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postazkabansiriussupremacy · 3 days

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Big. SoftDom!Sirius x Reader

Just porn no plot. Sirius has a size kink (aka i have a size kink and i’m projecting that onto him). I picture post azkaban!sirius being the sweetest dom

CW: nsfw. talks of consent. oral (fem receiving). piv. sub and dom. overstimulation. size kink. Praise kink. Pet names (Sweetheart, love, etc.)

Sirius has always been on the larger end of the spectrum… in more ways than one. From his height, to his broad shoulders, to his hands, and right down to his feet (and you know what they say about men with big feet).

He’s always used his size to his advantage. It’s good to use for intimidating others, he can always reach things on the top shelf, always has a good view of everyone in the room, and admittedly… it’s wonderful in bed.

And for that reason, he’s always had a thing for women smaller than him.

Then enter you.

You meet for the first time and the top of your head barely comes up to the middle of his chest. You stay for dinner after the meeting and Sirius asks you to pass the salt. His hand easily engulfs yours, and from that point on he’s absolutely smitten.

And those feelings only increase as your relationship progresses.

Now he’s got you in his bed with your knees pressed to your chest, slowly but surely pushing his large member into your tight little pussy.

Sirius made sure to put in a lot of prep work before attempting to fit himself inside you. He started with his tongue.

Focusing first and foremost on your clit, he spent a good while making you cum on his tongue. He wanted you to be soaking through the bedsheets before he even thought about using his fingers.

And once he was sure you were wet enough, he started with two fingers. Sirius pushed them inside, his tongue still lapping mercilessly at your clit, and curled his fingers inside over and over again until he thought you couldn’t take anymore.

Finally taking his mouth away from your cunt, he raised up to see your face. And oh, you poor thing… Look at you!

Red, tear stained cheeks and your chest rapidly rising and falling. You look so cute Sirius almost laughs. “So overstimulated and worn out just from my mouth, hmm? You sure you can handle more? Do you want me to stop there, sweetheart?”

Mind in a fog, breathing heavily, and barely coherent, you look Sirius in the eyes and shake your head. “No, I can take it.”

He grins and leans forward to kiss your mouth, leaving his fingers deep in your pussy. He gives you long, slow kisses whilst spreading his fingers apart in an effort to stretch you out some more.

After a few moments of kissing and stretching you apart with his fingers, Sirius pulls away and looks down at you. So small underneath him, his body overtakes yours completely. The sad and pathetic tears in your eyes, but oh-so determined to still take his cock.

He can’t help but feel proud of you. He smiles and kisses your forehead once more before whispering, “Such a brave girl for me.”

Sirius pulls his fingers out of your snatch and brings them to your mouth. You open wide and suck his fingers dry without having to be told to do so, and Sirius feels his cock twitch. He stares down at you, his fingers still deep in your mouth and Merlin, maybe he should start looking at rings… He brushes a sweaty strand of hair off your forehead. “That’s my girl.”

Sirius pushes your knees up to your chest and places a pillow under your bum. He aligns his cock up to your puffy, sopping wet cunt and slowly pushes his head inside. And holy fuck…. he starts to wonder if maybe he should’ve stretched you out with more fingers first.

It’s a tight fit. Sirius typically wasn’t one to moan during sex, but after pushing inside you? The sound that comes out of his mouth is damn-near embarrassing. Quickly followed up by a “Fuck, Y/n!”

Sirius quickly has to pull himself out of his own head, because if he doesn’t focus on you then he’ll lose himself and accidentally hurt you.

Rather than focusing on how tightly you grip his cock, he keeps his eyes on your face. Your eyes squeezed shut and mouth open wide in a gasp, Sirius places his hands on your shins and squeezes to get your attention.

Your eyes open and look up to him. Sirius can see the exhaustion and overstimulation written all over your face, and yet you keep going.

He feels an overwhelming amount of appreciation for your trust in him. He could easily take it too far by moving too quickly or pushing too deeply, resulting in a horrible and painful experience for you. But with your trust that he’ll do what’s best for you, you allow him to take full control of the situation and of your body.

The thought gives him a warm feeling in his chest.

Sirius doesn’t push any farther, but rubs your legs and coos, “Feeling alright, love?”

You nod and place your hands on top of his much larger ones, assuring him. “I’m good.”

He smiles and slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth, careful to not give you too much too quickly. With each thrust forward he inserts himself a little deeper, and Fuck does it takes a lot of self control…

Despite it being such a tight squeeze, the slick walls of your pussy allow him to easily push forward. Sirius doesn’t take his eyes off your face, vigilantly on the lookout for any signs of pain or discomfort.

Once Sirius’s shaft is about halfway inserted, you grip his hands, fingernails digging into his skin, and whine, “Feels so full!”

Sirius doesn’t pause his thrusts, which are slowly coming faster and faster. He praises, knowing you can handle more. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”

The deeper Sirius goes, the moans and whines spilling out of your mouth become louder and more consistent until you’re tightly gripping the bedsheets and praising his name like a hymn.

Sirius is close to bottoming out when he starts to feel the walls of your cunt clenching and squeezing around him like a vice grip. He groans, knowing he won’t be lasting much longer either. “That’s it, baby, cum for me just one more time.”

Seeing your back arch and eyes rolling to the back of your head, Sirius finally pushes the full length of his shaft inside you. He cums with a loud moan of your name followed by a string of curses.

Once the high begins to pass, he looks down at you: sweaty, red-faced, exhausted, and absolutely glowing. Breathing heavily and knowing he probably looks the same as you, Sirius lets out a quiet laugh. Not pulling his cock out quite yet, he spreads your legs off your chest and leans down to kiss you. “You alright, love?”

“Perfect.” You breathe. “Bit nervous I’ll have trouble walking tomorrow though.”

#this was meant to be a short lil drabble #idk how this happened #he’s just so fine #i got carried away #i didn’t proofread and i’m not going to #sirius black #sirius black x reader #post azkaban sirius #post azkaban sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction

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chiropteracupola · 1 year

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but I remember you, and I will relate to you /

just how our histories interweave...

[collaboration with @dxppercxdxver again]

#em draws stuff #flintlock fortress #team fortress 2 #FINALLY done with this one (it's been maybe a week and I kept getting distracted)#love to have a picture with lots of other smaller pictures inside of it #and I think that this one sits very nicely in the middle of the vibes that I wanted to capture #not a lot to say beyond the fact that I'm proud of myself! and sometimes that's enough.#when one is having a lot of messy nonsense emotions sometimes a bit of scribble is really the only thing for it #oh yeah and the caption lyrics are from the mariner's revenge song

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 5 days

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Roommate!simon uses his size to his advantage

Warnings: pure smut mdni (18+), size difference, size kink?, rough sex, kinda mean!simon but like it’s just him being a tease Idk I saw pictures of this man again and remembered how big he was so here

He’s aware of his size, especially since he’s lived with you for a while now.

He gets things on the top shelves for you and sometimes puts them there to tease you. Since you moved into the new flat, that’s a lot smaller than your old one, you no longer can squeeze past him in the hallway he has to completely move out of the way to let you pass.

He takes up a lot of space whether he means to or not.

Sometimes he means to though.

You stifled a moan and he clicked his tongue with slight disapproval before he pressed his body up against you, continuing his assault against your clit.

Simon had you pinned against the wall for no other reason than he could. You tried to get past him but all it took was for him to lean his weight against you and suddenly you weren’t going anywhere.

“Let me hear you.” He whispered in your ear, breath hot and enticing as he slipped his fingers inside your wet cunt. “Wanna know how much you like my fingers inside you.”

“Simon!” You choked out, a loud moan escaping your lips as he roughly fucked his fingers inside your cunt.

A smile spread across his face when you gripped his wrist, your hand so much smaller against his while he abused your hole. The sound of your slick filled the air as he moved his fingers in and out at a steady pace, the palm of his hand rubbing your clit in tandem with them.

Your pussy clenched around his finger tight and began to pulse as an orgasm wrecked your body. A broken moan left your throat as Simon pressed you further into the wall while your body shook.

You couldn’t escape, not that you wanted to anyway, and it sent the blood rushing straight to his painfully hard cock.

He bucked his hips into your ass, his cock still covered by his sweatpants, and scoffed when you pressed back against him for more friction.

“You fuckin’ love it don’t you, yeah?” His voice was low in your ear as he slowly began to fuck you with his fingers again, ignoring your weak attempts to have him give you a break. “Love when I pin you down and fuck you.”

Your walls clenched at his words and you moaned.

“Say it.” He demanded.

“N-no.” You shook your head with slight embarrassment.

Simon took his fingers out and you whined. He didn’t say anything as he shoved your shorts and underwear down before he pulled out his cock.

Beads of precum sat on the top before he ran it along your slit and teased your entrance. He held your hips in place despite your protests and slowly pushed himself inside you, knowing that even when he was rough he still didn’t want to make the initial stretch hurt more.

A low groan escaped him when he bottomed out and you squirmed underneath him. You tried to moved you’d hips but there was no room between you, him and the wall he had you pinned to.

Simon wrapped his arms around your waist before he slowly dragged his cock out of your abused cunt only to slam his hips against your plump flesh.

You let out a loud chorus of moans as he thrust into you at a deep and steady pace. You had no choice but to let him pound you into the wall and you willfully let him overpower you.

“S’alright.” He grunted and began to play with your clit. “I’ll make you say it.”

@tacticalanklebiter3000 enjoy this horny mess hehe

#the roommate series #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #call of duty #I haven’t really written him as being rough with reader yet #so here’s this #very much consensual tho #not pictured was him asking if it’s okay before this began lol

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russellsppttemplates · 21 days

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6V6n-No6Eu/?igsh=MXFydWFzODkyOWEyYg==

What about a blurb with P asking for the reader because she hasn't seen her in a while? And Lando tells her you're flying over and they arrange a playdate for you

Note: this is easily the cutest video I've ever seen of them 🥹

"Look! It's Lando! Can I go?", the British driver heard as he hung out outside of the hospitality, getting some fresh air before he had to go to the meeting room,

"P!", he cheered, finding the source of the voice, "you're here for the race this weekend?", he mused.

"Yes, me and mama came to watch Maxie race!", she said excitedly as she hugged Lando.

"That's a nice idea - are you enjoying it? I like your backpack", he smiled at the kanguru like backpack, giving Kelly a quick greeting before turning his attention back to the little girl.

"Is Y/N here with you?", Penelope asked, looking around for you.

"She's flying over today! She should be here in a couple of hours", Lando smiled as she nuzzled her head on his tummy, "do you miss her?".

"Yes, I do! I haven't seen her in so looong", P extended the word with a groan as Lando petted her head slightly, "do you think she'll want to come play with me? Me and Maxie found some swings yesterday", she smiled.

"I bet she will - I don't think she's coming to the paddock today, but tomorrow she will be here, and you can tell her all about those cartoons you showed me the other day too!", Lando suggested.

"Yes! Mama! Me and Y/N have a playdate tomorrow!", she yelled as Kelly approached them after she snapped a couple of pictures at the cute moment.

"Is that so, hm? Did she say yes to it or are you making everyone follow your lead? Her teacher says she's always bossing the other kids around", she mused.

"She's not here, but Lando says she's flying today and tomorrow we have a playdate - we have to bring my iPad so I can show her the new Bluey episode - do you know if she's seen if?", Penelope asked.

"I'm sure she hasn't", Lando assumed, "which means you'll get to show her for the first time, darling!", he smiled.

"Yes! Tomorrow, we'll come here to find Y/N - tell her that I like her a lot and that I can't wait, okay?", Penelope asked.

"I will - say hi to Max for me too?", he stretched his pinky finger to lace it in her much smaller one.

"That was cute actually", Zak said once they were back inside the hospitality.

"She loves Y/N, which also means I gave her a free pass to steal my girlfriend for the whole weekend", Lando mumbled, "might have not been the best decision considering I haven't seen her in two weeks and I would very much like to keep her all to myself".

"Should've thought about it first as I'm not sure you can compete with Bluey - that episode is very fluffy!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#lando norris blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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uvuyai · 10 months

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“Wanting You Only” 𓆪

Minors DNI, below this point below includes suggestive wording, disturbing content and nsfw parts and such.

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; 𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗠 𝗫 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: suggestive, introduction,

✧ꔛ˚┆➤𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.» Being with clingy roommates is really a pain, due to them being clingy and letting you barely go out, maybe you should step up but they made you step down.

✧ꔛ˚┆➤ 𝐓𝐖// collage au, poly relations, delusional, gore, killing, suggestive thoughts, mentions of impregnation, mentioned breeding kink, underwear stealing, size difference,

THE PROTECTOR 𓆪

✎ When you first met Axel, he came off as the poker faced "if i talk to you your dead" type of guy is what i imagined. He has long black hair that was tied into a rats tail with red eyes. You thought he was popular despite the way he gets love letters from various girls around campus.

✎ When Both you and Axel agreed to become acquainted with each other and move in, he started to be more less stoned faced and rather being more helpful. Whenever you go out he comes with you saying that you can get abducted at any given moment. You give him a small laugh which makes his pale cheeks turn bright pink.

✎ When cooking with each other, he usually stands behind you which you deemed un-normal for people as friends to do with each other since it is a very intimate thing when it comes to relationships which you weren't in. He shakes it off as it's nothing far too bad. It's clearly a lie but it's not as clear to you.

✎ When you're out with friends, he quickly goes into your dirty laundry and steals it for other reasons since he misses your scent around him.

✎ He doesn't let you in his rooms where he has a bunch of deadbolt locks on his door only he could enter through. What he has inside is cum stained underwear, pictures of you in the kitchen, living room or hanging out with friends.(the friends have black marker x's on their faces while you have small and bigger hearts around your face. Maybe he has a picture of you sleeping. Just maybe..

✎ In the mere future, he wishes to be married to you one way or another. Maybe includes a smaller version of you and him in the mix as well. That might just sound like a fantasy don't ya think? (He imagines how your walls would feel around him, orgasm after orgasm till he deems your filled to the brim with his cum.)

THE LONER 𓆪

✎ When Axel brought you too meet his family one day, you got well acquainted with his two year younger brother, Lance. He has bags under his eyes which were caused by his insomnia. When he moved in with you and Axel, there were some bumpy bumps here and there. Usually fights would break off which was circled around you most of the time.

✎ He has golden fluffy hair and lime green eyes. He is very pale and seems too much of an introverted person. Lance has pretty good grades and is in the student council. You respect him and try to help hime with his needs.

✎ And random times at night(mostly 12), he would come bursting into your room with tears streaming down his cheeks as his dug his face into your chest. He asks you to sing to him and you nod your head and proceed to sing him to sleep. Sometimes he fakes it and just wants to be in your warmth.

✎ He technically picks a fight with his brother for the sake of it. Axel knows he does it for your attention and your comfort which Lance knows he isn't much of a fan of.

✎ He's just like his brother, when you are gone or sometimes when your just chilling in the living room, he sneaks into the laundry room and steals some of your underwear. He doesn't cum do anything to it, he usually just wants to get off your scent. It takes his mind off the stress since he's been through a lot.

✎ Some days when you study with him, he often wishes you were on top of him, making him scream and beg for you while you squeeze around him. He wishes Axel and the others to hear what you're doing to him.

✎ He cherishes the fact that you and him could married one day since you look after him like he's your child or husband

THE JOCK 𓆪

✎ When Freddy first saw you in one of his classes, he quickly grew fond of you. He was amazed you weren't chasing him around or trying to get his attention. You were just a normal person in college.

✎ Freddy has long brown shoulder length hair with blue eyes. They look like sapphires when they glow. He is pretty cocky so he's the type to be a playful dom. When he looks down at you when you're in front of him, he just can't imagine how cute you look(He could see you squirming under him as you take his large cock).

✎ Everytime he glances at the crowd at his games, he always spots you in the crowd smiling at him. The world feels as if it went in slow motion. It gave him a little boost as he touched the goal.

✎ He likes to steal your attention away from Axel And Lance. He's the type to sling both of his arms around their shoulders with an outburst attitude. He is pretty rich and would spoil the hell out of you. He's like your sugar daddy but you don't get too intimate with him.

✎ Freddy is quite the trouble maker. When you're gone for too long or even for a minute, he won't steal your underwear. He'll rather steal your shirts that you don't wear often or things you use in your daily life, like a hair brush or a plush.

THE AVOIDER 𓆪

✎ Xavier is technically Axel if they were twins. When you met Xavier he just gave you a face of scowl and walked off but deep inside his heart sped up by a thousand.

✎ Xavier has curly dirty blonde hair and hazel brown eyes. He's pretty fit and actually has a pretty healthy schedule.

✎ When you became roommates, he didn't ask you for anything rather you had to ask him. He'd often shoo you off but after a few 'pretty pleasee' and puppy eyes, he'll face palm your face softly and he'll help you with whatever.

✎ He's pretty good friends with Axel, maybe friends since highschool. He despises you and Freddy since you both are annoying and whiny. But he has a soft spot for you so he despises you by a 1%.

✎ When he sees you with someone he has rivalry with, he'll try to ruin their reputation or slip some illegal contraband in their bag and report then to the school counselor.

✎ Xavier likes to send you gifts so he's your secret admirer but he lives with you. He likes to send you notes between you too so he's also your pen pal.

✎ He sulks a lot and finds your pillows for comfort since your scent is soothing and he likes you very much and he'll take it to the heart. He'll only do this when you're gone but when you're in your room and he's sulking he'll knock on your door and ask if he can chill with you.(there are times when he'll slide his hand over your thigh.)

A/N ; I know it's been a long time since I've posted but I'm back!

#thirst.𓆪 #✎ Collage boys #✎ Yandere harem #✎ yandere #yandere oc #yandere harem #✎ Suggestive 𓆪 #*SXXHIJKOX 𓆪 #✎ New theme #yandere smut #𓆩RI.𓆪 #𓆩!smutty.𓆪 #yandere x reader

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creedslove · 1 year

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BETRAYED - PART ONE

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, Pedro being kind of a dick, drinking

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PART TWO is here

You bit your lips when you saw your own reflection in the mirror, twirling softly as you analyzed yourself in the high couture dress the stylish team had picked exactly for you. After weeks of insistence, Pedro finally convinced you to be his plus one in an event. You'd been close for a long time and you always made sure to support him, attending events and premieres with special invitations he gave you, but never walking down the red carpet. You both knew it would just send everybody the wrong idea, and as his popularity was really high, you all agreed it wouldn't be a great idea to spark rumors and gossip, especially at how private he'd always been about his personal life.

However, after all the support you gave him, Pedro knew you deserved some of the glamour he was living and without exposing you to the media and all the lack of privacy that could lead, he picked a smaller event, a magazine cocktail ou gala, something like that, you weren't so sure. One there wouldn't be a red carpet per se, but rather a gala with a real nice dinner for the guests and a nice party to enjoy afterwards. There would be photographers, sure, but once inside, there was no way to point fingers at whoever was each other's plus ones.

The man really wanted you to have the whole experience, so he required his team of stylists to treat you like a real princess. He knew you deserved it, not only for the friendship you two had, but also as a way of trying to forget the guilt he felt every time he thought of how he probably broke your heart.

Pedro wasn't blind, ever since you became really close friends, he knew the affection, the words and the actions you had towards him meant something else, but he always chose to pretend not to notice, after all, no matter how incredible you were, he didn't feel the same. Yes, you were gorgeous, you were smart and amazing, but he just didn't feel that sparkle, and the fact you were a lot younger than he was didn't count on your relationship's favor. He was able to act as if he didn't know your feelings for him grew each passing day, until you being a lot braver than he could ever be, decided to come clean and open up about how you really felt. He hated himself for being honest and telling you in the best way he could find your feelings were one sided. It took you a couple of weeks to let it sink until you were able to act normal around him again. You loved Pedro and you would rather be around him as only friends, keeping your hopes high than being away from him. It wasn't healthy, but that was the way. Pedro also got relieved when he saw he didn't lose you, just because he didn't love you romantically, it didn't mean he didn't love you as a friend and cherished your friendship.

Once you were ready, he knocked on the door and walked in, smiling big at the sight of you in your pretty dress and took a step closer

"You're gorgeous Y/N… a real princesa"

he said in his accent which made you blush. You also took a look at him up and down and nodded, approving the look that was picked for him

"You look great as well, Pedrito" you smiled at him, though the butterflies in your stomach never stopped, no matter how hard you tried to pretend they did.

He offered you his arm and both went to the car together.

The event went smoothly, way better than you anticipated, there was no red carpet and though the photographers snapped pictures of him, no one bothered you. You didn't pay much attention to the theme of the gala and nor the speeches delivered, you paid attention to Pedro and how well he got along with people, always friendly and bringing smiles to everybody's face when he was around.

By the time the party was going on, the music was loud, people were dancing and you and Pedro were not sparing any drinks from the open bar, it was your turn to leave the dance floor and get yourselves another drink, so you interrupted your dance and smiled at him before going to the bar. You sighed at the amount of people in front of you and had no other choice but to stand in line to pick your beverages. You knew you'd take a while to return, but once you had the two glasses in hand you didn't expect to see him dance with another woman. Hell, you didn't expect to see him dance like that with another woman. Her body was glued to his and it was obvious to everyone they were just humping each other than doing dance steps. His hand was on her hips as she moved against his body, leaving no space between them. You stopped dead on tracks, watching the grotesque scene, as a hole formed in your chest. There wasn't any other word that could describe it better. At the first sight it was an intense pang, jealousy, sadness and anger heated up your body and raced your heart, but then, no matter how you didn't want to watch the scene, you also felt unable to look away, you became numb. There was just an emptiness inside of your heart and then you were able to turn your back to them and head back for the table.

It took all your willpower not to cry, but you wouldn't give him or anyone the taste of shedding tears over that, let alone in a room full of people you didn't know. You just finished the two drinks and remained in silence, wondering if you should just go home or drink more.

You were about to head for the bar another time when Pedro rushed to you, he was panting and smiled at you clueless, there was a soft flush on his cheeks and he held his suit jacket strategically on front of his lap, probably hiding the tent he got there.

"Hey, Y/N… honey, listen, I told you I'd take you home but something came up…" he scratched the back of his head "so if it's alright if you, maybe you can go home on your own? Text me when you get there so I know you arrived safely, okay? We'll talk tomorrow" he said in a rush and left a quick peck on your cheek, before turning your back to you and walking to the woman he was dancing with, taking her by the hand and quickly disappearing out of the door.

Only when your Uber arrived, you finally allowed yourself to let those tears fall, not even when he straight up told you to your face he didn't love you back, you felt as rejected and humiliated as that night. You hated that woman without even knowing her and you hated him for doing that to you.

In the early morning, Pedro left you a text asking if you'd arrived home safely, to which you didn't reply, you just silenced your phone and tried going back to sleep, so you'd forget about everything that happened.

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A/N: I hope you liked it!!!

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanons #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal smut #actors #male actors

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cannellee · 1 month

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mikey with a omega who’s shorter than him?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha!mikey x tiny!omega!reader

— his reaction to having an omega shorter than him

my masterlist: ☆

mikey loves his bite sized omega! so cute and frail, so easy to hold and spin around in his arms.

mikey himself is fairly short, especially for an alpha. of course he makes up for his height with his strength, but there's something endearing and so right about having a smaller omega by his side.

it's simply the way you run up to him and instantly look like a lost puppy, your size making you look so much cuter.

his adoration for you is limitless. he can't get over how adorable you are during any circumstances of your life, it's like you were made to look lovely.

you're so huggable, the perfect human pillow for him to take a nap on. your lap is the comfiest, but he definitely prefers to hold you from behind at night, tucking your little body against his chest and gently kissing your forehead. you fit so perfectly against him and he won't sleep any other way !

what he loves about it, is how big your nest looks compared to you. you always look so lost, swimming inside all the blankets and pillows. it makes him want to cuddle with you so bad, shower you with pheromones and roll you into a burrito so that you can't escape his kisses.

same with his clothes. the first time you tried them on, he laughed and took a picture of you, loving how it highlighted your height. now, he forces you into all of his sweaters whenever you step a foot into his home. the claim it puts on you calms him down and it fuels his urge to keep you safe and sound because of how cute it makes you look.

but also, he'll take it as his chance to tease you a lot, hiding his laugh at the way your frown deepens and your mouth pouts out of annoyance. he just can't take you seriously, even with your arms crossed and your reprimands. not when you have to look up at him, big doe eyes fixated on him despite how tough you try to appear.

the only think he'll want to do is pinch your cheeks and pick you up all he wants. after all, you can't do anything to stop him and seeing your little legs uselessly kick in the air for him to let you go, gives him a heart attack.

he won't directly admit how he loves your height. instead, he'll make slight jokes about how small omegas like you shouldn't be acting all big and mighty.

he pats your head a lot! that could be considered his love language at this point. always digging his fingers through your smooth hair, telling you how perfect you look next to him.

whenever you get lost in crowds, you send mikey into a panic and he somehow never expects you to creep up behind him even though that's how you always surprise him.

needless to say he didn't see you coming!

you're basically drowning between all those people and you have to hold mikey's arm like a lifeline when the streets are getting way too busy.

he once tied a balloon to your back when you went to an amusement park that was particularly crowded. funnily enough, he could spot you really well, watching how the pink balloon seemed to float on its own and guided him to your excited self.

but you sometimes look so helpless mikey can't help but be constantly worried. such a vulnerable omega.., he knows you'd have a hard time without him.

of course, mikey isn't the most reliable person in terms of housework and such, but he can definitely protect you. he'd much rather play the role of guard dog than anything else.

and it's true that you sometimes look a bit clueless and it doesn't help that your small height makes you look even more like a prey than other omegas. it looks so easy to crush you and hurt you... mikey is scared that one clumsy move on his part will have you collapse before him.

and what about the others ? both his fear of losing you and his clingy personality can't let you go out on your own without at least his scent on you. a strong and capable scent to warn off others.

as for you, he thinks your scent goes so well with your appearance. you won't be able to see a scent match this well with its owner. a cute, sweet and candy-like scent, perfectly suited for such a lovely omega like you.

he goes behind you and puts his chin on top of your head, casually breathing you in. you ask what he's doing but he's simply holding you still, telling you to stop moving.

but really, this tiny size you've got makes mikey even more protective of you. he has been friends with other alphas his whole life and he knows how disrespectful and disgusting they can get towards an omega who looks as naive and innocent as you.

he tries to teach you to look more fierce, but those soft features of yours can't fool anyone...

in the end, it doesn't really matter and he won't pressure you into learning to fight. mikey can be distrustful and cautious for the both of you, so you don't need to worry your pretty head over anything of the sort. let your big and powerful alpha do his job and simply enjoy life like you deserve !

really, all he wants is to preserve that bright personality of yours, keep you away from those who could hurt you and stop you from having any bad experiences simply because of how you were born.

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Question...how do you make your patches? They seem so fuckin cool. I'm working on a vest and a jacket atm, and I'd like for them to be done by the time a pride fest rolls around next month.

Main technique I use for making patches nowadays is linocut. Its best suited for mass production of patches.

Make sure to remember your carving the mirror image so you have to flip all the text. Using tracing paper to flip the design is a good trick, as well as leaving graphite marks on side, then pressing that to the lino to leave the marks in the same spot. Another trick with pencil is to view what ur carving in negative space quickly, put a paper over your design and shade over it with pencil, darker marks will be where you haven't carved yet.

I use speedball fabric ink, it takes 1 week to set then will be fine to be washed. I have magenta, violet, turqouise, and white. They have a limited range of fabric colors at the store. I have seen gold and silver fabric paint for sale and I will investigate it one day.

I use a speedball roller, i find the smaller one to be better than the big one as I can be more precise and waste less ink.

I got a fancy handle for $40 but the screws fallen out so its broken now so just get some heavy books. I used to use a mug. Whats important is pushing your whole body weight into it.

I got a speedball carving tool with different heads I can swap out so I can cut into the lino at different deepness and widths. The heads are stored inside the tool since its hollow and has a screwable removable bottom. I use linocut or dollar store erasers for my carvings. Make sure to wash the ink off your linocuts after your done using them.

A thing to increase the lifespan of you're linocuts is to use wood glue, some cork or wood pieces, and glued the lino stamps onto them. I dont do that yet so my stamps fall appart from overuse sometime and because I cut way too deep into the lino since I hate chatter.

Chatter is the term for in linocutting when theres little messy lines and stuff. It makes the art more recognisably to be linocut. My work is very clean with no chatter which is why people don't notice its linocut usually. This is a stylistic choice, with diy styles having a lot of chatter can look really cool so experiment with leaving bits of extra uncarvered lino sticking out in ur stamp. I need to experiment and buy some more lino.

You can also use multiple linocut stamps together to make a patch. Some patches ive made have like 8 different stamps. Ive made a dog nonsense patch where each letter was their own eraser stamp. You can also use different colors between the different lino stamps on the same patch to add more color. An effect I like to do is first stamp it in color, then the next day I stamp it in white over the same spot but shifted to the right and down slightly. It makes the text have a cool border 3D effect I love doing.

If making a more detailed picture with colors, i reccomend hand painting patches. I use white fabric paint mixed with acrylics for color to get all the shades i need. Acrylic paint mixed with fabric softener works too.

If doing words and you dont want a unique font reccomend using letter stamps. If you want a unique font for that i recommend hand paint for individual or linocut for mass produce.

The positive of letter stamps is the font is neat and can be done quickly. I know from lending them to my roommate that they are very helpful if you have dyslexia and have trouble getting letters right.

A visual effect of the letter stamps is that have a nice boxy edge effect, its an imperfection that adds a personally touch to it. I have both lower and upper case stamps that I got from michaels. You can use a hair band or elastic to hold a bunch of letter stamps together to make a word stamp.

You can use other stamps than letters that you find at craft stores for example my racoon print is a craftstore stamp.

You can also find big plastic letter stencils at the dollar store that you can use to do lettering by filling in gaps with a sponge or or paintbrush. They make special paintbrushes just for using stencils.

You can also get plastic stencils in the shapes of things, i got some for children and use a horse stencil for my horse smoking weed patch. Easier than drawing a horse myself.

Another technique I use for more unique clean patches is gel plating. I haven't tried printing laserprint images with it as ive seen online a lot but I will try one day. What i personally do is use it to make imprints with chains and physical objects.

Another thing i use with gelplates are any stamps or linocuts that dont have words, or words ones that i fucked up with and forgot to mirror when carving. It flips mirror image twice with the gel plate so it goes back to being right again on the patch.

Another patch making technique is using foamboard cut into shapes glued onto cardboard. This is good for a quick test of a design and is very cheap to make. It will not hold under water so is more difficult to clean.

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embracing-the-ineffable · 8 months

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Ineffable discontinuity and the Bentley's roadtrip transformation: new back doors and other changes (after it was yellow), and Crowley... didn't notice?!*

*Also, as a side observation, did he leave the Bentley window open during the ball and everything that happened after? Why?

Have you been longing to be even more perplexed by the ineffable discontinuity of Good Omens season 2? Do you love endless data in the form of screencaps? If so, then please join me on this wild ride! Here are some highlights:

Top photos: Season 1, episode 6, after Adam reboots reality; S2e2, before Aziraphale's e3 road trip. The Bentley is a gray and black 2-tone car with 2 doors (only 1 handle is visible on each side).

And on the bottom is s2e5, while Crowley is driving, it's a solid black car with 4 doors and smaller silver hubcaps.

(edit: For those of you thinking about the different Bentley models used in s1 vs s2 (discussed in detail below), or the difference between the full car and half car set, just those three full car pictures above demonstrate that the new s2 Bentley model is NOT the reason for this mid-season shift. For more details about the half car set plus other ways to tell the Bentleys apart - without talking about color - see my newer post with handy diagrams, here.)

And the s2 interior?

Here's e1, after Crowley talks to Shax, and e3, as Aziraphale arrives in Edinburgh (which is also when the Bentley debuts as a 4-door). And look at this blocking - how both characters are posed so similarly with their backs to us in these shots!! It's so deliberate! :

And look at the seats! In e2, Crowley is talking to Shax again, and in e5, Crowley just parked the Bentley before the ball:

When Crowley, who is so tuned in that he senses the car is yellow and driving too slow even from a distance, sees the "new" Bentley in e4, he doesn't act as though anything has changed, he just happily and purposefully walks up and opens the back door that was never there to put his plants inside.

THE BACK DOOR THAT WAS NEVER THERE

For that matter, Crowley and Aziraphale both seem to be unaware of the changes! This feels like both a metaphor and a functional plot device for season 3. There's more discussion at the end of this post!

Thanks to comments and observations awhile back from @bbbitchvibbbez , I did some careful searching for s2 scenes featuring the Bentley, and this post is the labor of love and irrational obsession result!

If you want to see lots more Bentley screencaps and discussion, including Crowley nonchalantly using the new back door, and possibly also leaving the Bentley window open during the ball and everything that followed, please keep reading:

Some background and context:

Ok, so there was a different Bentley "actor" for s2. The s1 actor was a 2-door, the s2 actor is a 4-door. If you look carefully, you'll see that in s1 the backseat side windows are smaller than the front side windows. In s2, they're the same size. I talk more about the windows - with handy diagrams! - in my newer Bentley post, here.

There's also been some controversy about the interior color of the s2 Bentley, black vs brown, and how that could relate to the s2 body swap theory; here are details about that from @lonicera-caprifolium and @picturesque-about-it. I don't think my findings support (or disprove) that theory, but take a look at what I found and see what you think!

(*Please don't ask Neil about any of this, he's already given us the answers he wants to give, and he's not going to spoil the surprises in s3 now by telling us what's really going on!*)

Here's the episode/scene breakdown:

S2e1 on the street with Shax - gray, two toned, two doors (one visible door handle on a side), brown interior - both the seats and the inside panel of the door. Notice how the door is hinged at the back, and opens opposite the way most modern cars do (this is called a suicide door):

More s2e1 photos, the Bentley is in a lot of scenes this episode and as far as I can tell it stays the same gray 2-door for the whole episode, but it's frequently in dark lighting to make it harder to tell it isn't actually black (I've brightened most of these shots). It also has larger silver hubcaps, and I notice consistent brown seats (these interior pics are from three different scenes):

In s2e2, the Bentley is only in two scenes, and it's the same as s2e1. Now, you can see in the larger photo below that it's obviously not the SAME as s1 - the backseat side windows are too long - but the production team DID try to make the new Bentley "actor" look the same as in season 1. It's a gray 2-tone car with 2 doors (1 handle visible on each side) with larger silver hubcaps. As an aside, what's with the red lights on the car in this shot?? I mean, yes, it's a reflection of another car's brake lights, but why put that onscreen?

Also, in case it's relevant, Crowley is wearing his turtleneck throughout this episode, and still has the silver-sided glasses from e1:

Ok, now we have s2e3, and as Crowley meets Muriel and gives Aziraphale his car keys, we see he's no longer wearing the turtleneck, AND this is when his glasses change to black-sided ones:

Outside, we see the Bentley looks the same as the rest of s2 thus far, as Aziraphale sets off for Edinburgh. Gray 2-tone, brown interior (with window bullet hole decals very visible), with larger silver hubcaps. There's only one handle visible, so it's still meant to look like a 2-door:

Ok, here's where things start to change! Azi is driving and the Bentley is yellow. The seats might (?) be black, there's still only one door handle on the side, the silver hubcaps are still larger. But when he "changes it back", NOW it's black:

And by the time he pulls into Edinburgh, Transformation Complete. (Did Something Else Happen?? Or is this an effect of Aziraphale finally being welcome to take care of this extension of Crowley? More speculation at the end!) It's a black 4-door, two handles clearly visible on the side, with smaller silver hubcaps:

And the interior? The door panel, at least, is black now - and it has a texture that wasn't there when it was brown. Here's e1 next to e3 (and appreciate, again, this very intentional parallel blocking of the two actors!):

In s2e4, we see the Bentley in two scenes; at the beginning when Aziraphale meets Shax-as-hitchhiker, where we see the bullet holes and the black door lining, and at the end when the Bentley is reunited with Crowley:

When Aziraphale parks the Bentley back at the bookshop, we see the bullet hole decals and that it's still a black 4-door:

So he goes to meet Crowley, they come back with the plants. We can see that the camera is to the rear of the car, and the front of the car is to their left. They're standing on the left side of the car. If Crowley opens the door, we won't see the interior door panel, right? Because the Bentley doors are hinged on the back, instead of the front, so the door will open towards us:

WELL. Mx "I can feel when you drive below the speed limit" and "change it back!" Crowley very eagerly walks up to the BLACK car, greets it with some sweet baby talk, and then opens the suddenly-existing BACK door with a hinge on the front (so it opens away from us) as if this is All Perfectly Normal, and we can (barely) see the door lining and it's BLACK and textured:

A few more shots of Crowley, standing at the brand-new back door of the Bentley, still wearing those black-sided glasses:

And in case you're wondering, in s1e2 when Anathema gets a ride in the Bentley, she climbs into the backseat from the front driver door, and she climbs out through the front passenger door. There wasn't a back door on either side. Here she climbs into the Bentley, and you can see Crowley fold down the front seat, and there's clearly only one door on that side, and it's hinged at the back. (When she gets out on the passenger side, it's harder to see, but you can tell that door is also hinged at the back.) :

In s2e5, Crowley drives the Bentley to the bookshop, and then we only catch a few small glimpses of it while Aziraphale is recruiting shopkeepers to the meeting/ball. Here's Crowley driving the black 4-door Bentley with small silver hubcaps, and here he is getting out of the car with black seats. The front door is still hinged at the back, as it always has been. The window is open - his hand is reaching through to open the door - so we can't see the bullet hole decals:

The next time we see more than a hint of the Bentley, it's the end of s2e6 and Crowley is standing next to it, watching Azi leave with the Metatron. It's still black, with 4 doors and black seats and smaller hubcaps. We don't see the bullet hole decals, but perhaps the window is still open from when he parked it in e5? (And WHY would he leave the window open? Was someone supposed to come by after he parked it to deliver something to the Bentley, or take something out?) Emotional photos ahead:

I over exposed that last picture, to make the colors really easy to pick out. The seats are absolutely, definitely black.

So... what does it mean? Why did it happen, and why didn't Crowley notice or react?

I love the metaphor that Aziraphale subconsciously created a back door for - or into - Crowley, especially with all those references to the "back channels" of communication between heaven and hell. I'm thinking it could represent - or actually be - another way for them to communicate, or like another entrance to his heart; it's something that Aziraphale doesn't realize he changed or added and that Crowley hasn't noticed yet either, even if he's making use of those changes on some level. I'm sure other metaphors could also fit!

And I'm reminded of something @theeminentlyimpractical said, "Crowley, despite his whining, fully accepts the idea of "our car," which fundamentally transforms the Bentley". That post was liked by Neil, so there could definitely be something to this "our car" transformation line of thinking.

So, was the transformation a subconscious effect of Aziraphale finally being welcome by Crowley to drive the Bentley, and caring for and taking responsibility for this part of Crowley? Or did Aziraphale consciously do this, or did Crowley? Or maybe the Bentley is sentient, and it chose to be bigger/different now, to accommodate both of them. Or did the change happen in response to Something Else We Didn't See?

Is Crowley's (and Aziraphale's) apparent non-reaction another example of an unreliable narrator or some memory tampering? Is manipulation of the Book of Life involved? Are there multiple timelines? Is someone time traveling? Or is it just that Aziraphale and Crowley already discussed the changes off screen, before Aziraphale left Edinburgh?

If Crowley noticed the changes, I would have expected a comment about them. Either, "change it back!" or a reluctant, "those are changes I can live with", or... Something. But instead, the production team went to some trouble to make sure the hints are there, but hard to spot (you can review the similar, careful s1 hints about the appearance swap here, from @fuckyeahgoodomens); as opposed to, for one example, the way they very clearly pointed out Maggie's mysterious spelling mistake, both on screen and in the dialogue. So I feel reasonably certain the Bentley's transformation is a careful, subtle hint about a Secret Something Important That Will Be Revealed In Season 3. I think it's both a metaphor and a plot device*.

What are some of your favorite metaphors? Your most reasonable theories? What about some of your biggest, wildest, most improbable theories?

*And if you enjoy Good Omens metas, theories, clues, etc, I have a big pinned collection of those from the fandom, here!

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If we have demon lords rut here, how about some demon knot headcanons 👀 Like how they act when they got stuck deep inside (maybe when they are not even satisfied and want more than just got stuck together)

I'll do you one better. I'll just do dick headcannons; we all know what their dicks look like, but they're far too human for my taste, let's sprinkle in a little bit of demon dick shall we?

Five current lords

Lucifer/Satan/Mammon/Beelzebub/Leviathan Demon dick head cannons(with dildo pictures)

NSFW(duh) mdi

With massive help from @smallestapplin thank you so much!

These are just my head cannons only The pictures are just to use as a physical reference thank you and enjoy the dick!

Cw: monster fucker demon cock, monster cock, dildo pictures, ovipositors, eggs :).

Lucifer

The most 'normal-looking' penis. Has more length than girth. It's veiny and smooth as it arches upward to reach every single spot inside you with appointed tip that nuzzles against your deepest parts. With little bumps that make you arch your back when they slide against your velvet walls. When he had sex with you, this was his first time. You thought you were going to teach him how to pleasure you and be in control. To your surprise, He flips you over holding you down and fucking you like a running animal. Overcome with a feeling that he has never felt before: delicious and addictive. His cock trying desperately to overwhelm you so he could see those pretty tears.

Satan

Lots of smaller ridges, lots of texture. When he's inside you, oh boy, you'll feel him. And he'll fuck you till you're weeping little human hole remembers the shape and every ridge or bump on him. He is much thicker, especially on his blunt tip, which has bumps. All the better to make you cum with. Can you imagine, as he rails you, that rigid cock scraping against your tightening walls?

Mammon

Knotted. thick and long. Pussy destroyer 9999. With pulsing veins on his knot and thick ridges. Big enough to fill you full and stretch you out. Demon cocks have the ability to grow bigger than his is no exception. His blood swells with his knot he still determined to fuck you even with his knot locking you two together. Clawing your ass addicted to the feeling of He's knot getting squeezed by your walls.

Beelzebub

Long and strangely muscular, He's normal in girth, but his cock is slightly longer than the other Lord's. It looks normal yet almost alien However, you put your answer when it's close this cock grows pulsating. He still would deep against you, And then you feel it small round objects, firm yet squishy, going inside you before you get filled up with his cum. He smiles, giving you a shit-eating grin; He loves when His bed partners first feels how he cum how His cock contracts and fills them with his eggs. Work of surprise on their face is heavily addicting.

Leviathan

His human cock is a ruse. Using some kind of demon magic or potions to make both his cocks appear not only has one but more human, to maintain that perfect image in reality He not only has two dicks they are more tentacle like flexible and long reaching every inch inside you. When it's not enough to satisfy feeling you completely he tries to fill you with both of them.

They are firm flexible, slimy, and very sensitive.

#smut #whb #what in hell is bad #what in 'hell' is bad #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb satan #whb mc #whb x reader #Lucifer's little fangs aaaa

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punk4ndisorderly · 1 year

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

I - a face to call home II

Jack adjusted the sleeves of his white shirt, still unsure about whether he should pull them up or down. He couldn’t help but feeling nervous now that he was preparing himself to walk inside. Being back in the old development camp brought back a lot of memories. Some happy, some weirdly random, some sad.

“Is it the Gretzky to my Messier I see?"

The sound of her voice made him perk up instantly and he could've sworn he'd heard angels sing when he looked up and saw her face.

"Y/N, hi!" he stuttered, walking up to her immediately and pecking her cheek, giving her a warm hug.

"You look great, Mr. Waynederful! See you inside!” she smiled, rubbing his arm up and down quickly before giving him a pat on the shoulder and being on her way, saying hi to everyone she encountered as she neared the entrance.

Y/N Y/L/N looked even more beautiful than she did eight years before, if that was even possible. Her once long hair had a darker tone to it, the hot pink of her teenage rebellious phase long washed away, and it was now resting right by her chest. She had ditched her Doc Martens and her band t-shirts, but she was still Y/N. Good old Y/N. The same girl he had a huge crush on for years. The one that got away.

"You really need to get it over with, buddy." the man heard someone say from behind him, making him turn around to find one of his best friends shaking his head in disapproval. "It's been what, ten years?"

"Come on, man... I just broke up with my girlfriend." Jack rolled his eyes, putting his hands in his pockets.

Trevor’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and a giddy smile crept up on his lips.

"Caufield!" he yelled out to the smaller man approaching them, looking through his bag. "Pay up, doofus!" the blond man demanded, making their friend groan loudly.

"Did you bet on how much time my relationship would last? Again?" Jack huffed, annoyed at his friends’ lack of sensibility.

"Sorry, dude... I just really love making money at your expense. Plus, Cole is going to have to wear a clown nose the whole day because of this." Trevor shrugged in response. "Look, as I see it, this is your chance. From what I've heard, she's pretty much single. You're single. When was the last time you two were single at the same time? That's right, never. This is how it's going to go down: you finally get it over with this weekend and we all live happily ever after. I promise it won't hurt." he added, giving him a thumbs up.

Jack looked at him baffled, incredulous at his honesty and how forward he was about this particular subject. He had always been particularly invested in helping set the two up, but the brunette man was too shy to act on his feelings and Y/N... Was Y/N. Beautiful. Talented. Incredibly oblivious.

"You're really annoying, did you know that?" he conceded, sighing and wrapping an arm around Cole’s shoulders, ruffling his hair. "Hey, you."

"Don't mind him, Hughesy. You know how he is." Cole chuckled.

"I heard that, Caufield! You guys go ahead, I need to check if I locked the car!" they heard him say as he walked away. “Go get her, Rowdy!”

The brunette man chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

God, Jack... Get it together, man. he thought to himself, trying to shake away the feeling that he was inevitably going to make a fool of himself. The two friends walked onto the stage, heavily decorated for the chats they were supposed to have with the prospects.

When Y/N spotted them, the wonderful smile that decorated her face grew wider.

"Come here!" the buff man beside Y/N urged, motioning for the pair to move faster. "The boss wants me to take a picture to post online. He says it's good publicity for the school. Jack Hughes and his line lady Y/N Y/L/N, former campers, now living it up and changing the world in their own way. Whatever gets the kids to strive to be called up for the program and the fans to come and watch them play!”

“Do you mind?" Y/N asked kindly, her big brown eyes looking up at her old practice linemate, completely mesmerizing him. "Jack?"

He was snapped back to reality by her voice, a coy smile forming on his lips as he managed to stammer a quick of course without sounding too desperate.

“You should make it look disgustingly sweet.” the older man suggested. “Imagine how many new fans we’ll get on your account!"

"Yeah, sure. I think I know what you mean." he conceded, as his former Coach reached for his phone.“Caufield, my own personal favorite, would you be a champ and take it for me?”

“Yeah, it would turn out terrible if you took it anyway.” their friend shrugged, earning himself a slap in the back of the head. “Ow!”

Jack chose to ignore the way his heart beat faster as he stood behind his high school dream girl, resting his chin on her shoulder and snaking his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach. Her smell was inebriating and sweet. The very description of Y/N Y/L/N.

“Okay, are you ready?" Cole inquired, looking at them through the phone screen.

The smaller woman nodded and he stood still, his trademark smirk making an appearance, as often requested.

"I think everyone's going to go crazy over these." the photographer commented, handing the device to Y/N, who started looking through the pictures that were taken. “Hold it for me, would you? I need to check with your dad if we’re good to go.”

The woman beside him hummed in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.

"We're definitely getting these kids' attention." Y/N announced cheerfully as she raised her fist for him to bump.

She showed him the photographs and he had to admit it: she was right. They looked so happy and... couple-y. Her finger accidentally swiped right once more, a picture of a little girl showing up on the screen.

"Is that..."

"Yeah... Joey. My pride and joy. I sent this to dad the other day. He’s a sucker for her." his old friend gushed. “I think if I close my eyes and open them again this little girl will be a teenager already."

Jack gave her a loving look before letting his mouth work faster than his brain.

"She's beautiful. Takes after her mom."

"Where you this charming back in the day?" she blushed slightly, swatting at his arm playfully. "I only remember you being scared of talking to girls, even though they would all try to talk to you."

As he was about to reply, he heard his name being called.

"Dude, it's Jack Hughes!" a teenage boy nearly screeched, pulling his phone out of his back pocket.

The brunette man sighed, his shoulders slumping before he regained composure and sent her an apologetic look.

"Go ahead, superstar. We have plenty of time to catch up." Y/N smiled, seeming to be reading his mind.

The man nodded reluctantly, heading over to the young admirer and posing for pictures.

Y/N picked up her bottle of water from the chair she had been previously sitting in, distracted by thoughts of him. It was so weird to be with Jack Hughes again. To actually see his face in person, to hear him speak and act all flustered around women. The endless hours playing in the good old rink flooded her thoughts for the first time in years.

"Is it just me or does the fucker get more attractive by the year?" Cole inquired, startling her.

"Who?" she croaked out, almost dropping her father’s phone.

"What do you mean who? Jack, who else? Have you seen the asshole?"

Cole was right, he aged like fine wine. Jack had always been beyond cute, but as years went by, he turned into an extremely handsome man.

"Oh yeah... He does look good." She mustered, slightly embarrassed by her own thoughts.

"Good is an understatement. But you already know that, don’t you, Coach Jr.? Anyway, duty calls… Again. See you in a bit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do." her friend teased her, grabbing her father’s phone and leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Y/N found herself mindlessly wandering around, the recent renovations throwing her off as she looked for a bathroom.

The president took pride in his most successful prospects and had organized an event around their particular group, the ones he considered to have put the development program in the map at some point, in hopes it would bring good publicity to the institution and, hopefully, grow more champions. There would be Q&A’s, photo ops and a dinner party. It was going to be a long weekend.

“So, back with the boyfriend... What is it like?" Trevor jumped in front of her as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, a few minutes after.

"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" Y/N shrieked, placing both hands over her heart.

"Sorry... So, as I was saying, excited to be back with your boy?"

"Jack?"

"The one and only." the blond man chirped, batting his eyelashes.

"It's really good to see him."

"You know, he could really use your support right now..." Trevor started, locking arms with her while leading her back to the auditorium.

"Why, what happened?" she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"He just broke up with his girlfriend..." her friend told her, feigning sadness over the news.

"That's awful." Y/N commented, frowning slightly.

"Yeah... Look, he could really use a friendly face. Show him some love if you can." Trevor suggested in response, holding her by the shoulders.

"Okay?"

"Thanks, sweetheart, you're a peach!" he crowed, opening the door for her. "I'm going to hide before Coach sees me."

She eyed Jack a few feet away, stuck taking pictures with some of the kids that had gathered up around him in the meantime, sending him a sympathetic look. He winked at her and excused himself, meeting her in the middle.

Y/N grabbed his hand, dragging him to the stage before any of the people behind him could even process they were in the presence of the Y/N Y/L/N, whose face had been featured in team pictures for years. For some, she was merely known as Saint Y/N for being able to reign in the rowdy boys in her class back in the day and, reportedly bringing Team USA luck, for others she was just the Coach’s prodigal daughter.

“Alright, fellow Hughes enthusiasts! We’ll be back in ten for the Q&A, tell your friends!”

The entire auditorium cheered in glee as they walked out arm in arm. Jack led her to the couch Coach Y/L/N had demanded Trevor and Cole to help drag on stage, waiting for her to sit before he did the same, keeping a safe distance from her mesmerizing presence.

Y/N noticed the distance he had willingly put between them and leaned in, gently touching his toned arm.

“You know, you can come closer. Promise I won’t bite.” she whispered in his ear, sending chills through his entire body.

He reluctantly scooted closer to her, goosebumps covering his skin as she nodded in approval.

The first question came from the left side of the room. A young boy almost jumped up from his seat, eagerly grabbing the microphone that was handed to him by their old assistant coach.

“What was it like training together during camp days?”

“Oh, awful!” Y/N scoffed. “Can you imagine having to scrimmage with this guy every day?” she teased, pointing at him.

“Yeah, just horrible. Dreaded every single day of it.” he followed, hearing the students laugh at their playful bickering.

“It was great, we had so much fun together.” she concluded, resting her hand on his leg.

“Yeah.” the pro player agreed, hoping people didn’t notice the way his cheeks flushed when he felt her touch. “Y/N’s an amazing partner in crime, we were the dream team. I’m very thankful for the time we spent together.”

“Do you have any funny stories you could share with us?”

“The boys would taunt me all the time because of the Margot Robbie poster I kept in my room.”

Y/N broke into a fit of laughter, remembering the weird picture of a The Wolf of Wall Street era Margot Robbie that was taped to his door everyone in the team had made fun of him for.

“One time during morning skate, Jack and I had been going at it for like half an hour and no one would tell us to stop. We were almost throwing up from exhaustion so eventually we did decide to stop, completely weirded out, noticing there was no one around. As it turned out, Trevor had stolen his little sister’s guinea pig and brought him to camp, and it had disappeared, so everyone was out freaking out and looking for it. It was really embarrassing because we had to explain to everyone why it had taken us so long to realize there was guinea pig on the loose.” Y/N confessed, hiding behind Jack while trying to avoid everyone’s gaze.

The prospects broke into laughter, typing quickly on their phones, letting everyone on the internet know about the Jack Hughes story no one had ever heard of until now.

“If this is how they react to what we’re saying, imagine what will happen when Coach posts the picture.” the brunette man laughed as his partner regained composure.

“Hey Hughesy, ask the legend for a kiss for good luck next season!” someone shouted from the back of the room.

Jack’s eyes grew wide as he was left completely speechless. Of course he had thought about kissing her, but not in front of everyone, not a kiss based on old camp superstition.

Alina thought about her next move briefly, before softly grabbing his face and kissing his cheek. She knew he was one to blush, but she had no idea about the effect she truly had on him.

“There you go, guys. The Devils are in for a treat this year!”

Everyone in the room cheered for the pair, clapping and hooting before the next question was asked.

Cole and Trevor were watching from the sidelines. The Canadiens player was wearing a clown nose, as promised, and the taller man rubbed his hands together, overjoyed by the turn of events.

“Want to make another bet?” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll probably lose and I’m not willing to wear this thing ever again.” Cole sighed in response.

“Oh, come on!” Trevor whined when Y/N pecked Jack’s cheek.

“What’s wrong?” Alex inquired, squeezing himself in between them.

“They had the perfect opportunity to kiss and she went for the cheek!” he protested in response.

“Z’s very passionate about other people’s love lives.” Cole explained.

“They’d make a really good couple, I’ll give you that, Z.” their friend agreed, not taking his eyes off the pair on stage.

“Jack’s too shy to do anything about his ten-year-long crush and Y/N seems to have no idea he practically faints whenever she looks his way… We seriously need to intervene.”

“This is exactly like that Anne Hathaway movie where the main characters are friends for twenty years before finally shacking up together. They’ll come around to it.”

“Cole, Anne dies in the end. They could’ve had it all without having to wait twenty years for it.” Trevor reasoned, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t go all Hitch on them, you human zoomie.” his friend warned.

“Let me know if you need help setting them up.” Alex chuckled.

Meanwhile, Jack and Y/N took one last question before the Q&A session ended, giving them some time off before photo ops.

“Jack, any advice on how to get to your level?”

“I’m here off duty, man.” he joked. “Why don’t you ask the real pro? Y/N?”

“If you insist…” she chuckled, clearing her throat before going on one of her famous motivational speeches.

As Y/N spoke, Jack listened attentively, her angelic voice soothing his broken heart and it came to his attention that he would give anything to hear her talk all night long. Her lively eyes locked with his and she rested her head on his shoulder, his signature cologne invading her senses. He finally felt at home.

When they finally got backstage, the hockey player opened his mouth to speak, but he was quickly interrupted by her phone ringing. She excused herself, getting her phone out of her pocket and checking to see who it was.

“It’s my mom. Jo must want to talk to me.” Y/N said, sending him an apologetic look. “We’ll see each other soon for the photo ops, alright man of the hour?” she winked, before reaching up and hugging him, answering her phone and vanishing from his sight.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I am no hockey or team usa expert so interpret any inaccuracies as me taking creative liberties. let me know if i should keep posting this!

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wonderingpanda · 8 months

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Hello!! Could you please either write a scenario or Headcanon for either rottmnt or bayverse x reader for pining turtles (turtles with a crush on reader) and how they try to “romance” them? Who’s more upfront who isn’t it? What kind of gestures they do? Please and thank you

Rise Turtles Pining for Reader

Originally I was going to do both Bayverse and Rottmnt but I wrote this pretty late and couldn’t come up with many ideas for Bayverse. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Raphael

I feel like Raph is the kind of person to act casual around his crush and then freak out later

He’ll get excited around you and try to show you extra care

He’s also going to be very worried for your safety

If you had plans to go over to the lair and end up being 10 minutes late he’s already picturing the worst

Raph does try show off his muscle and strength sometimes

Particularly if you watch him train it’s a huge confidence boost

But his favourite moments are when you get to watch him win against one of his brothers while sparring

Oh come on you totally cheated. Sorry Leo rules are rules. That was awesome Raph! O-oh Y/N! Thanks.

He is a gentle giant so you can expect fairly small hand gestures

Hands clasped, arms crossed maybe a small wave

And of course he’s giving out the best hugs of all time

While he may be pretty chill about his feelings, if you flirt with him it will have him a flustered mess

I’m talking you won’t be able to tell his face from his mask

At the end of the day he just really wants you to like him and will always be there for you

Leonardo

Oh boy, here we go

The second Leo realised he liked you there was no more peace

You won’t get a single moment alone because this boy will just be everywhere

He’ll try every pick-up line he can think of and will find any excuse to flirt with you

The guy has no shame because he makes it look like a joke

Spoiler alert, it’s not

Have I ever told you I think you’re beautiful No, why? Cause you’re beautiful. Aww thanks Leo. *kisses on the cheek* *Dies inside*

While Leo might act confident on the outside if you try to flirt back with him his heart will instantly melt

But he’d never show it of course, he’s too cool for that

He is also a complete drama queen so his hand gestures are naturally large

Lots of pointing, pretending to faint, open arms, you get the idea

However Leo might also use smaller hand gestures when he’s feeling nervous or guilty

He might be twiddling with his thumbs or rubbing his arm with his hand

Another important thing to note is that he loves to show off

He’s got fighting moves, skateboard tricks, video game scores, comic collections and more

He loves you, wants you and will let you know loud and clear that he’s in love

But he’s only “kidding”

Donatello

Donnie is far more reserved in comparison to Leo

He also has a very complicated idea of what he wants

He wants you to know he likes you without you knowing he likes you

That being said there are a lot of different ways to tell if Donnie is pining for you

He’ll feel more comfortable with you in his lab vs others

Lots of gifts and is always free for whatever favour you need

You can expect to be given more privileges around his tech

But that’s also because he wants to impress you with it

He might also make small comments to hint he likes you

What were you thinking!? Ah but you see my sweet beautiful Y/N, he wasn’t thinking. Donnie quit flirting with your girlfriend and come save me! Not my girlfriend…*whispers* yet.

He’s the kind of person who will admire from afar and won’t try to get super close physically

Although if he’s really excited then he may give you a hug or two

His hands are usually closer to himself as well

Arms crossed, hand on hip, very generic and nothing that’s too out there

Hand flaps all the way

And you can bet that after every moment you two have he’ll be in his lab celebrating like there’s no tomorrow

Because a dancing Donnie is a happy Donnie

Michelangelo

Mikey just goes with the flow

Wait he likes you! Oh well, time to show tons of love and affection

It’s hard to tell if he likes you or not because he acts the same way around everyone else

Lots of physical affection, big hugs, warm smiles, hand holding

One unique thing you might be able to nitpick at though is his kisses

That’s right, Mikey will constantly be kissing your forehead or cheek if he gets the chance

You’re also one of his biggest inspirations

The amount of times this turtle will tell you to hold your pose so he can sketch it

He wants you to understand that to him you’re beautiful and inspiring

Compliments are another big thing for Mikey

He won’t stop telling you how pretty, smart and cute he thinks you are

Hey Y/N do you mind standing right there for a second? Uh sure another drawing? Yup! Sorry you’re just so pretty I can’t stop drawing you. Thanks Mikey that’s really sweet.

Mikey’s hand gestures, I think we can all agree, are big

Arms open wide all the time

He is definitely more upfront about his feelings and is just waiting for the day he can open up and say he loves you

I hope this was similar to what you wanted. Have an amazing day/night wherever it is you are!✨

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chiefduckgarden · 1 year

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Sweet Nothing

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

A/N: sorry if there's any grammatical mistakes, it's 3:25 in the morning.

It was a rainy saturday afternoon and Elizabeth was finishing her grocery shopping, after spending the last thirty minutes finding everything she had wroten on her little list, she was ready to go home.

Waiting on the line to pay was one of the most boring things on earth. Or at leat that's how it felt for Lizzie.

But there she was, all hid behind her blue dodgers baseball cap, her big black sunglasses and her face mask. There were three people in front of her, she just needed to be a little more patient.

She looked on the shelves around her and pick up a chocolate bar to put it in her basket. A magazine standing next to the other candies caught up her attention.

Her face was all over the cover, and a slightly smaller picture of you on her side, only with a heart break image in between. She couldn't help but roll her eyes before reading the headline on it.

"Actress of the moment Elizabeth Olsen and her girlfriend, writer and director Y/N Y/LN: rumors on their broke up."

She left the magazine back on the shelf and noticed similar headlines on the other magazines behind it.

"What's going on between Elizabeth Olsen and her ex-girlfriend?"

"Everything we know about the rumors between Elizabeth Olsen and Y/N Y/LN"

She didn't even bothered to read them, it was ridiculous the way press was trying to dig into her private life.

Luckily for her, the line moved fast and in less than twenty minutes she was walking back to her car.

On the way out she spotted two or three paparazzi taking pictures of her. She pretend she didn't see them but she moved her groceries to her car quicker than other days to get out of that place as soon as possible.

On the drive home she felt her heart beat raising and her hands shaking, knowing she probably was having anxiety.

The moment she parked in front of her house she got out of the car and ran inside. She didn't notice the moment she started to cry but she could feel the wetness on her face.

Once she was in the safety of her home she finally tried control her breath in order to control her feelings. But it was hard to control them when all she could felt was her body going numb. It felt like she was going to faint.

That's when she felt a pair of arms holding her, and your familiar warmth that always helped her feel safe.

- Hey Lizzie, it's me, everything is fine darling, you're here, you're in home... Please baby breath with me okay?

She slowly nodded her head.

- Okay so deep breath in... And breath out... That's it, one more time baby...

Lizzie followed your soothing voice and after some minutes of breathing she finally felt her body relax, allowing herself to fall into your arms crying.

- Y/N... - she whispered with trembling voice.

- I'm here baby, I'm here.

You completely embraced her in your arms and she buried her face in the crock your neck, letting herself smell your scent. Something she has always loved.

Some minutes later she felt better and the two of you sat on to the couch in the living room to talk.

- What happened Lizzie? You had an anxiety attack...

- I'm sorry baby but when I was leaving the grocery store I saw some paparazzi taking pictures of me in the parking lot and I got scared... I was afraid they would follow me home like the last time...

- Oh darling I'm so sorry I wasn't there... You should've call me and would've been there as soon as I could... - you told her, holding her hand that was resting on your lap.

- No, I didn't want to disturb, I told you I would go alone and...

- I know but that doesn't matter, there's nothing more important to me than you... You're my girlfriend Lizzie, we're in this together.

She smiled and leaned on to sweetly kiss you on on the lips. You hold her face with your other hand and deepened the kiss a little.

- I know, I love you Y/N, I'm sorry I scared you today.

- Hey it's fine, never apologize for something like this again, okay?

She smiled again and kissed you one more time.

- So, what do you say if you go rest a little and put on some comfy clothes while I go get the groceries from the car and park it in the garage...

- Oh no, let me go do that baby, you don't need to do it for me.

- I know but I will, you just had a shaken day and deserve to get some rest.

You didn't let room for discussion and she ended up giving up. Sometimes your stubbornness around taking care of her was adorable. One of the many reasons why she fell in love with you four years ago.

Lizzie went upstairs and followed your instructions. After changing her clothes into her pajamas and washed her face as she listened to her favorite playlist (the one you created specially for her) she went back downstairs to see what you were doing.

She found a lovely atmosphere with relaxing jazz music on the background and a wonderful smell all over the room.

She silently walked into the kitchen only to find you humming to the song playing as you finished fixing dinner for the two of you.

- That smells amazing honey... - she said hugging you from the back and resting her head in your shoulder.

- Thank you darling, I hope it tastes as good as it smells.

She laughed and helped you plate the food for you two to start eating.

- Do you wanna know what I found out today? At the grocery store... - Lizzie asked you half way through the dinner.

You looked at her smiling.

- What did you found out honey? - you asked.

- That we broke up again, for the second time this year - she said with fake worry.

- Oh no! That's terrible - you responded with the same dramatic tone - Did you broke up with me? Or was it me the one who screwed up?

She laughed.

- I'm not sure darling... But I think it was your fault... - she told playfully.

- I know, it's always my fault, remember the last time we split up? I cheated on you with Margot Robbie... How could it happened again! - you said dramatically with a hand on your chest.

The two of you bursted into laugh and then went back to eat.

- I can't believe they keep going on with that, it's a little old-fashioned, don't you think? They're always saying the end is coming...

- Yeah, but I bet they make thousands with our faces in the cover...

The conversation moved from that and you started to tell her about your new project. You finally came up with the perfect name for it, something you had been thinking about for some weeks .

She listened to you smiling adorably. The way you moved you hands whenever you talked about your ideas and the way your hair flied with the wind blowing from the window. She loved you.

She didn't care if the world outside was pushing and shoving on her. She didn't care if they talked and gossiped around your relationship. She knew that, at the end of the day she would always come back home to you. You were the only person she would be vulnerable to, admitting that sometimes she was too soft for all the pressure that evolved her line of work.

You would hold her and kiss her. Listen to every single word that cames out of her mouth. You would always support her, be by her side though ups and downs, helping her with your best advices for her problems. You would be there even when she didn't love herself. Holding her hand through everything.

Cause all that you ever wanted from her was sweet nothing.

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holy-puckslibrary · 5 months

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pairing(s) — (soft)dark!QUINN HUGHES x gray!reader word count — 4k

note — i am so sorry for this (not really)

recommended viewing — sorority row (2009)

bingo squares and additional content warnings under the cut.

bingo squares —orgasm control, non-consensual voyeurism (+ pictures taken) and implied past mutual masturbation (dubcon — you’ll see) additional content warnings — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here!

QUINN HUGHES WAS ENAMORED the moment he saw you.

Three rows from the front. Laptop cracked, but more for show than anything. All your glittery, coveted attention fixed on the cellphone resting in your palm while you tapped away, your lips loosely draped over the pen you were gnawing on.

You were positively mesmerizing.

He briefly contemplated sliding into one of the open seats beside yours, but a gaggle of your insipid "sisters" beat him to the punch.

As if he would’ve been able to capitalize on the golden opportunity anyway; it took half the semester for him to form a full, coherent sentence in your vicinity.

Ironically, Quinn was far more comfortable when you weren’t looking.

Or, rather, Quinn was more comfortable when you didn’t know he was looking.

He didn’t interact much with anyone outside of his coding cohort and the club team—athletic prowess only garners state-school clout when your sport is top dog, and this was a football school, through and through. As such, and at the hands of his tragic awkwardness, he rarely spoke to women, if ever.

And he never got face time with any as effortlessly beautiful and interesting as you.

Discovering that your large bedroom window faced the secluded side street he took to get home from practice each night felt like a sign. He’d struck gold, and it would be a shame not to put the knowledge to good use.

In his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted; he could be the guy who got the girl.

It was exhilarating, really.

Quinn supposed some of that rush should be attributed to the feeling of unbridled control his daily routine sorely and consistently lacked. He hardly, if ever, felt like an active participant in his own life.

But in the privacy of his own head—and the safety of the very curb he’s stood on now—there were no alpha douche-canoes to eat up your finite attention or loud airheads to crave your tutelage.

Between sundown and sun-up, you were his and his alone.

— Even if you were none the wiser.

As benevolent as you may appear, he knew you would never give a guy like him the time of day. Quinn was a lot of things, but stupid's never been one of them.

You wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence if it weren’t for your shared smaller sessions on Thursday mornings. Just you and him… and ten other students, with the occasional appearance of your slacker TA—how romantic.

And if he couldn’t even get a moment alone with you, he definitely wouldn’t get a night inside of you, either.

So, he settles.

Quinn puts up with the bugs and tolerates the bushes, swallowing his pride (and his mortification), and takes what he can get.

He's accustomed to maneuvering in the dark—this stretch of pavement in particular—but he stumbles through the dimly lit street like he’s got two left feet that only grew in yesterday.

If you were privy to his impromptu audition for Bambi, you don’t mention it.

And if you clocked the obnoxious bulge tenting his jeans, you don’t acknowledge that, either.

Quinn isn’t entirely sure this is happening in his real, waking life; it’s far too good to be true.

This is not at all where he thought the night would go when your name flashed across the screen.

When he hesitantly clicked ‘accept’ and brought the phone to his ear, all while still palming himself to the memory of your head tossed back in ecstasy—the way it was before the lights went out abruptly —Quinn assumed he’d soon be gripping steel bars.

“H-How’d you get this number?” he asked after hearing his name.

You whispered it so ardently he could almost feel your breath on his cheek. It made him shiver and, momentarily, forget he’d likely been caught red-handed—literally.

“You made the group chat for our section, silly.”

Instinct compelled Quinn to chastise himself, but knowing you remembered that minute detail—a nothing of a fact, really—was enough to override the urge entirely.

And the complete lack of ire in your voice lured him into a false sense of security yet to be disproven.

He gulped and willed his hand to stop moving. “Oh, right. Uh, is there something you need? Did the outline for next week not go through? Because if not, I can just re-send it ri—”

“Meet me at the same door as last time,” you sliced through his rambling with a tone that was neither foreboding nor comforting.

Then, the line went dead.

For once, Quinn was grateful to be so eager to please. If not for that zeal, he couldn't have walked up to the service door of Delta Nu.

Risking the wrath of your underlings was never a goal of his, but considering how quickly they turned up their plastic noses at him when he came by to drop off notes from the class you missed, Quinn couldn’t imagine worse circumstances for Round Two.

When the backdoor swung in, you spoiled him in all your glory and the assurance of an empty house.

Out of pure exhaustion—and in his excitement to resume his ritual after a long week away—it slipped his mind; tonight is the best and biggest Kappa Tau rager.

Hence the ghost town

“Do you stand out there all night, stalker?”

Quinn’s head bobbed despite the apt insult. Then, he remembered you couldn’t see his reply, given that you were leading him up a staircase.

“M-Most nights, yeah.”

At that, you spun on your heel. Quinn shook like a leaf as you stepped forward. Gripping the railing, a hand on either side of his shrunken form, you invaded his personal space for the sole purpose of degrading him further.

The sneer hadn’t reached your eyes, but it speared him just the same. “God, you’re fucking pathetic.”

Quinn launched into an attempt at groveling, but his own verbal clumsiness rendered the effort futile.

However, his sputtered half-thoughts and litany of sentences that went nowhere were brought to a screeching halt by a single, manicured finger. Unable to process the touch and the wicked grin on your otherwise cherubic face concurrently, he froze.

His predicament worsened when you gently breached the tight seam of his lips to rest your interruption against his tongue.

You stepped closer; he saw stars. “I like that.”

It was at that moment Quinn realized you came straight down to the side-yard...because he could taste you. As you massaged his tongue with the pad of your finger, effectively rubbing your essence into his body, it took every ounce of strength to keep himself from busting right there in your foyer.

Still, he managed the mortification he sought to avoid.

“Are you… Are you humping me?” you barked with an incredulous snort.

Humiliation blurred his vision as you backed away from him; it wasn’t his fault your perfume elicited a Pavlovian bodily reaction.

You kept your finger in his mouth as you bit back genuine laughter, but that just made him harder.

“Y’know,” you hummed, contemplative. You paused to watch your pointer finger slowly thrust in and out of his needy mouth. Your smirk was noticeably wider when you spoke again. “My last boyfriend couldn’t even text me back—or remember that he was in a monogamous relationship.”

Quinn blinked. “Your last boyfriend?”

The question was garbled by your finger—and his own sucking. It didn’t matter, though. His reply wasn’t necessary.

At least, not yet.

“Mhmm, my last one.”

You repeated yourself as if you were speaking to a child and not to the grown man whose boner was digging into your skin.

It made him whimper. Your condescension was his kryptonite, apparently.

“But...I know my next one will be different; you’re too devoted to hurt me.”

He wasn’t given time to respond because as soon as you got your desired reaction—mewling akin to a bleating lamb and the whites of his eyes—you were dragging him up the remaining stairs and into the president’s suite.

Quinn’s spent countless hours wondering what your bedroom looked like, and even more fantasizing about what might happen if he ever saw it firsthand. His mouth splits after working up the nerve to compare the reality of your space to his mental notes, but before he can shove out any words, you’re backing him across the room with a devious glint in your eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” he asks when his back hits glass.

Right now, he’s pressed against his standing window into your most private moments. It feels wrong to be on this side of the wall.

Quinn gets none of the bubbly warmth he assumed he would if he ever found himself here. Instead, he feels unbelievably small as he drowns in a sea of poor choices.

“I think a little exhibitionism would be good for you, Hughes.”

"I-I don’t understand…”

You smile. His stupid heart flutters.

God, love’s fucking embarrassing.

Again, you crowd his space. This time, though, until there’s barely enough room between the window pane and your body for his wilted one. You press a single, fleeting kiss to his pulse point, your breath fanning over his clammy skin. His hitches in his throat.

“I want you to see things from my point of view.”

The words seep into his neck. Your intentions slam into him like a semi-truck going full speed. Anyone walking on the path—his path— would need only to venture a peek at your window to know exactly what was happening.

It would be too easy to watch him the way he’s watched you for weeks.

A taste of his own medicine.

The candy-coated threat shouldn’t have the effect that it does. Given how emotionally charged the air’s become—for him, at least—it makes sense for his body to get some wires crossed; the same sticky emotion causing him to wither in fear should not be making him harder than ever.

He isn’t expecting you to kiss him, so it takes Quinn’s mind a beat to catch up. Still, he melts into the affection like it's the only thing keeping him alive. Though, as soon as Quinn regains enough composure to actually participate, you kill the kiss as swiftly as you brought it to fruition.

He chases after your mouth, much to your amusement.

“What, sad there was no tongue?” you tease as if you weren't the one to ruined the moment.

Quinn doesn’t find you very funny right now.

“We’re going to play a little game.”

Your lips brush his as your hushed words march out, but he remains still. He knows better now than to ask questions prematurely. You hum in acknowledgment, satisfied.

Quinn beams. He's always been a quick study.

You take him by the wrist and guide him into the space you just vacated.

Physically, he knows he’s stronger. It wouldn’t take much to overpower you, but that means nothing in the face of your mental sway. Quinn can’t move because you don’t want him to—because you haven’t told him he can.

And any hope of gaining the upper hand crashes out onto the concrete the moment your bare knees hit the carpet.

Quinn knows he’s a dead man when your hands coast up his thighs.

“Put your hands on the window sill.” He does without hesitation. “Keep them there. You move, I stop. Understand?”

“Yes, I-I understand.”

“Good boy,” you say.

It’s more of a taunt than true praise, but his bulge twitches all the same before your eyes. The slight betrayal announces the internal chaos in the wake of the unexpected praise.

Quinn knew he liked that, but he didn’t want you to know it, too. What little control he managed to horde dissipates.

The delight on your face confirms the worst; you plan to do with that information what he hoped you wouldn’t. “God, I am going to have so much fun with you.”

It's an uphill battle, trying to keep his eyes open and his hands where they are supposed to be.

Quinn tastes nirvana when you finally flick the tip of your tongue over his cherry-red tip, the skin having adopted a luminous intensity courtesy of the few street lamps nearby. Glowing, after too much teasing.

Normally, he veered toward edging and denial JOI content, especially if the voice actor sounded anything like you. Tonight, he’s never hated a concept more. Still, he's making sure he behaves because he knows you’ll reward him handsomely.

You can be sweet when you want to be.

Like right now, for instance. You’re snuggling your face into his body, generously nuzzling his painfully stiff length with your cheeks. Whenever the friction mounts to anything substantial, you pull back to decorate his hips and inner thighs with little pecks.

They're reminiscent of the chaste parting kisses you’ve given his cheek in the past just to make him squirm.

You lap up what you can of the escaping arousal, hungrily drinking down all he has to offer. You do your best, you really do, but there’s just too much. The successor to each puddle arrives faster than you expect, and quicker than you can keep up with.

So, you stop trying.

You’re both so desperate, anyway.

Quinn bites back a scream when your dominant hand loops around the base of his cock; the cruel, beautiful beast only settling once the middle finger finally reaches the accompanying thumb. The pressure is light, but encompassing enough to make him dizzy.

So dizzy, in fact, that he actually appreciates your one rule.

However, nothing could have prepared him for what torture you enact next.

Blinking up at him, you rub the leaking tip over and between your lips. With one hand braced against his bare thigh and the other unchanged, you gently tug downward as you suckle the bulbous head.

The sensation is unlike anything Quinn has felt in his limited experience, which he wears like a scarlet letter. The little huffs that make him feel like a dog panting in mid-July remind him that while he's gotten a blowjob or two before, they were nothing like this one. They weren't from you. It might be unfair to lump those instances in with the magic of your mouth.

You can’t compete where you don’t compare.

So, Quinn showers you in soft, airy whispers. Even when you pull back until only the ridge preceding the tip rests past your spit-stained lips, he goes on and on about how good your mouth feels and how much he adores you.

And, if he were slightly more coherent, maybe he would’ve caught the obvious squeeze of your thighs at his flushed cheeks and the reciprocal effect your lazy teasing.

His hips go rogue when you try to swallow him a little deeper, jerking forward and sending the firm tip to the back of your throat. Naturally, you lose your grip and gag around him, your eyes watering more and more with each subsequent unintended impact.

Quinn is bashfully apologetic, but you’re quick to remove him from your mouth.

“Shouldn’t you already know I like to choke on it?” your raspy voice goads.

You shoot him a wink before hollowing your cheeks to accommodate his wide girth, your tongue flattened and pressed tautly to the underside.

The shallow movement triggers images he shouldn’t have, bright and flashing through his head: of you, on your knees like this for that jerk-off ex-boyfriend of yours—of you, from a distance and fuzzy, forever immortalized in a single film unit pinned to the back wall of his closet.

Quinn does know you like to choke on it. He knows you like to be choked, too.Quinn knows a lot of things about you—likes, dislikes, sleep patterns, study habits… sexual preferences.

Your bizarre reaction to his Peeping Tom antics makes him wonder what you might know about him…

He’s given no time to fall down that rabbit hole on account of your nose brushing his public bone once more. Quinn cannot fathom how his length disappeared down your throat so smoothly, and it's useless to try, given how thoroughly muddied his head’s become with your tongue gently petting the delicate skin of his sack.

With your lips stretched around the base—and your thumb tucked into your palm to subdue innate reflex—you begin massaging what you can. Until you realize quinn has absolutely zero volume control. As crazy as his loud and breathy moans make you, you’ve come too far only to get this far.

Viscous, glasslike threads hang between your withheld mouth and his anguished cock in the lower fringe of your vision. Above you, Quinn is struggling, whimpering like a lost puppy caught in a storm.

Lips parted ever-so-slightly, his forehead rests against the frame, limp. He's white-knuckling the historic, but recently refurbished wood, trembling in your barely-there hold because he’s that aroused. Mindlessly teetering on the border of “too much” and “not enough," all the while mumbling unintelligibly between choppy breaths.

You could get drunk on those pretty sounds; you’re sure of it.

Maybe next time, you will.

“I know I said everyone was out, but I don’t think you want Ms. Patty busting through the door before you have a chance to.”

The thought of your sixty-year-old, strict-as-fuck house mother catching him with his pants around his ankles is just horrific enough to coax him a bit closer to the ground.

Quinn bites his lip in a show of good faith.

“Good boy,” you hum your approval while stroking him. “Now, tell me what you want. Tell me what you need to cum in my mouth, Quinn.”

“I need—f-fuck!” he grumbles, at war with himself. Ultimately, primal need overpowers the fickle social invention that is a shame: “I need you to play with… with my b-balls again—please.”

Delaying his wish, you wrap your mouth around him one last time. You need to elicit that one-of-one sudden, uneven intake of air—the giveaway gasp, the tremor of truth. Insatiable, you fill your throat to the brink. The distinct, thick scent of the day’s natural musk swirling with the sheen of hard work on the ice keeps you there until your vision blurs and drool pools under your tongue.

Motivated by a sticky, overdue reward and a whine bursting from deep in Quinn’s throat—the sweet sound of total surrender—you succumb to your own desire to make him feel the best he’s ever felt.

You lick at them gingerly at first, and with a doughy, flattened tongue. You meant to test the waters, to take things slow and drag out his orgasm, but a string of colorful language tumbles from his pretty, pink mouth to derail your plans.

With the dam crumbling, you have to suck one into your hot, wet mouth.

His reaction does not disappoint.

Your spit-soaked hands rise to his recently abandoned length as you devote equal attention to the pair with your mouth. Quinn swells and heavies on your tongue and everything is throbbing.

Including the tight heat between your knees, pulsing around the mere thought of him fucking you there instead.

“S’close, ‘m gonna c-cum soon—Shit!”

Amidst the drawn-out expletive, you detach in order to aim his release on his behalf (though very reluctantly), knowing full-well Quinn is far too gone to be capable of anything.

His eyelids flutter seconds before snapping open, intent to watch you watch him fall apart.

Oh, and fall apart he does…

Crude and ear-piercing, and over faster than either of you would’ve preferred, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little flattered by it. You enjoy how easy he is—how pliable.

His hips jerk too easily and his hands wander aimlessly, and you can’t bring yourself to chastise him, entirely consumed by the show unfolding at your hand. It's like he can’t help himself; can’t help but twitch and drip, can’t help but whimper and beg for anything and everything.

He won’t even let you pull away to catch your breath without whining. At one point, whether by accident or designed to keep you from retreating, Quinn’s knees squeezed together, effectively caging you in from both sides.

A messy concoction of cum, spit, and tears paints the lower half of your face. Quinn’s chest heaves as he watches it collect and drip down your neck and into the valley of your chest, soiling your delicate pajamas beyond repair.

Unfazed, you leave the emotionality to him while you lick your fingers clean. Once you’ve finished, you mop up the dissenter spray on your cheeks, chin, and décolletage, and greedily swallow it down, too. It's when you delve between your tits to scoop out the remainder of his spill that Quinn just about keels over.

He falls back against the window, and you shift back into your heels.

He rights his pants, and you wipe your mouth with the corner of your bathrobe.

For a while, you observe one another, having not been this close—or alone—together before.

That’s not to say you didn’t notice him, though.

You actually struggled not to, and it drove your now-ex insane. His enmity toward Quinn came to a head this afternoon. Unable to deny your raging, juvenile crush, you finally pulled the trigger on something that was a long time coming—and for reasons beyond that not-so-unfounded jealousy.

“C-Can I have a head-start before you call the c-cops?” Quinn asks.

He’s so timid, you can’t help but laugh. He blinks down, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he rifles through yours, searching for malicious intent or knotted strings—fury behind an unspoken threat.

You let him look; this is a conclusion he needs to reach without you holding his hand.

When the investigation runs its course having turned up nothing dubious, he slides down to the floor beside you. He’s reverted to avoiding eye contact, unfortunately. Quinn watches the tremor in his fingers instead.

“I am sorry, y'know, about… Well, uh, you know.”

You find the way he dances around committing a felony (repeatedly) weirdly endearing.

While you very well could put him out of his palpable misery—you can actually smell it on him—there's no fun to be found in that. As such, you force Quinn to wrestle with his words a bit longer.

Eventually, you offer him a shrug that isn’t the least bit pacifying.

“You’re going to make it up to me, don’t worry.”

His eyes snap to yours just as you knew they would. His throat quivers in the wake of a sharp gulp.

The nervous tick cracks your nonchalant demeanor. You roll your eyes. “If you’re going to keep watching, you might as well make yourself useful.”

Quinn’s eyes narrow, perplexed. You grin in anticipation.

“My vibrator’s dead, and I can’t find the right charger. Time to get your ass off the bench, Hughes.”

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Hii, can I have some fluffy hcs of Zoro, Sanji, & Katakuri's reaction to their gn! s/o proposing to them? :3 tysm!

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 headcanons , being proposed to.

✸ characters! . . . zoro, sanji & katakuri.

✸ cw(s)! . . . n/a. no pronouns used. not proofread.

✸ notes! . . . these are...definitely some words put together. but i tried lol. but thank you for requesting !! also small zoro headcanon that i didn't include !! i think that outside of his earrings, zoro doesn't particularly wear jewelry. he and his spouse would do a sword exchange at their wedding <3333

zoro has a very keen eye. he notices signs right away...

you being secretive, the way you and the other strawhats would become quiet when he walked by, you ask him about his taste in jewelry

he knows in his gut there's something you're going to tell him, but he has no idea what it could be

not until you popped open a black velvet box with a ring inside and said the words "zoro, will you marry me?"

he's surprised. he was speechless. never did he imagine this. of course, he wanted you by his side for the rest of his life. he couldn't even begin to imagine life without you, nor did he ever want to

but...you wanted to marry him? you wanted him to be your husband?

his silence worries you. did you misread everything? was he not ready? did he even want to get married? did you fuck this all up?

you don't know if he had finished processing your proposal or if he saw how your face had fallen.

"i will" he said yes. the weight of the world fell off of your shoulders, taking the ring out and placing it on his finger

it's been so long since you've seen him smile that big

sanji, like zoro, picks up on the signs. the being secretive, the hiding things, the changing the subject. however, he thinks you're mad at him

he's beating himself up, trying to think of what he could have possibly done to make you upset

he even asks the others if you said anything about him

you know he’s starting to catch on. when you ask him to meet you, he's planning for the worst. on the verge of tears thinking you're gonna break up with him

however, when he sees your bright smiling face already on one knee holding a blue velvet box with a ring inside, he could just faint

hand clasped over his mouth, tears welling up, he just couldn’t believe it

“a million times yes! there are no words i can even come up with to describe how happy i am”

marriage was something sanji thought a lot about. your future together constantly came up in conversation

never did he think he’d be the one being proposed to. always believing he would be the one to propose in a very extravagant manner

but this…this was better than any proposal he could have came up with himself

proposing to katakuri without making him suspicious that you were hiding something from him was proven to be very DIFFICULT

he has an unintentional habit of using his advanced kenbunshoku haki, even when he's spending time with you. he needs to be prepared for everything.

he's not one for surprises

how you even managed to get away with him not finding out on your moonlight picnic date in the countryside was a miracle within itself

with the sweet commander munching down on delicious donuts and tea, you start your speech that you wrote from the heart

he always blushes no matter how much you compliment him. your words always made him feel giddy on the inside. he'd never get tired of it

however, when you stood up, taking his large hands into your much smaller ones. staring lovingly into his crimson eyes that looked back at you with the same amount of love and care

"kata, will you marry me?"

"yes" his answer is immediate. he doesn't need a second to think

if you had asked him years prior if he wanted to get married, he wouldn't know the answer. but now that you are in the picture, there has never been a time in his life where he has been so sure

the rest of your moonlight picnic, you keep catching him looking down at the ring on his finger with stars in his eyes

#one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #charlotte katakuri #katakuri #katakuri x reader #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #ALSO HAD SUCH A FUCKING HARD TIME PUTTING THIS POST TOGETHER IN THE EDITOR ON DESKTOP OH MY GOD #it’s usually not hard but it kept fucking up for some reason idk #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

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Love me tender part four: the wedding

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A/n: ahhh the finale of this little series! I loved writing this a lot and I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Pairings: 60s!rockstar!bucky x innocent!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Bucky cums inside reader, old fashioned ideals, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, Bucky isn’t entirely truthful, praise, reader is small/short sorry not sorry, Bucky is huge (but you already knew that), Bucky calls reader “little one” once

The day finally has arrived, your wedding day to Bucky Barnes. You can’t believe you are soon-to-be-Mrs. Barnes, but it’s happening.

Your bridesmaids-friends from school along with two of your cousins-helped you get get into your dress, do your hair and makeup, and get your veil on.

Your dress was a long white dress with a train and long sleeves. You wore a tiara with a veil attached to it and your hair large and makeup light but still dramatic.

You looked absolutely stunning, and you realized that as you stared into the mirror in the room of the church.

“Are you ready, Y/n?” One of your friends asked excitedly and you nodded with a soft smile.

You clutched your bouquet in your hands as you walked to meet your father. “Are you ready honey?” He asked.

“Yes daddy.” You responded and took his arm. You waited until your bridesmaids and the flower girl made their way down the isle before the classic “here comes the bride” piano music started playing and you started to walk down the aisle.

Everyone stood up, admiring you. You looked just like a little doll. Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you walked down the aisle. Finally, you made it to the end.

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes-you did as much as you could because your face was covered by the veil-as the officiant started his speech.

You exchanged your rings and vows.

“And with the power invested in me and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Bucky lifted your veil and dipped you, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. Everyone clapped and cheered. The two of you pulled apart and smiled.

Then you ran out of the chapel into the limo to go to the reception that was being held at Bucky’s mansion.

Bucky couldn’t help but start kissing your neck and letting his hand slide up your dress. “I’ve been wantin’ to see and play with this pussy since I saw you, darlin’.” He husked.

You giggled and moaned at the same time, “You can’t yet, Buck. we’re on our way to the reception.”

“But tonight we will right? You’ll give yourself to me?”

“Yes Bucky.”

“That’s a good girl.”

The two of you made it to the reception and everyone was already inside. He picked you up bridal style and walked through the front doors into the living room where everyone was gathered. Once everyone saw the large man carry in your smaller frame, the cheered and congratulated you.

You smiled, giggled, and blushed at all the attention. Bucky set you down and you dusted off your dress. Everyone wanted you to get pictures so you stood in front of the cake under a beautiful arch.

Flashes of cameras filled your vision but you stayed with a smile. Bucky looked so proud to have you on his arm, by his side.

Then you cut the three tiered cake, it had little statues of you guys on the top which you found adorable.

You and your new husband sat at the table and fed the cake slices to each other, while everyone else dug in the food and cake.

The reception was filled with laughter, dancing, and alcohol.

Later in the night the guests began to bid their goodbyes and it was just you and Bucky left in the big house.

The rockstar carried you upstairs and into his bedroom where he carefully laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you before moving down to your neck. You moaned as you experienced this sensation you’ve never felt before.

You sat up so he could unzip your dress and he carefully pulled it down revealing your white lace lingerie. “So fucking beautiful.” The rockstar muttered. You felt his bulge on the inside of your crotch.

The brunette unclasped your bra and pulled it off, groaning at the sight of your perky breasts and nipples. His large hands groped them, squeezing the soft flesh and toying with your nipples. You arched your back and moaned as he played with your tits.

Bucky took a nipple into his mouth and bit and sucked on the sensitive bud. You threaded your fingers through his hair. You felt yourself get more and more wet as he continued.

The older man kissed down your body before reaching your garter belt and panties. He left the garter and stockings on but took your panties off and Bucky swore he could’ve creamed his pants right there at the first sight of your wet, needy pussy.

“Spread your legs for me darlin’.” He commanded and you obediently spread your legs. ‘I’ve trained her well.’ He thought to himself before licking a bold stripe against your pussy. You gripped his hair and moaned, startled a bit by the sensation. Your tiara and veil were still secured on your head and that’s what made this even better for Bucky. Him eating out his new bride.

He continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit making your clench your legs around his head as your cried out in pleasure, your mascara and eyeliner running down your face as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, Bucky!” You cried.

“Go ahead and cum for me honey.’” The rockstar spoke against your cunt with his mouth still attached to your clit making vibrations go throughout your body and your vision going white for a moment as you released your arousal all over your husbands face.

“Good girl oh fuck you taste so good!” He groaned licking everything up immediately as if it was his last meal.

Once he had successfully cleaned you up, he instructed you to rest on one of the pillows. You watched as he began to strip out of his suit, and finally, his boxers revealing his hard leaking cock.

Your eyes widened at the size…that was supposed to go inside you?

Bucky must’ve sensed your fear and crawled on top of you, his cock barely touching your still soaked folds. He caressed the side of your face, “It’s gonna be okay little one. It’ll hurt for a moment but it’s gonna feel real good okay?” You nodded but you wondered if he had done this before? He seemed so experienced.

He lined himself up carefully before slowly entering into you. You hissed in pain but he hissed in pleasure. The feeling of your tight velvety walls clenching around his large cock made him almost cum right then and there.

“Bucky…” you hissed.

“It’s okay sweet girl just relax. You’re all tensed up it’s not gonna feel good if you’re not relaxed.”

You took a a deep breath in and relaxed yourself. You suddenly felt pleasure inside of your body and you were desperate for your husband to move. “Please Bucky…you can move now.”

Those four words were music to the brunettes ears as he began to thrust inside of you. He rolled his eyes back and gripped your hips which was bound to leave bruises but he couldn’t care less as he fucked into you and watched your face contort.

“Oh Bucky!” You cried and pawed at his shoulder.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. My pretty wife.” He grunted as he continued to fuck you, reaching his peak. You felt him pulsating inside you before he released his load deep inside your cunt.

“Ohhhh fuck.” Bucky moaned with a roll of his eyes.

He pulled out of you and rolled on his back before pulling you to rest your head on his chest. He pulled off your tiara and veil and threw them carelessly on the nightstand.

The rockstar stroked your hair and breathed deeply as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I love you baby.” He whispered

“I love you too Bucky.”

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