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cy-tick7 · 1 year
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What if...
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Jk jk.... Unless?? 😳
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stargirldelight · 8 months
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• When you pick up on their bad habits •
Headcanons | Zoro, Sanji, Law | Part 1
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• Part 1 • Part 2 •
• C.W: Fluffy sfw crack, just some silly little thoughts i've been having. Jealous n’ helpless Sanji, perv reader with Sanji and Zoro lol, mentions of drinking, choking if thoust squint, shy guy zoro is my favorite, Law is just such a sweetie, so much fl-oveff for him (get it, fluff and love please laugh)
• A.N: Part two with my loves Kidd, Shanks, Benn.
Likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated :)
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• Zoro • drinking~
Dating him automatically meant you do everything together, training, napping all of it…even drinking as excessively as he does.
He loves that he has a drinking buddy, nothing better than downing a thing of sake with his loveliest y/n. 
He's greedy when it comes to drinking, we all know mans does not share!
But one thing he absolutely LOVES doing is taking a sip of his own drink, then pouring the substance through your lips, lightly gripping the base of your neck.
It’s all fun and games for a while…
That is, until you become quite the annoying drunk.
“Zorooo…what color panties are you wearing?” You slur, tugging at the waistband of his trunks as he spits out anything and everything in his mouth. 
“WHAT ARE YOU, BROOK?!?” he shouts all flustered, scrambling away from your touch on his pants.
“Heh…are they red like your face?” you press further poking his cheek, crawling closer to him as he hit a wall. 
Metaphorically and physically.
“O-OIII STOP THA-”
Safe to say he will NOT be drinking with you again.
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• Sanji • obsessive flirting~
Yes, there's a reason I didn't choose smoking for him.
It was a joke, at first. 
“How would you like it if I flirt with other men!?!” you shout and his legs instantly give out under him, wrapping his arms around yours. 
“Please don’t, I'm sorry! I won't ever look into the eyes of a woman again!” he pleads with you, tugging on the bottom of your skirt.
All while you get…ideas. 
Of course he wasn't gonna let up his romantic tactics with other women.
So what's the best way to get him to stop? If you did the same.
You gotta admit, hyper-flirting with randoms was fun, you see why he liked it.
You two were swinging by shops when he spots a beautiful woman and acts a fool as always.
“Ahhh mademoiselle~” he coos, as his unfortunate victim speeds up her pace.
You roll your eyes and spot a rather delicious looking street shopkeeper.
“Your eyes are just beautiful sir, I can get lost in them.” you admire him, fingers aligning under his flushed cheeks.
You pull him close when his face is met hard with sleek dress shoes you recognized to be your lovers.
“Don’t even think about it.” he says agitated, peering down at the unconscious man through narrow eyes.
You scoff and walk away. “Please, my beloved angel, forgive me!!” he skips behind you with tears streaming down his face.
At the end of the day, you become the bigger pervert of the two.
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• Law • working late~
This man doesn't even notice, always so damn busy.
If anything he was probably grateful for the silence.
However, that only lasted till he gained a bit of free time for himself, opting to spend it with you when…
“Bepo, where's Y/n?” He practically searched the entire polar tang to no avail. 
“I dunno, I haven't seen her since…” He scratches his furry chin, growing increasingly worried.
“...Since we left the bookstore on that one island…”
“DID WE LEAVE Y/N?!?” The poor bear panics, running to the navigation “I-i’m so sorry captain!” he profusely apologizes, steering the submarine in a backwards direction.
Bookstore? He wondered, walking back to his room.
Descending the last step of the stairs, he spots something out of the corner of his eye.
How cute.
He found you laying in an awkward position against the wall, a book splayed on the floor beside you, scattered papers in your surrounds. 
He carries you bridal style towards your shared room, planting a small kiss on your cheek.
“I’m sorry I've been ignoring you, Y/n-ya.”
He makes a note not to work so much anymore so as to have more time to spend with you.
He wouldn’t tell Bepo you were found either, fueling the idea of working together.
He’ll buy you all the books in the world if it means you two can spend time together that way.
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hannya-writes · 1 year
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Luffy/Zoro calling you their Wife.
I had to write this idea with these two. I enjoy it way too much, hehe. Anyways, let's start!
Luffy
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"Y/n is my wife" Luffy said those 4 words only to get rid of Boa.
The former shichibukai had been pestering him about marriage for the nth time in the last few days.
He was done, he didn't want to hear the word marriage ever again but the empress couldn't get it in her head.
You on the other hand had gone there to talk with your captain about the tiny details he hated to solve.
You have managed everything around the ship since more than a decade ago. If someone needed something they went to you.
And you reported everything to Luffy even when he wasn't paying attention. He trusted you. You were basically his vice Captain, even in battles.
You had once been a captain of your own ship before joining the straw hats. You knew how to do the work, so you just did it.
"What?" Boa looked at Luffy with a mix of horror and pain.
"Luffy!" You were going to admit that was a lie, that there was no way Luffy would ever marry.
But Luffy pleaded with his eyes. Luffy was almost 30 but was able to pull such cute puppy eyes on you that you had to fight the instinct of hitting him in the back of the head.
"Y/n?" Boa asked sadly and Luffy pointed at you, right behind her.
She turned to look at you with disdain and then her furious eyes suddenly showed panic.
Boa knew who you were, well most people knew about you. The Dragon of the West, you had helped Luffy all those years ago to become the pirate King. If the yonkos still existed you would be at that level.
"You promised you would tell anyone!" You sighed getting closer to Luffy passing by the side of a contrite Boa, only to pull Luffy at your level to kiss him.
Luffy didn't back off, he took you by the waist and welcomed the kiss. He pressed you against his body and deepened the kiss.
Your relationship with Luffy was casual, sometimes you had sex, sometimes you cuddled and sometimes you were just friends.
There were feelings involved, of course! But you didn't put on labels, you were pirates for gods sake! You loved freedom!
"Excuse me" Boa said in a tiny embarrassed voice and left in a hurry.
You pushed back to break the kiss but Luffy didn't back away, staying way too close to you.
"Come on" Luffy said before carrying you in his arms in bridal style "you got marriage duties in my room"
"Put me down Luffy I just came to bring you a report" you told him looking away from him.
"Forget about it, we gotta consummate our marriage" he joked and you laughed.
Zoro
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"Oi, that's my wife" Zoro didn't say it to brag, he wasn't angry, it wasn't a menace. It was just a piece of information that Chopper told him to say if men started to bother you too much.
Some of the Mugiwara crew were out on the island you had stopped by. Sanji was hunting ingredients, Nami was looking at clothes and you decided to stay close to Zoro as you both went for Sake.
"I'm flattered, but I'm not interested. '' You told the guy who flirted with you but he didn’t give a shit what you said because he started following you around like a lost dog.
Sanji had asked you if you wanted him to kick the man away, but you, being the sweetheart you were, told him not to bother and so, he sighed and went his own way.
Zoro on the other hand, He didn’t ask. He said those words hoping the dude would stop and walk away.
Your relationship with Zoro was excellent, there was a thing going on between you two but it was a secret. You didn’t wanted Sanji bothering Zoro or Nami asking you about why and how that had happened. You were not embarrassed of being Zoro’s couple. It just was impractical.
And you two were too practical to make things complicated.
Sanji froze in place at the hearing of the Marimo's words, then he whipped his head in your direction for confirmation even when he was at least 100 meters away.
“Wife? a beauty like you is with that… animal?” the man asked and you frowned, they could say whatever they wanted about you but no one messed with your friends and especially not with your lover.
“Well the “animal" as you call it, is the best swordsman in the world" you said stopping to look at the man in annoyance "He unlike you knows that when I said "I'm not interested" I meant fuck off" you told the asshole but he made heart eyes at you.
"You look beautiful even when you are mad" he whispered and you felt a vein pop in your temple. "I'll give you anything you want, just give me a chance sweetheart, I'll buy the most expensive jewels, the best dinner in town… I'll make you forget about him"
"Okey, that's enough" Zoro muttered to himself as he unsheathed one of his swords to point at the man. "You can't buy her, she's mine" that time he was angry, he moved the sword slightly and made a scratch in the man's shoulder
The man shrieked in pain and you looked at Zoro with a smirk.
"fucking Pirate, I'll call the marines, then you…"
"The marines can't help you, you messed with my wife, I'll take care of you…" Zoro was ready to kill.
"She's not even that pretty" the man said afraid "she's just a pirate's whore"
With a big smile you stopped Zoro by putting a hand in his chest, his eye met yours and he put the sword down, giving the man the perfect moment to escape.
Only for you to throw him a needle to the neck, making him fall in his face, paralyzed.
He tsked at you and sheathed his sword.
"Fucking scumb" he muttered, still angry.
"It's ok, I don't care" You answered and he looked down at your lips. Your hand was still over his chest.
"I do, no one talk like that to..." He doubted, he didn't know how to label you
"your wife?" He blushed at your words and looked away
"Yeah" he answered, pulling you closer by the waist.
"Thank you, dear husband but let's not make an scene" you were about to kiss when…
"So you two are together, uh?" Nami said, appearing from nowhere, making both of you freeze on the spot.
Zoro blushed even more and so did you.
"Fuck" Zoro said in a whisper and you cursed too.
Sanji appeared running, cursing Zoro for his words and the fact that you two were together.
You giggled and Sanji attacked Zoro for being such a "lucky bastard" for getting you.
Of course your smile vanished when Nami asked about the wedding and how come she wasn't invited.
You two have made a big mistake.
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pix3lplays · 2 months
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While I can totally see the toxic side of a relationship with Aventurine, I'm so down bad and soft for him and in love with him that I want him endlessly happy so may I interest you in the healthy version of dating Aventurine...? 👀
I haven't seen anything of him past the conversation he has with Ratio in his hotel room but I HAVE had him spinning around in my head since his very first leaks so I have too many thoughts about him unfortunately.........
I feel like his main love language is physical touch. I can see him having all the love languages tbh but his main feels like physical touch. He just feels like such a physically affectionate person who'd wanna drape himself all over his partner or the other way around. But considering how shit his social life and life in general is, he most definitely hasn't had physical affection reciprocated like. Ever.
So a partner who initiates physical affection with him even prior to establishing a relationship would destroy him methinks. Thanking him for something and then you jump into his arms to hug him tightly... When's the last time he's been hugged? Especially in such an affectionate manner??? Never!!!!!! His brain would shut down, he wouldn't process that he should hug back and when he does it's too late, you've pulled back and he already misses the warmth.
A partner who holds his hand?? ESPECIALLY in public??? It's clear nobody likes him and his reputation precedes him and everybody is space racist to him, so a partner who's unafraid to show him off like he's the greatest prize they could have would also destroy him methinks. He'd definitely adore PDA, but again, single and sad lol. So if his partner is down for PDA, Aventurine is the happiest bc he gets to indulge in his partners affections 24/7 AND ALSO SHOW THEM OFF?? flex that even someone like him could be loved??? Absolutely!!! Your designated seat is always his lap and he always has an arm around your waist or your shoulders and he will always shamelessly kiss you anytime he wants and you return all of it back and make everyone within a 30k mile radius feel single as fuck.
I can imagine once he's entirely comfortable with his partner, he is SUCH a gentleman. Shoes untied? He's getting down on one knee to fix it for you, caressing your leg softly and planting a kiss near your knee before standing back up. No he doesn't care if he gets his precious white pants dirty. No he doesn't care if any camera caught that and there'll be an article with his name in bold next day. Tired?? Will carry you bridal style. Out shopping?? (and he'd definitely love taking you out on shopping sprees) will carry all your bags. Anything!!
He slowly finds himself turning into husband material even if he has not been an ideal husband type ever. He'll find himself wanting to cook a nice meal at home for the two of you, likes having you sitting on the counter looking all pretty while he works and giving him kisses as thanks every now and then, or likes surprising you with it when you come home.
Starts memorizing your orders at restaurants or cafes, will always automatically just go and order your favorites.
Begins to refer to most plans with 'we'. It just comes out naturally. "This is a difficult mission to manage, but we can find a way around it". We. Even if you're not involved in his work in the slightest. You two are intertwined entirely to him.
He never officially asks you to move in. All he knows is one night you slept over and then slowly it became a regular and his house is becoming filled with more and more of your items, starting with your toothbrush then your towels then some spare clothes and now you practically live there. And he's so happy at how natural and comfortable and not awkward it feels. Nothing forced.
Speaking of spending the night, the first time you two shared a bed was insane to him. Being held so tenderly, with so much love and care and warmth.. All things he's so unfamiliar with. He almost couldn't handle it. His favorite sleeping position is either burying his face in your back while spooning you or having his face buried in your chest. He likes your warmth, your heartbeat, your hands stroking his hair and the other wrapped around him, he doesn't care how much of a baby these positions make him look like. He's comfortable and he deserves it.
Showering together was something he wasn't keen about until one time it happened and you washed his hair and he almost cried. Gentle hands rubbing his scalp and stroking his hair and lathering the soap so calmly, he could have died right then and there. Then washing his body with equal amounts of care. He'd never been taken care of that way. He started wanting you there for every single shower, throwing excuses like "I can't reach my back I need you to wash me!" or "my hair felt softer when you did it I don't know how so you have to do it!"
His future is uncertain. But he finds himself looking at your ring finger and wondering what wedding ring cut would look the best on it. Sees you with kids and thinks it'd be nice to have that. But it's a step he's far too afraid to consider taking, with how dangerous his work is and how the rug could get pulled from under him at any second. He'd never want endanger you or a child. Those are things for an incredibly far future, but the thought of possibly dying and not ever having it saddens him.
As for his gambling, as predictable as it is... You're his lucky charm!!!!!! But also his self-control. You pull him out of it when he starts betting a little TOO much, and you switch his drink with water when he starts getting too drunk too. You manage him without suffocating or restricting him, he'd appreciate it.
If you ever visit him during work hours at the IPC, he'd be the happiest. Just an IPC secretary coming to tell him he has a visitor who claims to be his partner and he's almost flying out of his chair like "let them in let them in!!!". Poor anyone around, because you will not be spared from Aventurine's kisses. He doesn't care who's there. In fact, if Topaz or Dr. Ratio are there, it's even better. He'd like to silently rub it in. And If you made him lunch and had come to drop it off???? He may actually just ask to marry you,, being taken care of is something he loves. Something he could get used to.
His job requires things to get dirty often. He's told you the details but you still stay. He sometimes wonders if you'll eventually snap out of this daze and realize what you've gotten yourself into. See his true colors and hate him and leave him. He thinks the day he came back home covered in blood that wasn't his own would be the final straw. But it somehow wasn't. He came fully expecting you to scream, yell, get angry, get upset, break up with him and leave. But you didn't. You just gave him a sympathetic look before dragging him to the bathroom. You tended to any injury with love, took his clothes off with care. Put what can be washed in the washing machine and threw what couldn't be to the side. Got him in the shower and helped clean him up. Dried his hair afterwards and got him in bed. Told him he should rest, he must be tired. Why do you still love him?? He's no good. He took someone's life today and you're worried about whether or not he's tired??? He won't ever understand what you see in him. But he's so grateful, he'd want to keep repaying you for your love.
And his birthdays.... If you throw him a surprise party, he'll cry. For sure. Does this guy look like anybody remembers or celebrates his birthday? He probably spends them getting wasted in some bar after blowing a couple of millions on a gambling table. A cake, decorations, gifts... You'd make that day special. Like a birthday should be.
He'd feel more and more like a human with you. Not like an object that can be used and discarded when no longer useful. A person. With feelings.
He'd get jealous. Cry in your arms. Say "tell me I'm yours". Begging for reassurance.
"You don't belong to anyone. I love you" you'd answer. And he'd break.
He doesn't know what it's like to not be owned. A slave. He doesn't know what it's like to be loved. Unconditionally.
He thinks you deserve better. But he can't let anyone else have you. So he becomes better.
Sorry this is soooo incredibly long and self-indulgent but I've been so obsessed for MONTHS this is so much pent up thoughts.... I'm so Normal about him <3
Yes you may absolutely interest me in a healthy relationship with Aventurine and I think every Aventurine fan needs to read this immediately-
The part about him coming home after a ‘work related incident’ had me SCREAMING oh my gosh
Like yeah coming to terms with the fact that Aventurine hurts people would be REALLY hard but you love him enough to trust him???
He definitely strikes me as the type who literally cannot imagine receiving anything without giving so to have someone just openly show him so much kindness without expecting something in return is literally shaking his world??
And yes physical touch Aventurine is so real- I have another ask proposing touch-starved Aventurine and that. Yeah that makes sense. Him counteracting that by being So physically affectionate just makes sense to me haha. He’s very in denial that he’s touch-starved haha…
Thank you for the food, I ENJOYED IT A LOT💕💕
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rookiesbookies · 3 months
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Please I need more strength kink like you wrote for König but for the text of the COD men. Does Soap show off and lift heavier when he sees you saunter into the gym? Does Ghost try not to pay attention as you stare? I am down bad for these boys
So this is the most recent ask Ive gotten but dont fret my other requesters, yalls are taking more time bc they’re longer form pieces (I dont want to spoil but honeymoon/consummation night with Ghost (doing some research for this one), some Konig wifey bits (there’s two or three), and Ghost’s wife wearing his mask) Im so excited you all are interacting with me I just wanna say. I love you all *MUAH* big kiss.
Also I took Keegan off this one bc I don’t think I have a lot of Keegan fans reading? (ik I love him tho) so if anyone wants it just put a comment and I’ll write one and edit it so its in here.
Edit right here: I put Keegan down at the bottom. Dw Keegan girlies he’s here now.
Another edit: I put Krueger bc a reblog asked for it
Without much more here’s:
Strength Kink with the 141
Masterlist is pinned as always, also let me know if yall want any as full blown fics.
Price
Price is an “old dog” as he calls himself. He knows he’s getting softer, the wrinkles are setting in, he doesn't quite have the body he used to as a LT. Kinda got a dad bod after adopting 3 boys.
First time he sees you drool over him? He is down fucking bad. Will do anything to see his sweet lady all red in the face over him again.
Fucking saunters over to you, hits you with “you can feel if ya like, love. Go on.” just holds his arms away from his chest while he’s in his tank top.
If you take him up on this offer (and I assume yall are dating at this point) and even just grab at a peck, he is tense. His abs are tight, his butt is clenched, he is doing it all to seem like he still has his young and sharp LT body.
He knows you dont care and love his dad bod and all his soft pillowy goodness but sometimes he feels like the pillsbury dough boy.
Absolutely would pick you up and carry you bridal style at any chance.
Tells you he’s “just practicing” however he is very clearly showing off.
If you come find him at the gym to drool all over him, that max he was only supposed to do one of per set, he is not repping.
“John, are you sure- I’ve never seen you lift this much you look red-”
“I'm alright, love, just doing my reps trying to set a new pr.” Little do you know that by repping this, this is his new pr.
Gaz and Soap are sitting there mouth open because Price has never done that and not fallen over and now he just KEEPS. GOING.
And Price’s wife just keeps drooling over him as Simon spots the poor guy.
(This is what i mean btw)
Soap
The worst about it of them all.
I'm telling you right now, if you have an oral fixation on his muscles, he will mate for life like a swan. Because if you mark up his muscles he will do EVERY SINGLE WORK OUT shirtless until Ghost is like “Johnny. You look like a slut and smell like a whore with all that cologne. We’re in the bloody gym.”
He will walk around shirtless in the tightest sweatpants to show off his thighs and abs to you.
Will bench press you.
Put your weight on the hip thrust and will call you over or send videos of him doing it.
If you’re sitting somewhere he will just pick you up and move you for the hell of it under the excuse he wanted to sit there just to see you get red.
If you compliment his body once, I'M TELLING YOU ONE TIME, he will buy the TIGHTEST shirts imaginable around the house to show off his shoulders, back, pecs, biceps, and abs.
If you even mention having a bad day, your face is going between his pecs. He also absolutely can do the thing where he can flex them one at a time and he does it 24/7 for fun.
Catch him planking at the gym?
Feeling bold?Let’s shimmy under the poor bastard to look up at him.
“Do push ups.”
“Bonnie, the fuck you mean-”
“Come down, get a kiss, and go back up?”
“And if I fall? Which I won’t but I gotta ask.”
“Can’t feel any worse than when you dive onto the bed to wake me up in the mornings.”
He’s floored. Goes down, gets his kiss, comes up.
Price has watched Soap do more pushups than he ever has outside of a punishment when he was in basic training. Johnny has half the mind to let himself drop, smoother you in sweaty hugs and kisses. But he doesn’t. Not until he’s shown off. It’s embarrassing how much sweat is dripping from him though. He’ll just say you both need a shower.
Ghost
Totally doesn't flex when he hugs you.
Oh you think he does?
If you ask him, you’re wrong. Simon is the most casual of them all.
He’ll just randomly pick you up.
Like throw you over his shoulder, hold you like a koala, bridal style, you name it. Unlike Price, who is more careful about it, Simon has been doing exercises to work on his balance so he can safely carry you down a flight on stairs.
If he catches you staring, its over for him. He’s blushing under his lil mask, acting like he doesnt see you.
If you walk up and open your mouth to talk to him, he’s not listening to a word of that blabbery. He’s focused on the way you watch his legs while he’s in the leg press. How if he flexes a bit more you have the pause so you don’t choke on your words.
If you’re the bold on and you get down to the level of his head because he can’t easily escape this machine right now to say something. I'm thinking like a “Simon, I’m going to need a thigh riding session at 1800 hours. Put that on your damn schedule.” And just walk out. Don’t elaborate.
He’s struggling to get out of the machine, considering chasing after you, possibly having a stroke over it. He’s so flustered he’s down right gasping for air. If he didn’t have shit to do today he’d scoop you up and show you want all these muscles could do just to get you to feel like how flustered he is.
Konig
(see the fic about his wife seeing him lift, its on my masterlist (its pinned))
Gaz
By the time you’ve started dating, you know Gaz is jacked. Just look at him ffs. Anyone could see it.
So you do the only reasonable thing and insist on being his gym partner.
And in turn he will insist on spotting your squats.
If you get so nervous you fail a set his plan springs into action. Bro has it lifted in one hand. He doesn't care if it's a lot. He WILL be lifting it in one hand just so you can see how strong he is.
“Kiss for your savor?” He asks.
“Sure.” You reply, pecking his lips.
But no no no.
“Love, I meant you’re actual savor.” He’d say, flexing that one arm and pointing to it.
Just roll your eyes and do it. It’s easier.
He is GLOWING for the rest of the day. He will now take any and all opportunities to lift heavy things for you.
That big box? Lifted. Come kiss his muscles. Cuz if you don’t he's picking you up and putting you in air jail for being ungrateful.
I feel like because Gaz is so lean its kinda a sleeper build situation? Could be completely using that term wrong but IDC.
Lowkey loves nothing more than you feeling up his abs under his shirt when yall are going to bed. Like your hands feel so nice on them when he’s flexing extra hard so they’re rock solid for you.
First time yall cuddled he almost passed out because he was trying to keep his muscles flexed for so long.
Edit: here’s Keegan
Keegan
Keegan was always walking around the house in the sluttiest tank tops and the lowest waist line sweatpants you’ve ever seen.
He had been showing off since he first met you, so I’ll tell you how it happened.
What did he wear on your first date? Tight ass t shirt and a leather jacket with black jeans.
He essentially was giving a strip show when he slowly took off that jacket, made sure you were watching when he did it with a smug look.
“What wrong, doll? Distracted?” He was definitely flexing hard. Pecs and biceps on full display and don't get me started on how he was clenching to get his abs to show through.
He made sure to get real close to.
Oh dear is that a dirty puddle, let him just… yk… casually pick you up to carry you over the smallest puddle ever.
And when he’s at the gym? You are getting tons of selfies. Those videos of him curling weights that are slightly too heavy all because he knows you like the sound of the groans he makes as he struggles to lift it. Oh he is hip thrusting your weight and a half, so you know you’ll never be too heavy. There’s a video he sent that was 10+ minutes of just him thrusting your weight. You honestly thought it was looped.
Oh and he carries your weight when he runs on the treadmill so he knows he and run and keep you safe if need be.
Here’s Krueger (i got carried away, enjoy)
Krueger:
Sebstian knows he’s already strong.
Picking you up and benching you is his favorite hobby. The way you can't help but giggle and he has to scold you to stop wiggling.
He’s always throw around his weight with you. He knows he’s a big. He loves to lay on you to stop you from moving.
Loves to have you lay on his torso with the weight at his hips as he works on his hip thrusts. Got kicked out of a gym because it was dangerous so he got weights to do it at home. Will do it shirtless so you can trace his tattoos.
Definitely has never told you he committed murder because he doesn’t want you to stop looking at him like he’s your savior as you rub his sore muscles.
God he loves having you rub his muscles, he just tries not to drool as you rub his calves and biceps with all the force your hands can muster to gently rub the knots away. One time he felt so good he almost cried as you rubbed one out of the back of his neck, he got so bricked he couldnt help it he felt like he was gasping for air the pleasure was so intense.
He’d never tell you that tho, no he’d rather die and speak up and tell you how good it feels when your massage his muscles while planting small kisses after every knot you work out. Definitely going to keep asking you to work his aches away… wonder if he can convince you he has a knot in his dick, no no wouldn’t do that to you not yet.
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fallenangelsfics · 1 year
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ʚ 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 l 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌
warnings: 18+ ⁝ unprotected sex, oral, pinning, public sex, marking
→ 𝖼han
in the studio;
you guys have sex here often since this where he spends most of his time and when he comes home he arrives really late finding you already asleep or very tired;
considering the reason above, sometimes you just show up there and sit on his lap maybe teasing him a bit, grinding your hips against him in attempt to make him take a break and give you his attention;
i feel there is a lot of oral, mainly you giving him blowjobs to help him release his pent-up stress.
i also think that he might bend you over his desk and pound into you senseless.
→ minho
in a public bathroom of a restaurant;
he gives me vibes of exhibitionism (i'm sorry-);
every so often you guys have a date in a fancy restaurant where you usually wear something revealing just to turn him on;
usually it ends up with him giving you small signs for you to follow him, like rubbing his hand slowly on your thigh or resting it on your waist;
you always go after him, going inside the restaurant's bathroom before he just pushes inside one of the stalls;
he doesn't even care if someone heard you, he just wants to ruin you ♡
→ changbin
in the living room;
the first time this happened was when you two were watching a horror movie since he enjoyed them and you wanted to make him happy. however, when a jump scare showed up on the screen you jumped to his lap rubbing your ass in his crotch accidentally;
he turned off the tv immediately and pinned you against the couch, making you feel the effect you had on him;
and well i think you know what happened next-
→ hyunjin
in a fitting room of a clothes shop;
frequently you and hyunjin went shopping together since he loves fashion just like you;
yet one day you tried on an outfit that accentuated your curves well and had some cleavage, showing your skin under the dim lights of the fitting room;
he looked at you and entered the compartment closing the curtain behind him and pushing you against the wall;
it would end up with him covering your mouth to prevent your noises.
→ jisung
in the shower;
he comes back home usually exhausted from his intense practice. therefore, he tugs you often with him inside of the bathroom of your suite;
he picks you up bridal style and places you inside the shower, hugging you from behind with his arm tangled around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck while he slips into you;
i think he wouldn't want to go really rough on these occasions and you would have slow and gentle sex.
→ felix
in a swimming pool;
one day you threw a party at your place that had a swimming pool in the backyard;
after all the guests left, you were alone with felix, his toned torso exhibiting due to the moonlight's rays;
he swam to where you were standing and placed your legs around his waist, kissing you passionately which ended up leading to a make-out session and heating things up...
→ seungmin
in the kitchen;
when you are in the kitchen cooking while wearing nothing but seungmin's shirt and your panties, your ass almost popping up from under your clothes, it's game over for him;
when he enters the room he eyes you up and down and gulps at the sight;
he would approach you from behind and grab your ass firmly, placing you on the kitchen counter spreading your legs while sucking on your neck and traveling down south...
→ jeongin
in the bedroom;
he loves a good classic but what he mainly adores about this is returning home and seeing you laying down in your shared bed still awake waiting for him. it just warms his heart knowing you care so much about him;
a lot of times, he would just cuddle with you but sometimes, he simply stares intensely at your body since he can't help it and moves to the bed, placing you on his lap. he undresses you gently and marks your body with hickeys while entering you to show his affection;
i think on occasion he could get pretty rough while thrusting into you if he had a particular stressful day.
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mendeshoney · 6 months
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if you're still interested writing from the drunken confession prompt can you pls do "I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." With barzy but with the reader being the drunken one pls 😭
3.) "I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." with Mathew Barzal
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"What the hell, Sydney?" Mat practically barks out, his hands shooting forward so he can steady you when Sydney all but dumps you into his arms.
You're absolutely wasted.
And it's not even one in the afternoon.
Sydney rolls her eyes, and from behind her, Mat can see her husband and his teammate, Marty, rolling his own eyes at his wife's lack of coordination. "Will you relax? She's fiiiiine!"
At Sydney's tone, and your sudden lack off coordination, Mat frowns, tightening his grip to keep you upright. "You two said you were going for brunch."
His tone is slightly accusatory, and it makes you scrunch your nose up in dissatisfaction. "We did!" You all but whine, and Marty sighs from his doorway.
"They went to that one café with the bottomless mimosas." Marty explains, barely breaking a sweat as he helps to keep his wife standing.
"They were amaaazing!" Sydney gushes, and you giggle from within his embrace.
"Sooo delicious!" You agree, and Marty sighs.
"She's been fine since I picked her up," his teammate tells him, "No nausea or sickness or anything, but I brought her straight home before these two could start brunch hopping."
Mat nods, letting out a small breath as he glances down at you, an amused smile crossing his lips when he finds you already looking at him with those big, beautiful eyes of yours and a toothy grin.
"Thanks man," Mat says, quickly shaking his teammates hand before pointing a finger at his wife. "And you! No more brunch."
Sydney whines a little more as Marty drags his wife back towards their car. Mat shuts the door behind him, turning to you and laughing a little when he finds you're still looking at him with that same grin.
"How are you feeling, princess?" He asks softly, brushing some hair out of your face.
You shrug, eyelids blinking slowly at his face. "Fine," you say, then frown a little, "A bit dizzy, I think."
Mat frowns now too, carefully putting one arm behind your back and the other behind your knees before lifting you bridal style. "Let's get you some water then."
"Mkay," you say dismissively, humming quietly to yourself as Mat walks you both toward the kitchen. He can feel your eyes glued to his face as he goes, and he hides the smirk threatening to cross his face.
He places you on top of the kitchen island, careful as he steps back, and he sees you blink at him, smiling, before your eyes blow wide and then squeeze shut, your body swaying a little.
"Whoa there," he says, placing his hands on either side of your face, steadying you, watching as your eyes do that slow blinking thing again. "Are you okay?"
"Mhm," you say, eyes still shut. "A little bit more dizzy."
"From me carrying you?" He assumes.
You try to shake your head, but Mat's hands keep you still. "Dunno baby."
"How many mimosas did you have?" He asks through a laugh, thumbs rubbing gently at your cheek bones.
"Can't count now, baby," you say, "trying not to be dizzy."
"I'm sorry princess," he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I didn't mean to make it worse."
Your mouth opens like you're going to say something, but then it closes again, and your mouth forms a little pout, and he swears he can start to see tears beginning to coat your lashes.
He presses forward, hands still steady and holding your face. "Baby? What's wrong?"
"Too dizzy to open my eyes, room's spinning," your voice wobbles the way it does when you're about to start crying, and Mat can feel himself start to panic.
"Do you want water?" He asks, "I can get you water but I'd have to move to the sink."
"No, I don't want that." You pout more, and Mat's heart starts to fracture.
He presses another kiss to your forehead. "What do you want then?"
"Wanna look at your face."
It's quiet for a second, and then your words click in his head, and Mat starts to laugh. "What?"
"Wanna see you," you explain. "But I'm worried if I open my eyes, I won't be."
"Cause you're too dizzy?" He manages to ask through his chuckling.
You nod slowly, and then the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes start to disappear, and a small, pleased smile crosses your lips, posture straightening a little.
"I can't wait for the room to stop spinning, so I can focus on your face again." You declare happily.
It only makes him laugh more, and he presses his palms into your cheeks a little, delighting in the way they squish a little and your mouth exaggerates the pout that forms.
"Why do you want to see my face?" He asks playfully.
"S' pretty," you manage to say through the squish. "And I love it, love you."
"I love you too, princess." Mat punctuates his statement with a kiss to your squished up lips, then slowly lowers his hands from your face to your shoulders. "Now, how about that water? And some Advil. Definitely Advil."
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nanaminsmoon · 7 months
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babydaddy!connie x blackfem!reader
a/n: so there was meant to be more at the end but it was getting too long, so i'll have to save it for another day...👀but here's more pain ig😁
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cw: pnv, unprotected sex, connie calls reader; 'ma', 'dime que eres mía, ma' ('tell me you're mine, ma'), 'y/d/n' = 'your daughter's name', n word usage
wc: 3270 + lazily proofread bc i'm tired but i'll do it tomorrow
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within the passing of a few months, connie had reintegrated himself into your lives, and had merged the three of you into the family he had always wanted. the evening that had caused it had ended with connie looking to his side, when you and your daughter’s laughs and mumbles had died down, only to see you both asleep. deciding he couldn't just observe your deep slumber for the rest of the night, he'd cool the warm smile on his face and turn the tv off. then, ensuring his movements were small so as to not disturb you both, he'd move to lift your daughter, before carrying her upstairs. he'd help her sleepily brush her teeth, put her in bed, then peck a goodnight kiss onto her forehead. the muscles in his neck would tense at the thought of leaving you alone, considering the afternoon you had spent together. so you’d wake up to connie carrying you bridal style to the bathroom where he’d sit you on the closed toilet, and help you sleepily brush your teeth, and do your skincare routine. light chuckles would leave his mouth at your drowsy agitation but his hands would remain busy, putting your bonnet on, clothing you in his shirt before, finally, joining you in bed.
that pattern would repeat a few times a week and, soon, seeing connie would no longer be an occasion reserved for fridays and sundays. because, lips pouted and long eyelashes laid comfortably as his eyes shut, connie would the first thing you’d see most mornings a week. soon, your pillow would be replaced by his tatted arm; from the second your eyes blearily shut, to the second the sun peeking through the gaps in your curtains forced them open. frequent visits would see space cleared in your closet and, connie would place a grateful kiss on your temple before filling said space with his clothes. he practically lived with you but, not yet old enough to fully understand her parents’ relationship dynamic, your daughter would be questioning why her dad wasn’t going home, at least once a day.
”we’re just having a sleepover, mama”, you said, hands busy doing her hair for school. luckily, she’d reply with a carefree nod and refocus her attention on her ipad. and, when you’d look over your shoulder, you’d see connie smiling to himself as he placed pancakes on her plate.
to the onlookers at the zoo, seeing your daughter sat on connie’s shoulders with one of his hands on her leg and the other intertwining its fingers with yours, you were a family. the same could be said for those who saw the three of you in matching shoes at the airport, going on a vacation paid for by connie. unbeknownst to them, those onlookers were admiring the wonderfully illustrated cover of a book with empty pages. because, to you, all you were was a question mark succeeding a multitude of questions. pushing someone to define something that seemingly rejected definition reeked of conflict, but the faint smell of heartache was growing in strength and you needed to fan it out before it permeated your home. so, laid on connie’s chest like most nights, you’d push yourself to ask him what had been on your mind for weeks.
”so when are you leaving?”, a small laugh would be added at the end of the question, to avoid sounding confrontational. and the skin pressed up against your cheek would move as a chuckle rumbled underneath it.
”why, you want me to leave?”, connie looked down to you, placing two fingers under your chin to make your lips more accessible to his own. and they’d be connected as you shook your head, in response to his question, before you pulled away to speak again.
”no. it’s just…what do i tell y/d/n when she asks me why daddy lives here now?”, you’d ask. making the questions light-hearted diluted their severity to connie. but when you’d sit up, obviously waiting for an answer, his face would drop slowly.
reality brought questions that connie had no answer to, that’s why he had just chosen to live in a fantasy. over the course of a few months, connie had used all the air in his lungs to inflate a protective bubble that’d shelter the family he’d been fighting to retrieve for years. joy was an emotion specially reserved for when he was with his girls, so his greed to stay joyful grew. in turn, connie never went home. boundaries had never been considered, much less the thought of ever crossing them. but now they were being demanded of him, he’d have to pop the bubble he had made, and face the harsh actualities he dreaded. holding off on what needed to be done did not make the task disappear, it just allowed connie to live like everything was perfect for a little longer.
”you think we could ever get back together?”, he asked, eyes monitoring you closely. his unexpected words pushed a laugh out of your mouth, while also lifting your hand to slap his chest. obviously, you thought connie was joking, but one look at his face would alert you of the opposite.
”you serious?”, your question would make connie pause, before his nod at you sent your heart crashing into your stomach. the weight of it should’ve been enough to anchor you to the bed, but the strength of your shock would overpower it to lift you onto your feet.
a slow dance in your kitchen, to end the candlelit dinner connie had prepared for you, had ended in your bodies being bare as your clothes covered the floor. hence why the first piece of clothing you’d pick up would be connie’s, yet you’d put it on anyways. and, as he put his boxers on, connie would watch your stood form as your face rested in your hands. though his subconscious had tormented him with demos of this very scenario, seeing your reaction in real time wounded connie far more than his nightmares ever had. your reaction had sewn his lips shut, so he’d be tasked with unpicking every stitch helping him swallow his feelings just so he could speak words he had heard many times before but never thought he’d say,
”y/n, what are we?”, your features would gather to form a grimace, before your feet would shift you towards the door. but connie’s hands wouldn’t let you get far, as they’d reach to grab your arm and pull you back to him.
”i’m in love with you, and you know that. that’s why i’m here every damn day, because i want this back”, he pointed between you two, ”i want our family back. i want this to just be normal for us, and for y/d/n to know that i’m not going nowhere”, even if you wanted it to, your head wouldn’t cease its shaking as you listened to connie. his confession confused your heart as much as it embraced it.
”then you shoulda thought about that before you fucked the both of us over”, your mouth worked hard to multitask; speaking your mind, and swallowing your rising tears.
the reason for your separation differed depending on who was asked; connie’s version of events stated that he wasn’t mature enough for you at the time. though you’d agree, you’d also add the fact that you had never felt like he was serious about you. conversations about your future had led to either dead ends or arguments. and, once the baby arrived, the noise of blaring music was more inviting to connie’s ears than the sound of new-born tears. if not him, then you would have to be the one to put you and your child first. many told you to wait it out, but you refused to wait for connie to learn how to prioritise. and his stubborn nature meant that connie would put up an unbothered front, and let you walk out his life.
over time, he settled down and you found that connie could be an amazing father when he wanted to be; he'd buy you a house, and ensure you never had to worry about money by providing you with an allowance. his logic behind it was that, seeing as your daughter was with you most days of the week, he wanted you to worry less about work, and more about mothering your child. changes in his behaviour led your friends and family to urge you to get back together, but you knew that his improvements as a father were not indicative of his improvements as a partner. truth be told, the fear of him fucking shit up again was what kept you away from him. even as he came back to you with his pleading heart on his sleeve, you shut him down and suggested just fucking as friends. complications with that arrangement arose when you fell for him again, but let your ego suppress those feelings. now they were bullying their way out of your heart and you no longer saw a need to stop them.
a small voice in connie’s mind berated him, and reinforced the idea that the reason you could never take him back was because he only existed in your life to pain you; from your breakup, to ruining your new relationships, to inserting himself back into your life without warning. that voice told him that you’d never love him again because he had done nothing to merit receiving affections as pure, and wholly perfect, as yours. and, seeing his actions bring tears to your eyes amplified that voice and he’d pull you closer, hoping that holding you would mean that your pain would seep through the pores in your skin and be absorbed into his body instead. small kisses would be planted on your temple as connie slowly walked backwards to sit on the bed, leaving you stood between his legs.
”i know i fucked up, it haunts me everyday. you shouldna had to wait for me to grow up, but…i’m ready now. i want this more than anything; i want to give y/d/n siblings, i want us to get married, and live together again. i just…need you to give me a chance”, connie’s eyes looked up to project the warmth of their sincerity onto your face, and all you could do was sigh. sure, he was was giving you what you had been wanting to see, and hear, from him for years, but was that enough to wipe out everything that had preceded it?
”a chance to do what?”, you spoke, quietly.
”to prove how much i want this.”, he said, squeezing your hands in pleading. if giving him a chance would cement his behaviour from the last few months, then you really had nothing to lose. it’d make him happy, it’d make your daughter happy and, as much as your ego didn’t want you to admit, it’d make you happy as well. so you’d roll your eyes before nodding at him, and giggling when you saw the small smile gracing his face. it’d rest there for all of two seconds before contorting into something that showed different intentions as he lifted your shirt up.
missing connie was something you hated doing, but making up for lost time was one of your favourite pastimes. so, you’d feign annoyance as you pushed him off, but you’d still be giggling like a schoolgirl as you moved his hands from your body. and, somehow, connie’s head would find its way into your shirt, his lips soon kissing your skin before moving to suck on your nipples. eager hands would take it upon themselves to migrate to the back of connie’s head, keeping his lips against you. and that’d encourage the impatient ones, stuck to your back, to harshly pull you into his deep kisses as he nipped at your navel ever so often. it was shameful how quickly connie made you uncomfortably wet; all it took was a series of wet kisses on your skin, mixed with his fingertips delicately trailing it, to deepen your breathing. but that’d be cut short when connie’s lips detached from you, as he moved out of his your shirt.
”lemme see how beautiful my girl looks”, he said, scrambling to lift the fabric off you. though your hands would help him, your mind would still be caught up on his wording.
”your girl?”, you raised an eyebrow, and he looked up at you in confusion,”you ain’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet”, you hiding your now bare chest, and he’d roll his eyes.
”i ain’t just do that?”, he asked, desperately trying to uncross your arms so he could continue what he was doing.
”what—nigga, no! you gotta ask me”, you said and, as he went to open his mouth, you’d place two fingers on his lips, ”not now, properly. and i know you got money, so use it”, you grinned.
keeping your arms crossed left connie no other choice but to pick you up, and practically throw you on the bed. the sight of your tits bouncing from the recoil of you landing on the messy pillows and sheets, enlarged the growing bulge in his boxers so he’d rid himself of them almost immediately. as always, your expectant silence would be filled by the sound of his dick hitting his stomach. and the angry redness of his tip had you anticipating connie dicking you down until you felt like your internal organs were shifting in location. but, once he was inside you, he’d be moving at an agonisingly slow pace; the harsh prods you had been expecting to meet your cervix, were more akin to amorous pecks. that's because telling you how he felt had never been enough for connie; beit anger, neediness, or jealousy, connie needed you to feel what he was feeling. so, bearing a love for you that was so deep he could feel it in the pits of his stomach, connie wanted to replicate that for you with his dick. he wanted to know that when he pulled out, you’d feel an emptiness somewhat similar to how he felt when he was away from you.
and, as he fucked into you, you could feel it all; his regret for his past actions stretched you out until you were clawing at the skin on his back. the love he never got to give you multiplied with every touch of that spongy spot inside of you, and the words he could never say would be breathed onto your feverish skin. never in your life had you known connie springer to get overstimulated, but here he was; body adhered to your own with sweat, as he cloaked laboured whimpers with painfully honest admissions,
”i just need you so bad, ma. i hate being by myself”, he'd speak into the sticky skin on your shoulders, and comforting hands would be on his nape, massaging it softly. connie had once fooled himself into thinking that the only reason he only ever fucked you in missionary was because it was too boring to try with new people. but the truth was that it created an intimacy he only ever wanted to share with the woman of his dreams. and now that he had her legs wrapped around his waist, and her moistened eyelashes blinking up at him, he’d revel in this intimacy until he physically couldn’t anymore.
that point would seem near when, due to overstimulation and how good you felt, the blissful noises tumbling out of your mouth would raise in volume. quickly catching on, one of connie’s hands would be placed over your mouth to stifle the impending noise sure to fill the room when you came. quick reflexes would mean that connie's name, as well as random expletives, would be chanted repeatedly into the palm of his hand as you came around him. pleasured cries would fade into quiet babbles and, to connie, the fact that you could still will your lips to move meant that you weren't too fucked out to speak to him and, of course, he was wrong.
”dime que eres mía, ma”, connie begged of you. and, if you could form critical thought, you would’ve done so immediately. but anytime a coherent sentence would connect in your mind, the chain of words you had accumulated would be broken by connie’s dick sending you spiralling. yet you'd try anyways,
”i’m-m all yours-s, pa, i p-promise”, you said, and the satisfaction of hearing those words quickened his movements. his hands seemed to be digging deeper into the flesh around your hips because, looking at his dick disappear inside of you only to come out smothered in a mix of your arousals, was all connie could focus on. if it wasn’t rock solid already, that view would've made connie’s dick painfully hard. instead, all it did was make him twitch inside of you, causing him to curse at himself; connie knew what his body could handle, so he knew that one more nut would knock him the fuck out and he wouldn’t be fucking again until morning.
'pissed' did not even begin to describe how that made him feel, because all he wanted was to fuck his love so deep inside you, you’d be seeing love hearts everywhere for months. he needed you to feel how much he cared for you, and he felt like he needed all night to do that. but you two didn't have all night and you seemed to be the only one who cared,
”n-need you t-to nut, pa, i g-got work tom-morrow”, you said, and his eyes would finally look to your face again. ’how did i look away when she looks that fucking good?’, he thought to himself as his hand moved to your cheek. as opposed to when it was gripping your hips, it was loving when it touched the feverish skin on your face. honey was dripping out of connie’s eyes to dribble onto the place you two connected, and he’d fuck his decadent adoration into you over and over again until your eyes rolling back in pleasure sent him over the edge, and his hips stilled,
”fuck, why you so—fuck—pretty?”, his words landed on your stomach as his head bowed. the feeling of connie filling you for the nth time that night tightened your walls around him, and he’d wince at the torturous bliss that gave him, as he tried to catch his breath. he'd do so considerably quicker than you so he'd be the first to move, getting up to get a moist, warm towel to clean you up.
”all mine, yeah?”, he teased and, still working on recovering your thought processes, all you could offer would be a lazy hand shooing him away.
”imma make you mine properly tomorrow when i finally put that second baby in ya.”
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minminyoonjii · 6 months
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Ok, I gotta say this. You know how Felix can vibrate his whole body. Imagine being in charge during sex and riding him when he suddenly starts his vibrating thing and essentially becoming your personal vibrator.
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🕯Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.
🌹CW
Rough Sex|Riding|Cowgirl Position|Domestic Teasing|Domestic Sex|Poor Muffins|Praise Kink|Raw Need|Meanie! Lee Felix|Dirty Talk/Rambles|Whiny Dom! Lee Felix|Bold Fem! Reader|Pussy Cupping|Domestic Horny|Felix's Body Twitches When He Tense Up|Aftercare|Lovesick
💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.
🍄Wordcount: 1.3K
"Angel," Felix grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body jolted on instinct, "Home so soon?" you asked, shifting yourself to press your cheek against his. Felix hummed, "Practice was cut short," he said, nosing beneath your jaw. You shuddered, "Aw, I was going to make you a little surprise," you said, holding your tray of muffin batter. He sighed, kissing your temple "I'm sorry, angel," he said, holding you tighter. 
You shook your head lightly, "It's alright, I can let it chill in the fridge for a while. I heard that makes the batter fluffy," you said, trying to move but your lover's hold was firm. "Could we stay like this for a moment, angel? I need you in my arms," Felix whispered, touching your neck lightly. You gulped, setting down the tray, "Take your time, love," you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair. 
A deep rumble, vibrated against your back, "You're so good to me. Fuck, you're so good to me," he rasped, taking a deep breath. You frowned, playing with his hair, "Do you want to tell me more, love?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. Felix groaned, "Just everything. I want to show you how much I crave you, how I utterly adore you," he whined, trailing his hands towards your hips. 
You cooed, nuzzling his cheek, "I utterly adore you too, love," you said, tapping the tray down to let the bubbles escape. Felix grunted, rolling his hips sensually against your back, "Angel, please. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" he keened, rutting his clothed cock. You bit your tongue, "Felix," you whispered, eyes darting around at the constant buck of his hips thrusting. Felix whined, panting on your skin, "Please, angel. I. Need. You," he growled, thrusting up with each word uttered from his lips. 
A shiver ran down your spine at the desperation lacing his voice, "How about you let me clean up before we start anything, hm?" you proposed, kissing his cheek. Felix smirked against your shoulder, bringing his hands lower between your thighs, "Hm, I can't help but pleasure you though," he rasped, cupping your clothed cunt. A stuttered gasp escaped your lips, "Felix, this isn't fair," you whined, gripping tight on the tray. 
Felix's hands trembled, rubbing your inner thighs, "I need you, need you dripping on my aching cock, angel," he said, breaking into a whine. Your breath hitched, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties, "Felix, please," you whimpered, submitting to his administration. Felix shushed you, running his fingers up your shirt, "I got you, yeah? Just need your pretty cunt on my lap" he groaned, carrying you bridal style.
A moan slipped past your lips, "Lix, you can't just say shit like that," you grumbled, laying your head on his chest. Felix chuckled, laying back on the bed, "Oh, but you love when I do, angel. Don't deny it," he said, helping you straddle his lap. You rolled your eyes, stripping off your top, "You're lucky I'm in love with you, Lee," you teased, tugging the hem of his pants down. Felix hissed as his cock made contact with the chilling air, "And I'm thankful for that, angel," he chuckled.
You wrapped your hand around his cockhead, drool pooling in your mouth from seeing his precum beading between. Felix groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck, angel. Your hands look so perfect around my cock like that," he whined, chuckling near the end. You preened, pulling your hands away to moan softly when his cock hit against his abdomen. Felix shivered at your expression, "Does my cock look pretty, sweetheart?" he asked, practically seeing your eyes beam at his question,
You nodded, earnestly "Very fucking pretty," you said, tugging down your panties. He clenched his jaw, blood rushing towards his cheeks, "You're so cute, angel. I can't take it anymore," he grunted,  lining your hips with his cock. You gulped, "Need your fingers first, love," you moaned, pressing your palms on his torso. Felix groaned, slicking his fingers with your slick "So wet. You're sopping, sweetheart," he whined, slipping two fingers up your hole. "There, there, there," you babbled, riding his fingers.
Felix hummed, curling his fingers, "I know, I know but I want you to cream around my cock first. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze around my cock," he growled, spreading his fingers apart. You groaned, thighs quivering from the pleasure, "Hurry, please," you keened, arching your back. He pulled out his fingers, slicking his cock with your arousal, "Ride what's yours, angel," he grunted, easing your hips down his cock. Your jaw slacked, taking as much of his length up your ribbed walls. 
"That's it. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Don't clench like that, sweetheart," Felix whined, body vibrating from the sharp pins of pleasure buzzing through his nerves. A gasp escaped your lips, "Holy sh-shit, Lix. Do that again," you whimpered, clenching harder. Felix groaned, vibrating at the pleasure, pressing his cock right against your g-spot. Broken moans echoed within the room. "Felix, please," you pleaded, riding his cock to make him tremble as hard as he is now. 
Felix choked on a moan, gripping your hips tight, "I'm here, shit, I'm here," he stuttered, tensing his body up. You moaned, elbows wobbling from holding yourself up, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," you keened, riding his cock to the hilt. The vibrations buzzing through his body shook his cock like a sex toy. Pressing deep against your gummy walls. Felix bared his neck, digging his nails into your skin "God, you feel so good," he sobbed, bucking his hips in tandem with yours.
The bed creaked beneath you, leaving no sound to the imagination. You groaned, forcing yourself upwards, "So so deep, love. Look," you preened, rubbing the bulge protruding from your abdomen. Felix thrust his hips in a firm snap, causing a scream to crawl up your throat, "Fucking tease," he growled, tensing his body harder. Sobs broke from your vocal cords, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Too much," you cried, quivering at the feeling of his cock pound deeper into you like a vibrator set on its highest settings.
Felix grunted, reaching down to circle your clit, "Cum on me, angel. Soak my cock like the good girl you are. Let me see your pretty cunt milk my cock," he rambled, using the last of his strength to ease you up and down his throbbing length. You whined, mind hazing from the dull buzz of Felix's cockhead pressing against your cervix. "You're mine, angel. Please, please, please, cum," he moaned, letting his body vibrate to its max for your pleasure. 
Your ears rang from the blinding orgasm, and your mouth dropped in a scream silent, "Ah, fuck," you whimpered, groping Felix's pecs. His eyes rolled back from your fluttering walls, clenched and unclenched around his swollen cock, "Fuck," he rasped, staring at the base of his cock where your bodies connected. "Good girl, creaming around my cock," Felix groaned, seeing the familiar ring of bubbles circle his length. You closed your eyes, catching your breath, "When the fuck have you learnt to vibrate like that?" you slurred, resting on his chest.
Felix chuckled, "Shit, beats me, angel," he said, running his fingers through your matted hair. You hummed, tracing his collarbone, "My poor potential muffins," you mumbled, puffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, rolling his hips, "We can bake them later, sweetheart. I'm sure the sugar would do us good," he said, tilting your chin up, to kiss your lips. You melted into the kiss, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. 
He pulled away, stroking your cheeks, "What are the chances of my dick breaking from how hard you clenched, hm?" he teased, smiling at you with half-lidded eyes. You chuckled, "Not zero that's for sure," you said, booping his nose. Felix sighed, heart swelling, "The things I do for love," he said, dramatically. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, "Very funny, Yongbok," you said, giving his chest a teasing lick. A sudden gasp escaped your lips in tandem, "Did you just twitch in me?" you asked, eyes widening. Felix gulped, embarrassment burning under his skin, "Ready for round two?" he asked, smirking at your stunned look.
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thetopichot · 7 months
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☆ comfort prompts ☆
Comforting words + things that make me fold like a Barbie folding chair. (*/∀\*)
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"It's alright, love. You can hold onto me as long as you want. I'm not going anywhere."
"Take a deep breath. Look at me. You're safe now, baby. You're safe."
"Cry as much as you need to. There is no need to hide your tears from me."
"You're always safe with me, sweetheart. I won't let a single thing touch you."
"You can squeeze me tightly if you need to. I'm not gonna break, baby."
Squeezing your away reassuringly when you're shaking like a leaf nervously.
Kissing your tears away.
Hugging you & swaying you back n' forth.
Caressing your face while wiping your tears.
(I'm not sure if this counts) Holding you bridal style while kissing your face gently.
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☆ミ Author Notes underneath 👇 ☆ミ
🩷 - This is kinda my first writing thing. Well, like publicly. I hope you guys like it because I haven't written like this in FOREVER. This is some nice writing practice for a d&d campaign I'm working on right now.
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hitomisuzuya · 8 months
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Decoding Scara. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Fluff. Some humor. Soft Scara. AU
a/n: I wrote this cause we all want someone to take care of us when we are sick. One of my dad's girlfriend's kids gave me this gnarly awful cough. Kid doesn't even cover his mouth 😭 I don't want this shit, no one does. Next on deck is Diluc smut. I should be on the last legs of this shit.
Achoo!
Scaramouche cringed.
You'd sneezed. You were sick. You had been for a few days now. Thing is, you were too proud to admit it. Sometimes, he thought you were more stubborn than he was.
Your cheeks looked flushed with fever, you sounded congested. You hadn't slept all that much because of it.
And Scaramouche had had enough of your shit. It ends now.
"Tch. Stop it, it's painful to watch you," He scoffed as he watched you from his spot on your bed, crossing his arms.
Up for a game of decoding? When you are dating someone like Scaramouche, you had to really listen to hear what he means when he talks. It's a weird thing for you to explain.
Decode: Please come rest, you are very sick and I am worried for you.
You rubbed your eyes before you looked at him. You looked so tired. "No, I still have things I need to get done," You said, giving him a soft smile before turning back to your laptop.
Scaramouche promptly got up, and closed your laptop. He rolled his eyes when you sputtered in protest. "No you don't. You look like you are going to drop dead any second now. "
Decode: It can wait. It's more important for you to get better.
You tried to open your laptop again, but Scaramouche kept his hand on your laptop to hold it closed. He picked you up bridal style and carried you over to your bed.
It really really freaked Scaramouche out when you got sick. He'd lost someone who he considered a younger brother to illness. He would be damned if he lost you like that too.
He wouldn't be able to bear it.
"I'm taking this," He picked up your laptop, and tucked it under his arm before he walked over to your bedroom door. "And I am locking the door from the outside while I am gone at the pharmacy."
Decode: Please stay in bed and sleep while I go get you medicine.
You knew there was no use in protesting. Scaramouche tucked the blankets around you, giving you a quick kiss before heading out to the pharmacy. He really did lock the door.
This boy, as soon as he got to the pharmacy, he grabbed one box of every cold medicine on the shelf. If one didn't work for you than you had others to try. The cashier gave him an odd look. He knew it looked totally shady.
"Fuck off, my girlfriend is sick," He snapped, glaring at the cashier. Unfortunately, the cashier didn't know how to decode Scara at all cause he didn't know him.
There was no reason to decode that one though.
After some coaxing and bickering, the cashier rang him up just so he would leave. That was fine with Scaramouche. He didn't like idiots holding him up, especially if they were preventing him from getting back to you.
Next he went to the grocery store. He bought various soups that would help sooth your throat, and a variety of teas, scoffing when he took a box of hot chocolate mix off the shelf. He despised sweet things, but he knew it would make you feel better.
The only sweet thing he didn't despise was you.
"Sc-Scara, what did you do? Buy the whole pharmacy?" You asked with wide eyes when he tossed the bag full of cold medicine onto your bed.
"Practically, just shut up and take your medicine. I also got you that mud you like to drink," He said, sitting down on your bed.
Decode: Take your medicine. It will make you feel better. I also got you hot chocolate because I know you like it.
Scaramouche spent the next few days hardly letting you get up for anything, making sure you took your medicine, and making you soup. He watched movies and TV shows with you, he would never admit it but he absolutely ate up reality shows for their drama.
Needless to say, once you recovered, you had your hands full taking care of Scaramouche when he caught what you had.
He would still kiss you even if you were sick.
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angelltheninth · 5 months
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Hi! Can you write something about Vi and Caitlyn (separately) with their pregnant S/O?
I want to say something so downbad about Vi right now but I will contain myself cause this is a fluffy post.
Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn x Reader
Tags: fluff, pregnancy, cuddles, message, shopping, protectiveness, coming up with baby names, plans for the future, carried bridal style
A/N: I wanna see them both as parents. Please LoL, I'm begging!
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VI
She had seen what her dad was like when her mom was pregnant so she does know what to do... in theory. In practice she's very scared to get things wrong. She doesn't want to baby you but she can't help but be a little more protective towards you when you start showing, glaring at anyone who she thinks has bad intentions.
Carries you around the house bridal style a lot. Don't even try to stop her from talking to the baby for hours, she has so much she wants to say. Massaging you becomes a daily thing, it stays a habit of hers even after the baby is born. Never takes your emotional outburst to heart but is always ready to listen and hug you when you need it.
CAITLYN
Really excited about starting a family with you, not out of obligation but out of true love. It surprises you how clingy she gets, the more you show the more she wants to be close to you. Even more surprising is how she takes leave from Enforcer work when you get closer to your due date. She wants to be there when it happens.
Already bought everything for the baby, including the bed, the toys and the clothes. Shopping for it all was soo much fun, she can't wait to do it again. She also has a notebook full of potential baby names. Her subordinates thought she was working on a case, no she was busy coming up with names for your kid.
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romanoffsbish · 1 year
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Big Bad Wolf…
Dark!Natasha Romanoff x InnocentFem!R
Prompt: “Send me a photo, and I’ll write a fic about it 🤪” (sent by @mostlymarvelsstuff )
Warnings: Infatuation—Stalking, Alcohol/Drugging, Kidnapping.
Smut: Non-Con, R is a virgin, Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Knife Play, Oral/Fingering (R), Strap—Cock warming, Degradation.
18+ | Minors DNI !!
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Natasha's been watching you for awhile now. Prettiest little thing she'd ever seen really, the innocence you radiated was such a draw in. Every time she heard you giggling she just knew you'd be her perfect little baby, you were naturally sweet, and in turn easily corruptible.
Which is why she was irate whenever she saw you enter the bar she owned in your skimpy little outfits. Trading in your long, floral dresses for these overtly revealing outfits. That crowd you found yourself with was a group of rotten apples. Ruining you before she ever had her chance to, and she wasn't having it; nope.
You didn't know it yet, but you needed her.
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The moment Natasha watched you collecting your belongings she knew it was time to set her plan in motion. You'd been sipping on the long island iced tea that she mixed especially for you for an hour now, and it was infuriating how slow you were at polishing off the drink.
Natasha thanked the heavens that you were still her good girl deep down, because while your friends selfishly stuck around you took off so you could sleep properly for your classes.
"I'm heading out Bucky, close up the bar for me tonight," she tossed the burly man the keys, never once sparing the man a glance as she was too focused on following you out the doors.
The bar wasn't more than a block away from your dormitory, so just like always you began to make the trek home with your keys between your fingers, with pepper spray on the chain. That didn't matter much though when you began to stagger so much to the right you were practically walking towards potential traffic.
"Woah there honey, are you okay?" A familiar looking redhead caught you just as you were about to fall into the street, "'m okay," you did your best to smile at her, but in your state you couldn't tell that only half of your face moved, it'd honestly looked like you were having a stroke, but to placate you—her clueless, and far too trusting sweet girl, she softly smiled back.
"It looks like you had too much to drink kotenok," she gently swept the mess of hair from your face, then gently guided your head into her chest while her other arm slid under your legs so she could hold you bridal style.
Natasha's heart beat wildly at the thought of one day marrying you, it was a reality she was only moments away from reaching now that she finally broke you away from your miserable life so she could offer you the whole world.
The following morning came with eery silence, but it was soon filled by the clanging of metal as you pointlessly pulled on your restraints, your muscles aching caused you to cry out. You're unsure how long you'd been made to stand here in you unconscious state, but it was likely long with how easily the pain brought you to tears. Light sobs left you, pulling the pleased attention of your kidnapper to you.
"Now, now darling—don't hurt my feelings," Natasha called out from the shadowed corner she'd been patiently sat in. It'd taken you an entire eight hours to find your way out of the drug induced darkness you were plunged into.
"W-who are you?"
"Natasha," she answered sparingly, it wasn't much, but it was all she was willing to offer.
"W-why did you lock me up?" you sounded so small, entirely helpless, and that filled Natasha with an almost carnal need to brutally destroy you, "I thought you were there to save me..."
Natasha was honestly impressed, you were the only one of her captives to ever remember the twisted moment of fate. Where she ensnared you into her intricate web of diluted dreams, and brought you to her soundproof basement.
"Please, I—," you nervously went to ask more in wake of her silence, but she was now stood before you with her slender finger pressed to your trembling lips, "No more questions."
Once she could see the fight simmering in your eyes she lowered her finger, then much to your further discomfort she nuzzled her nose into yours, "I did save you baby, the world is a scary place, you're just too precious to be made to face it alone," she sloppily pushed her lips into yours for a kiss you didn't want to reciprocate.
It was only when she ran the tip of her blade down your body that she was able to control the moment, digging into the material of your top until you felt it digging into your skin. Natasha took advantage of your gasping, her tongue slid over yours with an eagerness to rival that of a toddler set free in a candy store.
Unfortunately for you, it seemed that the way that her blade continued to tear your clothing apart, while her tongue unashamedly explored your mouth turned you on in a desperate way. Never in your life had you been touched by another, you'd been saving yourself for that special someone, but it seems out of reach now.
And oddly enough, you were fine with that.
Not only did some minuet part of you being driven by intense bouts of lust want her to continue marking and harshly groping you the way she was, but your body actually needed it. Natasha smirked against your cheek, you were panting affectedly, and your hips were moving in the same manner as they bucked into hers.
"Oh my, see what I mean baby?" she stared at you in awe, pupils blown wide and wearing a smirk that could only translate into trouble, "I've just taken you hostage, and look, your slutty pussy is begging for me to fill it up."
To emphasize her words she lifted your skirt, and used her knife to haphazardly cut the thin material from your body. A pang of arousal shot straight through your body when you watched as the woman held your panties up to her face, the sparse light in the room proving just how wet you'd become in only seconds, and you felt yourself dripping freely as you watched Natasha lick your essence off them.
"Fuck kotenok, you're too delicious for your own good, I'm going to devour you whole."
Seeing the way she looked at you, as if you were her defenseless prey—you believed her wholly, because the truth was clear as day, you were defenseless against her in every possible sense.
"Tell me kotenok," she whispered hotly against your tense jaw as she deposited teasing nibbles to the skin, her hand also teased your folds, and "What do you want?"
"I-I," you looked down in clear shame, your hands balled up into tight fists, the skin now taut around your knuckles, and you squeezed so tightly that your joints popped, and at the sight of you doing so it filled the redhead with uncontainable glee. She'd always suspected, but more so hoped, that you'd be pure, and with how desperately your clit twitched at the simplest stroke she knew you were a virgin.
"Shh, it's okay detka," her lips lightly suctioned over your pulse point, causing you to moan in a mix of shock and pleasure, your hips wildly bucked into her hand, and she smirked against your skin, "Mommy will take good care of you."
Natasha dropped to her knees, "Oh fuck, you smell divine baby, can't wait to drink your sweet nectar straight from the source," she teasingly licked a strip up your slit, groaning in sync with you as pleasure overran you, and your taste temporarily melted her cognition.
A whimper left your lips a second later as your knees buckled at the sensation of the redhead between your thighs, and in a show of mercy she lifted your leg over her, opening you up even more for her enjoyment, and saving you from permanent damage to your shoulders.
Natasha was relentless with her ministrations, this wasn't a tender first time, but instead a mission for her to bring you to ecstasy for the first time in your life, to show you that you'll never need anyone besides her to get you here. Her expert tongue swirled around your entrance a few times before it dove into you.
"Fuck, oh my gosh, wh-what...," your hazy mind tried to make sense of just how good you were feeling, but as she harshly sucked your clit  between her lips while entering you with one finger there was nothing more to understand.
Inexperienced as you were, you could tell that your pussy gripping onto her finger was a sign that she nearly had you tipping over the edge of a bliss you were desperate to reach. Sloppily as ever your hips flailed as she now thrusted three fingers into your greedy cunt, "You're such a slut Y/N, this pussy has yet to be touched but still, look at the way you're moving with me."
"Mommy, it feels so good," you practically shouted, causing her to chuckle against you, which only added to your pleasure, making you even more desperate as you bucked down.
"You were born to wrap around my fingers," she groans against your clit as your walls all of a suddenly clung to her, in a matter of mere seconds your orgasm overtook your body, and you screamed out a slurry of profanities as your back arched off the wall and your body shook.
Natasha slowly stood up, her fingers still deep inside of you as her other hand sought to free you as her  lips softly pressed over the entirety of your glistening face as you came down.
With a gentle care she removed herself from within you, carrying you over to the bed she settled you down, then she finally stripped herself of her clothing. Eyes of a green flashed with a devious glint when the strap fell loose, she stroked it as if it were real as her eyes took in your slightly snoring form. With expected ease she slipped right on into you, your slick now coating her thighs as she bottomed out.
Natasha wanted nothing more than to rail you into the mattress, but she wanted you awake for such an experience, so she'll settle for a good old fashioned cock warming until later.
In your exhausted state you leaned into her comforting embrace, your sweet nature leading you to go against the very grain of rationality. All the alarm bells in your mind had been temporarily snoozed. Natasha knew it would take time to break you in fully, in the morning she anticipates you cowering away, so she held you even tighter to her chest, and watched as you slept peacefully. Not a single line of worry present on your face, as if you want to be here.
Deep down she knew you did... Girls like you need someone telling you how to live, to keep you safe, or else you will eventually wind up in the bed of some deviant. Natasha could never have lived with herself if you had met such a fate, but fortunately she saved you just in time.
"Goodnight kotenok," she placed a kiss to your hairline, then settled into the mattress with a dopey smile as she imagined the future; she was more than excited for the journey ahead.
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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months
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I'm so glad I discovered your blog, your writing is so good!! I'd definitely be interested in more Attractive things ____ does headcanons for the rest of the milfs 🥺
Attractive things that the Arcane milfs do
a/n: there will be some nsfw themes in this work and you can find a separate post for Sevika here
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GRAYSON
Whenever she comes home from work, she smells faintly of gunpowder, sweat as well as the sandalwood cologne she likes to put on every morning and, although it might seem weird to some people, you love it. It's just a combination of smells that is so uniquely hers and you often steal her clothes and wear them whenever she's stuck at work late into the night.
You love to watch Grayson practice shooting. She just looks so in her element, all strict and poised, with her shoulders drawn up and her legs firmly planted on the ground. Seeing her calculated and focused gaze makes you go all hot under the collar. It's not like she's oblivious to it either, Grayson is perfectly aware of the effect she has on you and she relishes in it.
The way she wears her uniform never fails to make you all hot and bothered. She just wears it so well and looks so handsome in it and you always make sure to tell her that. She actually suggests wearing it for you during bedroom activities since you seem to like it so much. Who are you to say no to that?
Hugs you from behind whenever she can. Puts her arms around your waist, kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear. Sometimes she whispers sweet and cute things, other times it's just downright filth. Her voice never fails to make you wet and she takes full advantage of that.
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CASSANDRA
Takes off her gloves and puts her hand on the back of your neck, slowly caressing it with her soft and warm fingers. Smirks when she sees the goosebumps that appear on your skin whenever she does that and will tease you for it.
Cassandra smokes on occasion and, damn, does she look good doing it. She is very graceful and careful with it, softly and seductively blowing smoke while looking you in the eyes. Always demands you keep eye contact with her as it is a sign of trust and the blush that appears on your cheeks is simply adorable.
She can be very strict and bossy if you want her to be. She likes giving her partner orders, especially if they're obedient and follow through them without question. Cassandra is a woman who demands respect but she'll always repay it to you. Rewards your obedience with gifts and lots of praise.
Has to have her mark on you in some way. She is a possessive and protective woman and wants everyone to be aware of who you belong to. If you are willing, she gets you a simple gold day collar with a golden letter 'C' hanging from the chain. The collar you wear in private is consisted of a dark brown leather belt with the centerpiece being a pendant identical to the one she has dangling from her ears.
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AMBESSA
Displays her strength by constantly picking you up bridal style whenever she can. Also loves to manhandle you in bed if you're into that. Has a size kink so she loves being able to bend and break you as she sees fit.
As demanding Ambessa is, she knows how to reward good behavior. Be an obedient pet to her and you'll never have to wish for anything. Showers you in riches and war spoils, loves seeing you adorned in gold jewelry and expensive silk. Also buys lingerie for you quite often and you don't really mind, seeing as Ambessa actually pays attention to your likes and dislikes so the clothing pieces are always something which suits your taste.
Sleeps naked, but only with someone she's romantically involved with. Being naked next to you while asleep is an incredibly vulnerable display of trust from someone like her and you certainly don't mind. She is overjoyed if you do the same but will respect it if you aren't comfortable with it.
Although she is a woman of force and a brute, one important demand that Ambessa has for you is to set your boundaries and always tell her if you feel uncomfortable. She is aware how her roughness and strength might seem intimidating to others but she never wants you to see her that way. Her pleasure means nothing if you aren't feeling good too. Is always very respectful of your space and comfort because she truly does love you and never wishes to see you hurt, especially by her actions.
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imma-queencard · 7 months
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Steal your heart.(Royal AU!) part1
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Pairings: Royal Advisor J. Wonwoo x thief female reader (slight mentions of seungcheol)
Genre:Fluff,suggestive.
Ratings: mentions of communism. Both are a bit egoist and narcissist. Stealing, cursing.
P.s: previous name of this oneshot is "phil+sophy=You & Me"
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You climbed over the enormous marble wall holding your bag over your shoulder. Your fingers instinctively checked the zipper of the bag. The last thing you wanted was to slip your stolen stuff from the bag. You were about to ride down the wall with the rope you hung when you intruded in.
"Really?" Your body got stiff. Did you get caught? You looked back to the man. His sleepy face still shining under the moonlight. His sleepy hair strands falling over his large forehead. His fingers tucking in his spectacles. You were at loss of words. Your brain kicking in to jump off the wall and run the hell out of life. But your legs just froze over the wall.
But-but there was none in the master's bedroom when you were stealing his fortune.
"Get down. Now" you heard him spoke in husky tone. And this time,it kicked in. Run.
You grabbed your mask tight to your face and tried to jump off the other side. Your panicking got the best out of you and your left leg slipped. You fell. You fell inside his territory. You waited for your body to crash the ground which never came. Your eyes looked at the bag which was lying on the ground near his posture. You whined.
You were caught.
You were about to beg him not to send you to the patrol guards, you realised his large hands literally holding you in bridal style. Your eyes bulged out.
"Put me down AAAAAH!" you screamed. You might be a thief but it was still improper to get that intimate with a man. You didnt want to ruin your honor like this. At least while stealing.
"You-you're a woman.." he trailed off in confusion when one of his hands practically ripped off your mask despite your protests. You tried to hide your face with your palms.
"Fucking put me down,YOU,PERVERT!!' You screamed throwing your legs in air frantically.
"Holy shit! You-you drop me on the grass?" You grimaced in pain. You gritted your teeth looking up at his emotionless eyes. His eyebrows still knitted together.
"You asked for it.." he replied inching closer to you. With a look of curiosity in his deer like eyes. He was towering you with his almost 6feet height.
"Stay away you Pervert!" You tried to search anything near you that you could use as a weapon against this large man. You saw the man gulp hearing your curse. Totally displeased with your unladylike cursing at him.
"You seriously dare to steal me?Really?Do you even know who I'm?" he asked
You crawled back reaching your bag slowly. Gripping it's laces so that you could throw it over him if it needed.
"I- You are anything but the king!So don't brag out for nothing!" you retorted before biting your cheeks. You better beg,Y/N. "But-but please let me go. I won't steal anymore..this is the last time I promise.." you mumbled. Trying to look as innocent as possible.
You saw his lips' corner twitch for a mere second,"Yeah,Right. I'm the royal adviser of your highness, Yes, not the king himself though."
"Sch-scholar Jeon Wonwoo? " You gasped out standing on your feet in shock. He raised one of his eyebrows in question.
"I-I'm so sorry,sir,I didn’t know it was your house-I-I am SORRRY!" You screamed the last words before throwing your bag at his face and ran with all your might to the wall. You climbed the wall in one go this time. And jump to the opposite side before sparing a glance at the said man who was staring at you holding his forehead. He was standing there with loss of words.
"I'M SO SORRY SCHOLAR JEOOON!" He heard your screaming over the wall and rubbed his forehead in confusion.
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You were terrified for the next few days. Never in your life you thought the royal advisor would be living like any other ordinary higher class people with no guards surrounding his house at all. If you thought about the royal advisor, you could picture at least 10 guards around the house.
You were so afraid that he would track you down and put you in dungeon. It was actually easy for him. You didn’t even dare to put a feet outside your house these days. You had heard of others talking about him being a calm person,fighting for justice, pioneer of philosophy blah blah.
You stopped in front of the sweet shop. Wearing a long red dress reaching your ankle. Hair tied neatly in two braids. If anyone saw you now,none would believe you were the same woman at night. You were oggling at the white sweet placed over the counter with a red jelly on top. That looked so tasty. Calculating how much money you had in your purse.
"Now planning to rob this innocent man,don't we?"
You literally jumped on your feet in fear. Facing the man whom you were trying to avoid for a week. Your fingers clasped your pink purse tight.
"No,no,Scholar Jeon. You're mistaking me for someone else..I'm a genuine customer here.." You said taking out some coins from your purse to show him. You saw him stare at you without saying another words. You bit your lip in tension.
Will he say anything rather staring at my face? You thought. You couldn’t help peeking a glance at him. He was wearing a black suit and pant with a cute blue tie hanging around his neck. His hair neatly covering his forehead. He was..ethereal.
You cleared your throat as the scene gaining some unwanted attention from others,"May I take my leave,Scholar Jeon? "
"Don't rob innocent people,ms y/n. You are requested to exercise some wit in this case unless you want me go hard on you and you meet serious consequences for your actions" he threatened looking straight into your eyes.
"I know how hard it is to remain a poor and a underprivileged person in this rotting society unlike you,Scholar Jeon,I'm no harm to them. The harm is you,the people of your aristocratic society who are running a bull dodger over these helpless people to gain the maximum interest out of them." You retorted straight looking into his eyes.
You saw his eyes twitched, "For such a thief of yourself, you quite fancy talk a lot,ms Y/N. You must exercise when and where to open your mouth unless you wan-"
You cut him off, "I know you could put me in dungeon in an instant for my audacity that night. Even you can exercise your royal power right away. But.." you paused, "I'm the representative of all those men of this so called lower class society who has nothing but pure hatred towards the royal court. You can arrest me this instant but my opinion remains the same." You spat out fuming in anger. It was always like this. Them denying their privileges.
You didn’t know how long you had stared into his eyes waiting for his answer. This was getting hard. Being towered by his height. His demeanor. Since when did you get this bravery to give philosophy lectures to the best scholar of this kingdom?
"This doesn't validate your stealings,ms.y/n. Stop stealing and come to the royal court,I may offer you a living of which your guardians would be proud of."
"I don't need your sympathy,sir. " You replied and turned back in anger. The last thing you wanted was sympathy from this man. You chose this path. You didnt want pity.
You found yourself cursing as your trembling legs led you to your home. Not even bothering to go inside and buy your favorite sweet.
Your tongue suddenly felt so bitter.
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Two days later you received a letter with a seal of royal court above the envelope. You were sad that it had to end like this. What were you doing anyway? Looting those oppressors from high class society to give their fortune to the helpless. You were so happy seeing their happy tears whenever they would receive some fortunes anonymously. How they would thank the God crying for the blessings.How they were at least getting to eat 3meals a day..
All came to end just for your foolishness. You should have at least known whose house you were planning to loot. Maybe you didnt have to talk back to him that day at bazar. What were you thinking anyway?
You tore the envelope and took out the paper.
Ms.Y/N,
Your philosophy sounded as idiotic as you that day. Your books of choice might be misleading you with the concept of society. You are on the torn page of pseudo communism that making you delusional on the principles of modern society. You're indeed in need of a good and worthy guidance so that you can exercise some basics of society and enlighten yourself with your illusions.
So,my cordial offer for you to attend me next evening at my residence. We may discuss about your lacking of philosophy and politics with two cups of coffee and some heavenly toasts.
Regards,
Scholar Jeon Wonwoo.
You finished reading the letter as your hand crumbled the whole paper in anger and humiliations. How dare he to show an invisible middle finger to your ideology! Audacity of this man! You were seeing red in anger. You took out an paper and started writing. Venting out all your angers, insults towards this narcissist man.
Heck with you,Scholar Jeon Wonwoo!
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"Scholar Jeon?You look quite absentminded today..are you feeling well?" The king Seungcheol's voice drag him out of his thoughts. He looked at the other members of the royal court.
"Um-no..it's just-I'm fine,your highness.." Scholar Jeon mumbled earning a giggle from the queen.
"I anticipate scholar Jeon is not bothered by any woman these days,No?" The queen taunted seeing the said man's ear turning red. It was the demerits of being that close to the king and the queen.
"No!My queen..this scholar is perfectly fine here.. read some newly bought books last night that still lingers in my head.." he trailed off with a flustered face.
"If that woman lingers in your mind that much Scholar Jeon.." The king stopped and corrected seeing Wonwoo's flustered face," Sorry,the newly bought books then don't pressure your head too much with that you know?...The last thing I want my royal advisor to get insomnia out of all the things and get distracted in important meetings."
"Nothing to be sorry about,your highness." Wonwoo managed to say despite feeling the second meaning behind the king's words. " I may go and check some errands now if you pardon,your highness..." Jeon Wonwoo stood up and bowed before the king and the queen before excusing himself from the hall.
He started walking out of the hall. He hated to admit that the woman from some nights ago still lingered in his head. He never felt about a woman in such way. How she schooled him amidst a crowdy bazar about her foolish ideology which she believed to be true. No sane person would dare to school him after reaching this stage and status of his life. Alas!what an idiot she was!
All the scholars not only this kingdom even in the neighbouring ones would just tremble on the context of knowledge and etiquette before him. And this woman?
He wanted to see her,talk to her more. He would love to hear her nonsense in the name of sociology. He craved that rebel he saw in her eyes. He couldn’t refrain himself from writing to her.. He tried hard but failed.It had been a week since he was eagerly waiting for her reply. Every hour felt like-
"Scholar Jeon,this is for you" A guard stepped in and handed him an envelope. He told the guard to leave when he saw the name "ms y/n" written on it.
He couldn’t contempt himself anymore. He tore the envelope in the hall and started reading.
Dear Scholar Jeon,
I'm very much delighted to have your offer as an ordinary commoner from your society. It is however utterly surprising to me that the infamous Scholar Jeon Wonwoo lacks the basics of communication skills and etiquette pathetically. Inviting a young grown up bachelor woman for a private session seems inappropriate and unjustifiable to me unless you,yourself is an unstable person. I see our royal advisor as a pervert who brags philosophy and politics to woo multiple marriageable ladies than working for our highness. I may decline your inappropriate offer on the name of God but you, the royal advisor being a narcissist is the last thing a kingdom can want of. Hence,as a good citizen of this kingdom, I'm obliged to offer my help to you as you need to exercise morality foremost.
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This evening,5.
As you need a worthy and good guidance to exercise the basics of communication and morality, I accept your cordial offer cordially so that you can enlighten yourself of being a narcissist and a useless pervert in the context of a society.
Regards,
Y/N"
His face broke into smile despite reading all the curses against him. He was ready to see how far this philosophy discussion would lead him to. He was ready to dive in any aspects of this ocean of feelings.
"Time to go and make some toasts."
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Author note: This is my first svt piece! Wonwoo with spectacles is just so breath taking idk what more to say *giggles*. Anyway, this is not proofread so please bear with it. And also added some unrelated tags for better reach. Sorry! Loves❤️
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please do a part 2 of facetime!
reunited
mason mount x fem!reader
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warnings: smut, fluff
summary: Mason comes home and shows you just how much he missed you, pt1 of facetime
a/n: hiii!! so, i managed to write this with a small shred of motivation but i have been struggling with that atm so u might not see me for a while, but i promise i'll do my best to get back for u all. i love and appreciate every single one of you that reads my fics, likes reblogs them and follows me <33
part 1
masterlist
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You had been counting down the days, hours, minutes, seconds even until Mason got home and today was finally the day you'd get your boyfriend back home. After your rather intense phone call a few nights ago your need for Mason had grown to levels you didn't even realise were possible. You missed him dearly, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms, to tell him how much you loved him but the promise he'd made to you, telling you exactly what he was going to do had you soaked everytime you thought about it.
You sat on the sofa, one of Mason's hoodies being used to cover up your chelsea blue lingerie, one of Mason's favorites. You'd showered and got yourself ready as soon as you woke up, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.
"Y/N? I'm home." You practically ran to Mason, jumping up as his hands travelled to the backs of your bare thighs as yours went to the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him desperately. He pulled back first to get his breath "hi." He grinned and a blush decorated your cheeks from the way you practically attacked him. "Hi, I missed you." You jumped down, standing back on the floor as Mason's hands went straight to your waist. "I can tell." He teased. "Mhm, cause you didn't ring me up just cause u were horny did you?" You raised your eyebrows, poking his nose as his face flushed red. "Actually, I think you should carry out your promise Mase, remember all those things you said you were gonna do to me? How good you were gonna make me feel?" Your voice had turned to a whisper, hands travelling up his chest as you unzipped his hoodie. He kicked his shoes off as you removed his hoodie then his shirt, leaving him clad in just his jogging bottoms. "I promised I would didn't I? Got to show my girl just how much I missed her." Your hand traced the tattoo on his side before fiddling with the waistband on his calvins. "Come on." He whispered into your ear before lifting you up bridal style, elicting a loud laugh from you as he carried you up to your shared bedroom.
He placed you down onto the floor, removing his bottoms as you took off your hoodie so you were both left in your underwear. His eyes widened as he saw you clad in his favorite set. "Fuck. You put this on just for me?" His hands trailed down your sides, fiddling with the lace of your thong. You nodded at him, a light blush decorating your face. He tilted your chin to look at him as he leaned over you "Use your words darling." The way his entire demeanour flipped in an instant left goosebumps all over your body. "Yes, I put it on just for you Mase. Only you Mase." You whispered, your face burning.
He leaned down, catching your mouth in a passionate, needy kiss. His knee nudged you backwards, your calves hitting the end of the bed as you fell back, sitting patiently as Mason stared down at you. The way his eyes were a perfect mixture of love and lust drove you insane. His hands travelled to the clasp of your bra, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. He kissed your collarbones before placing featherlight kisses to your boobs. "Lie down for me sweetheart." You did as he asked, still unsure about what mood he was in. You couldn't quite workout if he was going to be more dominant or more loving, not really bothered with a dominant or submissive role.
He stood over you, eyes taking in the sight of your bare chest. "You're so fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I get to call you mine." He muttered as he kneeled down, pulling you by your ankles to the end of the bed, resting your thighs on his shoulders. His fingers trailed up your thighs, pulling down your thong. His finger trailed up your slit, "such a pretty pussy, hm?" shyness had completely taken over, feeling vulnerable despite all the times you and Mason had been in this exact position. "answer me darling, or I'll happily just get in a cold shower and leave you be." He was in an extremely teasing mood, making you scream internally. "Yes, all yours Mason. Please." You whimpered as his middle finger lazily rubbed at your clit. "Please what?" "Please, I need you." "Which part of me do you need love?" His tone slightly patronising. He was always going to give you what you wanted, he was desperate himself and pleasing you gave him immense pleasure. "Your mouth, please Mason" He smirked, knowing how much it annoyed you when he made you beg for him.
"Whatever you want princess." His hands rested on your thighs as he pressed a delicate kiss to your clit before catching it in his lips, sucking like his life depended on it. Your hands ran to his hair immediately, tugging on it as Mason held you down. With each tug he groaned against you, the vibrations driving you insane. He pulled off, smirking up at you as he effortlessly slid one of his fingers inside you. The loud moan you let out motivated him to add another, curling them both in a way that perfectly hit that spot deep inside you. He leaned back down, latching onto your clit as he moved his fingers effortlessly inside you. "Oh my god. Maze you feel so good" your back arched off the bed, the grip you had on his hair becoming borderline painful for Mason but he didn't dare complain, instead he revelled in the way he was making you feel.
Due to the duration of time you'd had to wait to be in this situation and the sheer talent that Mason had you were coming undone very quickly. Mason knew before you did, the way your moans gradually became higher pitched and more hoarse and the way you clenched around his fingers were telling signs. "You gonna cum for me beautiful?" You could only nod, feeling far too much pleasure to even attempt to string a sentence together. "Go on babygirl, let that pretty pussy cum all over my fingers sweetheart." His words had you like a waterfall and your eyes rolled impossibly far back in as your hips bucked up trying to get as much contact as possible. Your thighs shook violently as you moaned wildly, Mason's actions not halting once. It was only when you physically pulled him off you that he stopped, resting his head on your thigh as he watched you come down, smiling contently to himself with the knowledge he could make you feel so good with only his mouth and two fingers.
"You okay baby?" He asked, crawling back on top of you. "Yeah, that was incredible". A wide smirk grew on his face "you ready for another one." His hands trailing down your sides and you nodded. "That's my girl." He lined himself up with your entrance, locking his eyes with you and you nodded, knowing that was his silent confirmation that you definitely wanted him.
The sound you let out when he finally filled you up was nothing short of pornographic. "Mase, fuck you're so big" You whimpered, gripping onto his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "So good for me y/n. Always so fucking good" He moaned out, his gaze burning into yours as he aggressively pounded into you.
He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine but you soon realised what he was doing. He stood on the floor at the end of your bed, pulling you down by your ankles before sliding back into you as your eyes squeezed shut. The sounds of skin slapping drowned out both of your moans as he trailed his hand up to your cheek, catching a few stray tears with his thumb. "You're so pretty. Always so beautiful like this, letting me fuck you like this. Only ever me cause you're my beautiful girl" His words melted your heart, the contrast between his words and his actions driving you absolutely insane. When his hand travelled to grip your throat you thought you'd died and gone to heaven.
"Mase I'm so close" You whimpered, grabbing his arm with both hands so you had something to ease the intense orgasm you were about to experience. "I know baby me too, come on" His hips snapped forwards at a pace you didn't even know was possible, both of you moaning wildy.
Mason had to pull out almost immediately to stop his legs buckling, so he moved to lie down, gesturing for you to lie on top of him. "You okay? Not hurting or anything? I went a bit rougher than normal" He asked as he stroked your hair lazily. You shook your head "no, it was great. Missed you loads." "I missed you too baby. Come on, i'll go and run us a bath and we can have a proper catch up yeah?" You nodded against his chest, his thoughtfulness warming your heart. "Might have to carry me though, not sure I can walk" "I can live with that darling."
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