickly adding another as your moans increased. 
Stretching you out, he curled his fingers, hitting the spot he knew so well inside of you, your climax growing closer and closer as he continued his ministrations. “So tight and tiny for me, sweet girl. I don’t know how you manage to take my cock in this tiny pussy of yours,” he whispers, entranced by the sight in front of him. 
Adding a third finger, Cassian sped up and the tightening in your stomach became unbearable as you reached your high. “That’s it, let go of my love, I’m right here.” Cassian’s words were the last push you needed and your back arched off the mattress as your juices gushed over his hand.
Catching your breath, you watched as Cassian stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your cum off of his fingers, releasing a low moan at the taste. Crawling back up your body, his lips captured yours, tasting your juices on his tongue. Reaching a hand down, you grabbed his thick cock by the base, pumping up and down, spreading the precum that had gathered. Surprised by your touch, his hips jerked into your hand, his head falling into the junction of your neck and shoulder. Placing kisses and love bites up along his now exposed neck, you lead his impressive length to your entrance.
Taking the lead, Cassian sinks into your cunt, groaning at the sensation. Gasping at  the sheer width and length of his cock, you felt as if you might truly split in half. “You're so big, you fill me up so good,” you moan, knowing how your words drive Cassian crazy. Pulling back, he snaps his hips back into yours, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix, making you tremble at the feeling.
“So, so, small under me, so beautiful,” he grunts out as he continues pounding into your poor pussy. By this point in your relationship you had realized how his large size next to you turned him on, and he was never afraid to bring that attraction into the bedroom.
“Look,” he breathes out, his gaze traveling down to see your lower abdomen moving as he fucks into you. Watching the stomach bulge he had created, you truly think you had never seen anything so hot. “Do you see how small you are compared to me? Your pussy is so small you can see my cock bulging in your stomach.” Cassian almost cums at the sight, but he knows he wants to last longer, to wrench another climax from you before he finishes.
Leaning back, he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulder, and reaching a new spot inside of you. Your legs shake violently as his hand travels down to play with your clit, your climax building. Your moans heighten, that and your tightening cunt telling Cassian how close you are. Taking your hand, your fingers thread together, letting your love for one another flow through the connection between your hands, a surprisingly tender moment despite the rough movements. 
Reaching your climax, you tighten impossibly around him, triggering Cassian’s own release. The feeling of his hot cum filling you up causes your climax to heighten, the sounds of both of your moans mixing filled the room. Feeling the final spurts of his climax, Cassian rolled to the side of you, trying not to crush you under the weight. Removing his now softening cock from you, he watched as a mixture of your juices leaked out of you, his cock slightly twitching at the sight. Laying down, he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close. Burying your head into his chest, you placed soft kisses along his oversized pectoral. Placing one last kiss on his body, satisfied with your markings you left, you raise your head intent on placing one last kiss on his lips for the night.
“I love you,” he softly admits, his words warming your heart. “And I love you, Cassian, more than anything.” Placing a soft kiss on the crown of your forehead, he tucks you under his head as you both drift into the peaceful calm of sleep.
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Sethan (Jotaro x Polnareff x Child reader)
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Small Summary: I personally hate Alessi's and his stand, But i... yeah here you go. I thought it would be cute... But fish I hate Alessi!!
Small mentions: SPOILERS, gn!reader, spell check is out the window..
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Y/n and I went out for a walk while the other were out buying some stuff. "Did Jotaro show you that trick he can do with the cigarettes?"
"No, not yet... Hey, y/n are you feeling an intense sense of blood lust?" We both stopped walking and looked around. "A guy is hiding behind that building over there." Y/n ran after the men, "Wait y/n don't go by yourself!" Damn it when did they get so fast? "Polnareff hurry!"
I turned the same corner Y/n did and didn't find them instead there was a small child. They were crying and seemed a bit lost they seemed to be around 5 years old, "Um, Excuse me are you lost? Where are your parents?" The child looked up at me, they looked kinda familiar. "I don't know where they are. I was chasing after someone and I got lost." They must have been playing tag with their friends.
But, wait could it be? That scar they have on their hand, "Hey kid, what's your name?" The child wiped away a tear from their eyes, "Y/n L/n" There's no way. It's Y/n; they mentioned that they had a bit mark from a dog attacking them when they were younger. "Who are you mister? My parents told me not to talk to strangers." I've seen their pictures when they were younger but I didn't know they'd be this adorable as a kid.
"I'm... uh... I'm your babysitter, Polnareff. Your parents went on vacation and wanted me to take care of you until they got back." I smiled at y/n hoping they wouldn't run and believe my story, "Okay, Mr, Polnareff." I bent down to their size, "Can you tell me why you had run off chasing someone?"
"It was a man wearing a purple shirt, he had weird sunglasses, oh and he had some bells in his hair. But I don't remember why I was chasing him." Bells in his hair? "Okay, it's time to go home I need to talk with some friends. Do you mind if I were to carry you?" I know it's a strange question, but their original cloth isn't fitting them anymore. They lifted their up arms I quickly adjust their shirt to cover them and picked them up, placing them on my shoulder, "Woah mister you're strong!" I laughed at their cuteness.
Once we made it to the hotel, I knocked on Mr. Joestar's door and placed Y/n down. "Polnareff what the hell is a child doing with you?" I walked into the room with Y/n they hid behind me when they saw Jotaro and Avdol, "This is Y/n. It seems a stand user made them younger somehow."
"How is that possible?" Avdol walked closer to us scarring Y/n, "We don't mean any harm to you, we're friends you can trust us." They hid behind me even more. "Hey, kid you wanna watch some cartoons?" They poked their head out looking at Jotaro and nodded he signaled them over and they both started watching TV. It seems they trust Jotaro.
"Did you get a look at the stand user before it attacked them?" Avdol asked, "No I wasn't able to, Y/n did give me some information about his appearance. Y/n said it was a man with a purple shirt, he had weird sunglasses, and he had some bells in his hair. It seems that the stand user knew Y/n didn't have their stand until they were older."
"That differently sounds like a stand user. We know he'll be back to finish the job, so we'll need a plan to trap him." Mr. Joestar told me what we should do, since Y/n had a room for themself when we got here we'll use that as bait. I told the plan to Jotaro he agreed with it and set it in motion.
We bought y/n to their own room and we hid inside the bathroom, that's when we heard to window brake and a scream. "I remember you!" We quickly got out of the bathroom and ran towards the stand user, "Don't let his shadow touch you!" Y/n yelled, both Jotaro and I jumped before it could get us completely but no use it still got us somehow. Jotaro and I ran toward the man. Jotaro was able to beat the guy up... who knew for a small kid Jotaro had that much strength.
We all turned back to our normal ages, "Y/n you alright?" They were on the bed, "What happened? Everything feels like a distant memory."
"You were turned into a kid by this piece of trash stand user." Jotaro picked up Alessi by the hair before throwing him out the window. "Gosh, what a creep. I'm glad to have you back Y/n." I gave y/n a hug, "Did I do anything embarrassing?" I laughed, "No, you were just terrified of Avdol and Mr. Joestar is all. You also took quite a liking to Jotaro though." Jotaro tipped his hat, "Good grief. I'm tired let's go Polnareff." I waved Y/n goodbye.
A few moments ago before the plan was carried out
Before I had discussed the plan with Jojo, I sat down next to y/n; they looked up at Jotaro and tugged at his coat, "Hey mister." He looked down at the child, "You don't speak much, do you?" He didn't say anything except tip his hat down. Y/n smiled at Jotaro, "Do you wanna be friends? I don't have many friends at school, would you like to be my first friend?"
"Sure, kid." Y/n smiled so brightly, "Yay, I made a friend! Can't wait to tell mom!" Avdol and Mr. Joestar laughed while Jotaro... well he was a bit embarrassed by this and had his hat covering his face now.
All in all, I'm glad things worked out and Y/n is back to normal.
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