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rizsu · 5 months

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professional guide on how to boyfriend jujutsu kaisen ( men ).

⤹ list ﹢ gojō satoru, sukuna ryōmen, chōsō.

﹙ syn ﹚ having near-to-zero experience with serious romantic relationships, it's time to teach them how to romance. the journey won't be easy, but the results will hopefully be fruitful.

extra. songs: betcha (bbh), seven (jk), very nice (svt).

week one : how to flirt as if you were shakespeare. note. refrain from using big words because they sound ‘cool’.

GOJO SATORU — "you're hating on my vocabulary?"

slowly, but very surely, you can feel your stress-meter rise to its peak. if someone were to animate your current expression, there will be three veins protruding out on your forehead to show your stress. it's almost as if it's second-nature for satoru to be annoying. he isn't doing it on purpose, unfortunately, it's just the way he is.

i should've ignored his call, a voice in your head speaks, i really should've. you were enjoying your own presence, simply lazing around during your off-day when three rings disrupted the peace. groaning, you reluctantly picked it up.

"hello—"

"come to enha's bakery, PLEASE," satoru's rushed voice spoke, immediately ending the call after his request-demand.

annoyance dawned and slowly transitioned into confusion. first, he needs to fix his habit of cutting you off. second, with the tone of his voice, maybe you should go.

big mistake.

not only was he chewing your ears off with talking, he also ate half of your pastry. you weren't able to get a full sentence in, he just kept going. dressed in suit and tie, hair styled and gelled up, satoru looked handsomely professional. according to what you've gathered from his rambling, he's been set up with one of the higher ups' daughter for business purposes. he needs to woo her or he's gonna lose a significant amount of pay. the problem? well, his flirting skills aren't all that. his confidence can help him, but it'll only help for a fraction of the date.

"what's the issue? you're handsome," you started, sliding your pastry back to you. "you should be able to woo her with your face alone."

"you are not wrong—"

"i'm never wrong," you cut him off.

"let me speak. anyway, i was informed that she isn't one for looks alone. i don't care about her, but she's the daughter of some high fucker," his voice reeked of defeat.

you weren't well-knowledged in satoru's field of work, but you knew he had it against the "higher ups." well, you had no choice but to know. satoru often thought of you as someone he can be free with — so, in conclusion, you were the victim of his word-vomit moments.

the two of you fell silent, thinking about solutions to save satoru. eyeing the pastry, you pondered your brain. there has to be a way to help satoru. perhaps some walkie-talkies? no, those are too loud. follow him into the restaurant and monitor his behaviour? no, that's too much work. crash his date and ask him why he's cheating on you? no, that'll probably end in your death.

satoru himself is deep in thought, already annoyed at the date that's going to become the bane of his existence in eight hours from now. should he bring you with him? maybe, but you'll deny his offer. should he ask you to pretend to be his girlfriend? no, he'd rather ask without the "pretend."

oh he's fucked.

i'm so fucked.

"wait," you leaned into the table, sporting an expression that says 'i have an idea'.

"yes?" satoru mirrors you, eyes speaking 'tell me'.

"what if i teach you how to flirt? we should have enough time to teach you how to boyfriend, right?" your idea was good. it turned the gears in both minds.

satoru opens his mouth but presses it into a thin line. there's an obstacle in the way of making this idea perfect.

"sounds good but.. the date's... tonight."

"you are fucked."

he nods at your response, feeling the salt rubbing in his wound. i guess i should just—

"but, if we go now we'll have enough time. it's 11AM, we can do it," you tapped your index finger twice on your phone's screen, showing satoru the time. if you move now, success is evident.

"let's go then," agreeing, he stands up, stuffing his car keys into his pocket and opening his wallet.

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you've run out of pillows and whiteboard markers. the last two hours were spent either scribbling nonsense on a mini-whiteboard or throwing objects at satoru. the teaching isn't working. every lesson you've gone through ended in satoru's failure. is it on purpose? you hope it isn't.

"satoru, for the last time, that does not sound like a real word!" your hand slapped the table, physically showing your frustration.

groaning, satoru throws his head back, "you said use poetic words!"

"what part of scrumdiddlyumptious sounds poetic to you?!" you deadpanned at him.

he slouches further down the couch, grabbing his phone to search the word on google. it took him only one minute to find the word and its definition. raising up from slouching, he leans over the coffee table, stretching an arm out to show you the word.

"scrumdiddlyumptious — adjective · informal 1. (of food) extremely tasty; delicious. 2. (of a person) very attractive."

reluctant to admit defeat, you weaponized the word being informal against him, "it's not formal! you will not use it."

satoru's high of being right dies down immediately. his mouth twitches, eyes looking at you with disbelief.

"babe, you cannot be serious right now."

"babe, i am so serious right now," you mocked him, not thinking too deep into his nickname. there's no meaning behind it anyway. you, too, use babe as platonic name.

eventually, satoru tuned out your voice. he returned back to his previous slouching position, staring at you blankly as your words go in one ear and out the other.

it didn't take long for you to notice his dejected aura. does he hate it that much? you wondered, feeling a slight pity for him.

"don't worry, satoru. it's just one date."

"i will be worrying," satoru counters you, already sour at the date-to-come.

if he were to be honest, the date isn't the problem, nor is the flirting. he believes his flirting skills to be at a decent level. he also doesn't mind spending money on others. it's just that he doesn't want to entertain her. maybe, just maybe, if it were you, he'd be more excited.

you didn't say anything after him, only shooting him an annoying smile. seriously, you don't know what's worrying him. he's basically every girl's eye candy — not to mention, he looks so much like a boyfriend right now. that doesn't make a lot of sense, but if others can see what you're seeing, they'll understand. his white fitted tee accentuates his upper body's muscles, the black sweatpants do its job, his hair that's still styled, and the silver wristwatch on his hand. simple, yet sexy.

SUKUNA RYOMEN — "i'm too old for this shit."

sukuna, your sweet sukuna. your sukuna who's most likely weighing out which option is the better one to shut you up. he doesn't know why he agreed to listen to your rambles at midnight, but he's too far in to call it quitsies.

according to what you told him, you gained the idea of teaching him how to update his romance. it all came crashing to you when you were in the third-quarter of an episode of some random dating show. you blanked out most of the episode, not paying attention as the main objective of watching it was to not stare into nothing while eating.

the show itself didn't interest you, but the concept did. the participants were blindfolded, being told to use their judgement of character to choose their date. they'd have to rely on their personalities and voices to attract someone — a pretty neat idea. looks aren't everything. unfortunately, they might just be for sukuna if he doesn't work on his attitude.

often does sukuna act like he's a fifty-five-years-old office worker named penelope in the management department: old, easily annoyed, and always has something to complain about. you're probably the only human on earth who can handle sukuna for more than a day. of course, this is due to you being similar to him — if not then exactly like him. your attitudes fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces.

sukuna's hands are clasped together behind his head, one leg raised on the bed, and torso out in the open for everyone to view. he's actively listening to you, giving his judgement here and there.

you're sitting with your legs criss-crossed, a pillow in the middle of your thighs, and hands speaking their own language. the habit of using your hands expressively when talking will never leave you.

"...so, if you were to find a girl, you neeed to be kind! no one likes a man with a stick up his ass," you warned sukuna, moving your index finger side-to-side.

"you do," sukuna says, raising an eyebrow at you.

unfortunately, he left you speechless — but not for long! you soon regained your speaking skills after realizing you don't have a good comeback.

coughing two times, you started your lesson again, "anyyyway, always tell her she's beautiful, gorgeous, breathless, or whatever. everyone loves a little compliment about their appearance!"

almost as if it's an automatic setting, sukuna replies, "what if she's facially challenged?"

"OH—" your jaw dropped. "sukuna, you can't just say that!"

he re-positions himself, this time laying on his side with his arm supporting his head.

"if someone's visually impaired i'm telling them."

you sighed, feeling disappointed at his brutual honesty, "what do you even mean by visually impaired?"

"they're ugly," he shrugs.

his tone isn't serious, implying that he's joking but you know he isn't. sukuna's a man of his word; the truth is what leaves his mouth every time. you shouldn't worry — you really, really shouldn't, but what if that's what he thinks about you? are you facially challenged in his eyes? you've gone silent, allowing yourself to drown in the thoughts.

sukuna notices your silence, sighs, and jabs your side with his foot.

"if you're thinking that i believe you're ugly, then stop," he begins, continuing the foot-jabbing-at-your-side-movement when you don't respond. "you're beautiful, believe me. you know i don't lie."

that catches your attention. you feel a sudden heat creeping up the back of your neck. keeping your voice low, you questioned him, still unsure of whether he's being truthful or not, "are you lying?"

"i swear," his voice is firm, reaching his free hand out to your thigh. physical contact to him is very important!

you return to the silence, only this time you lock your eyes in sukuna's. it's up to you to believe whether he's lying or not, and honestly, you don't care. you know he never lies, and you rather enjoy your fantasy instead of the harsh reality ( if he's truly lying ).

CHOSO — "man, fuck all that."

throughout your entire life you never expected to meet someone like choso. he is, in your words, a bitch boy. acts like a bitch, very expressive with his facial expressions, sarcastic, a male, and the worst of all, a little thief.

you humbly thought baking with choso would've been a good idea for celebrating the end of your finals. oh you were so wrong. he's messy, ate half the chocolate chips, and has been stealing spoons of cookie batter. when you confronted him, he simply said, "we can always make more," and shrugged. the audacity!

there's only so much choso someone can handle before they explode.

"you dumb fuck, how can you get a wife with this behaviour?!" you scolded, slapping his hand away from the freshly baked batch of cookies with a whisk.

he immediately retreats his hand, looking at you with an expression that says 'have you gone insane?'

"don't look at me like that," you warned, raising an eyebrow at his very well-hidden annoyance at you.

choso rolls his eyes, this time reaching the uninjured hand for the sprinkles. he sneakily slides the packet to him, intensely watching you to make sure you don't happen to see him committing such a crime. mouthing a little "yes!" at his victory, he empties half the sprinkles in his hand and throws it into his mouth.

"an’ wha’ if i ‘on't care about a wife," his words are muffled due to his mouth being filled with the sprinkles. he tries his best to hide the crunch sound, lowering his head each time he needs to crunch on some.

your back's still turned to him, simply too busy with monitoring sugar-soon-to-be-caramel on the stove.

"you're gonna have to care soon. you don't wanna die alone!" you nagged, making a point to him.

his right eyebrow raises at your words, lips ready to move at your hypocrisy, "you yourself said you don't want a partner!"

"at this point," you stopped, turning around to face choso. "i'm gonna have to teach you how to be a romantic young man."

"what are you implying...?"

"it's time for dating lessons."

"no, thank you."

unfortunately, choso has no say in this household. he had to listen. you sat him down on the chair, making sure he focuses with all his attention and doesn't steal any of the desserts. believe choso when he said he tried to take you seriously. he really did, but your messy apron along with vigorously hand-mixing batter with a serious expression as you talked his ear off caught him off-guard.

"sometimes you even have to get on your knees, choso! i'm telling you."

"i'm not doing all of that," he disagrees.

"oh, trust me. when you're in love you will," you spoke, resting the hand-mixer down to draw an invisible heart in the air.

he doesn't give you a verbal response. instead, he squints his eyes at you. when one's gone, another is born. when one stress is gone, another is born ( your nagging ). he doesn't like it one bit, but at least it's coming from you. he'd rather have you down his ears — whether it's by using your vocals or channeling your inner mother and scolding him.

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna fluff #choso x reader #choso fluff #choso x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x you #sukuna x you #jjk x fem!reader

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lafox · 1 year

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Luis Sera Headcanon [Collab] SFW/NSFW

Author note: hi everyone. I know it has been Ages but im back with a little gift for all of you and i collab with @sattiene my beloved <3 thank you so much for her input and help because it really helped me out get back in the mix of things. i really missed writing HC for characters soooooo ! My ask are now open! YEY!

anyways i'll let you enjoy this Hc!:

SFW HC:

Meeting you for the first time in the events of the Las Plagas incident, the first thing he says to you is:

"I just have one important question. Do you have a smoke?"

Manipulation through his puppy eyes.

“Oye, Senorita. Mind a smoke?” *insta puppy eyes*

Probably ‘almost’ fluent in French and would brag about it to you only (hmmm wonder why)

Grows every so fond of you when you laugh off his flirting towards you.

But what made him fall in love even more was when you suddenly started to flirt back.

He stutters, is flustered but quickly come back with another flirt (it's a war now)

One time, he was playing around with his lighter while walking, to which you added a remark:

“Hm.. Does this skill also apply in the bedroom?” You smirked.

The man was shooken (idk this isn't a word) and closed his lighter shut.

He shook his head and chuckled,

“There is only one way to find out, ay?” He said looking back at you.

Oh boy…

He tries to lighten up the mood as Leon isn’t much of a jokester.

And when you laugh at his jokes and Leon doesn't, he points it out:

“Ay, see Y/N likes my jokes.”

If you are imprisoned, you bet your ass Luis is gonna be your knight in shining armor.

You’ll scream to whoever, to get you out when it’s Luis that peaks his head and saves you his only comment will be:

“Oh so that's what you sound like, hm?”

Alternatively : You are captured and tied up unconscious. He is at your rescue once more and sees you tied up. He would whistle and look away for a minute, putting his fist close to his mouth before snapping out of it and helping you out.

When you wake you bet your ass he will hit you with the oldest pick up line to this day like:

"Oh chica. I've been told I look heavenly, but you're not in heaven yet."

Is it raining? No problem Luis is to the rescue:

“Where are my manners?” He says as he takes off his jacket and hovers it on top of your head.

Oh shit! A flight hatchet coming your way! But don't worry, again, Luis is at the rescue,

Hugging you as he pushes both of you away and falls down.

Well now it's an awkward situation as you are now on top of him. You lift yourself to meet with Luis’ face closer than expected.

Of course he shots a flirtatious grin accompanied with his eyebrows raising up.

What he would do to get your attention or to be close to you i swear…

He is down bad for you that's for sure.

It's impressive when you see Leon in action, a break at the shooting range is always a great pause for everyone, which helps make Luis and you grow closer.

But the music made your feet tap to the beat and that, Luis noticed.

He gently grabbed your hand, waiting a few seconds to know if he was denied and when you didn’t reject his advance, dragged you to dance.

You giggled, you weren’t much of a dancer but the beat was so good and the moment was so right, it made you become one.

That was when you were charmed by him.

When you get separated, Luis will call you on the radio any chance he gets.

“Hola. Aaah I'm glad you picked up princesa. I’m at the ballroom, come over. We can continue our little dance. Don’t be late to the party!”

When you are a bit more separate from Leon and Ashley, you call Luis and you guys chat

“How's your search? Are you okay so far?” you asked. “Always so worried for me, lindura~” “I miss you too don’t worry” He adds.

He would scare you by hugging you from behind

Which ultimately ends in you pointing your gun at him

"Whoa whoa, cariño. chill. it's just me, your loverboy."

Would take pictures of you on his flip phone but the pictures are some of the worst moments of you looking surprised, zoning out, or sweaty with dirt on your face cause you were almost killed by a villager.

You ask him to delete it but nah this man puts it as his wallpaper and keeps it forever.

If you are infected with las Plagas, he becomes serious

Will still be flirtatious to calm his own anxiety

At the operation table, will hold your hand while killing the plaga

Would turn his head away as it is agony for him to hear you scream in pain

"I know, I know bebe. I'm here. shhh, shh,"

Let a tear fall and wipes it after the operation finish

Man, he thought he lost you!

But enough heart breaks!

The man is clingy! He loves you so much he always want you close

For example; you want to make breakfast for the both of you in the morning but no no no you are not escaping with his arms wrapped around your waist

"Nooooo, mi amor, stay," He whines in his morning voice.

Will be hugging you from behind while you cook breakfast.

You can feel his stubble tickling your neck

Everything is perfect.

The embodiment of chivalry

Opens doors for you, pushes your seat for you allllll the time.

NSFW HC

He is loud and not scared to be

Moan, groans, whimpers, yeah you are getting the whole service.

Service top/ dom

Mutters some Spanish when he is really really into it.

His foreplay is insane the man is a teaser;

Hand on your thigh just slowly but surely making his way through your core as he kisses your neck and tells you sweet nothing. (how could it not melt to that!)

You are always his top priority

Can go on for hour for your pleasure only (pls don’t make him pass out i beg you)

Cracks jokes if you are anxious, just to see you smile and relax, that’s already a win for him.

Mf does the petal of roses on the bed thingy on the special occasion (with scented candles ofc!)

Nice dinners and dancing before a night of love.

Sex isn't a shameful topic to him and will tease about it.

If you tease him back about his performance he will backfire at you, its constant banter!

Weakness for lace in lingerie: He would fall weak if he slowly discovered you are wearing a set of lingerie while he takes off your clothes

“You wore this for me cariño.” and also will have his puppy eyes activated.

Would brag about you all the time and show that you are his girl as he marks you

He loves when you mark him, telling him you are his and that he is yours.

Covered with your lipstick is so hot to him, shows how much you love him.

Takes pictures of all the above

His biggest turn on? When you ride him.

Holy fuck does he love it so much, just digging his hands on your thighs and trusting at the same beat as your riding makes him melt.

You taste heavenly to him and he loves to eat you out

Face riding? Yes please!

Makes him so horny you bet that shit makes him precum.

Type of guy to continue slowly thrusting in when done cause God Damn you feel good, he doesn’t want it to end!

Not into the harcord stuff like BDSM and such but would be willing to try for you

“So you’re into that stuff ay..”

His favorite positions are any where he can see your beautiful face

He will never call you names like ‘slut’ and stuff “that's not a gentlemen’s ways”

You tried your best to please him first but Luis can’t hear any of that: “Ladies first” kinda treatment

“Why don’t we switch it up tonight, let me start with you~” you said as you pressed your fingertips on his pecks, going ever so slowly down.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You know my policy mi amor” He takes your hand to wrap in around his neck as he positions you on your back while kissing you

I mean, you can’t resist him.

First time he makes you squirt, the man will be so proud of himself

Will use that fact against you in arguments: “didn’t you gush all over me last night?? yeah that’s what i thought.”

With a smug ofc

Tell you how beautiful you are especially while making you cum

Best aftercare, hugs, kisses, shower, and caresses.

The man Orders you to stay put when he cleans up, its “his mess not yours”

#luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #luis sera x you #resident evil x you #re4 #re4r #headcanon #luis sera headcanon

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in-halingstardust · 11 months

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Feral

A/N: LISTEN if the people of Xianzhou all have animal like characteristics, that means Jing Yuan...hehehehhe. I MIGHT do a pt.2 depending on my mood lolll Tags: !mdni, rough sex, feral sex, subtle or not subtle flirting, one night stand. NOT PROOFREAD, meaning I will be editing later in the week but 3am thoughts go hard

Jing Yuan is more than meets the eye.

He was soft spoken with an undertone of authority hidden between soft smiles as he instructed Yanqing in the garden. You see daily, or at least as frequent Yanqing's lessons were, as you balanced a tray of snacks and tea placing it off to the side for their break. You groan. It was difficult to balance with how sore you were feeling. Jing Yuan, you found out, is also feral in bed.

Not that he pay attention to you after just one night.

"It's nice to see you today."

You gasp as the general himself stands about five feet away from you put together like the general he is. Nothing looks out of place until your eyes meet his and they slowly trail down to his jaw line. His barely exposed neck peaking out of his collar and you can clearly see the bruises you left on him last night. Your mind is clearer today and your embarrassed with how pale the marks you left on him are compared to the marks he left on your body.

Your face flushes into a bright red, you had the decency to cover up any semblance of that night by wearing a light bronzer that muted the angry red and blues scattered across your neck and chest. The marks on your thighs where he gripped to 'open you wider' were still a healing purple. Not to mention the multiple bites littered across your back.

Scratch that. It was a miracle you were still walking today.

You gulp, as you can feel your heart ready to beat out of your chest, the tray clinks against wood as you try to speak but he was already right there next to you.

His palm moves the strand of hair away from your face with such gentle care compared to how feroucious he was last night. He rubs a calloused thumb against you temple, his supple lips frowning as he steadies your shaky hands clasped against his.

The low baritone of his voice slips through his lips, "It doesn't seem as you were running a fever," he purses his lips as if in thought as he comes in closer and you let out a squeak, his voice caught by your ear in a soft whisper, his tone ending with a tinge of amusement "Was I too rough last night?"

Of course he was, but you loved every moment. Not that you admit it. You were to embarrassed how many times you screamed his name as he ate you out.

The way he had your face pushed down into the pillows ass up in the air as his gripped your waist like a lifeline, pounding to reach every part of you. If your arms would give out he would support you against himself. Your back curling against his chest as he press his hand on your hip making sure you wouldn't jerk after the countless mind bending orgasms that led you close to a spiral of overstimulation. His hand reaching across to grip your chin making you twist your head towards him as he kisses you beyond breath.

You remember this all too clearly and you break away from his hand looking towards anything that doesn't remind you of the man who fucked you so well until you couldn't even remember your own name.

"I'm- I'm fine!" You breathe in and out, feeling the red fade into a pink cherry instead, "You're just a little close that's all."

You peak out of the corner of your eye and you see the face of a man that reads, 'Were we not close last night?'

And you should be applauded for your people reading skills because Jin Yuan places a hand across his mouth the same way he does when thinking about the next move on the chess boards and simply mutters, "I thought we enjoyed making lo-"

You dart out- delicate hands covering his mouth before Jing Yuan could finish the sentence. You peak behind his frame and you still see Yanqing dedicated to swinging his sword.

You pout as you see amused eyes from underneath his bangs conveying all meaning, you frown. He is so sly.

A whisper well more of an sheepish mumble, "I did enjoy last night but," a little more confidence goes through your voice, "its a little much to hear you say it- if you know what I mean?"

He looks amused, as if the person in front of him was not gasping between his hands last night, he slides your hands away from his mouth grasping them again, "Then, how about another round tonight?" And he knows exactly the hold he has on you because he kissed the inside of your wrist his eyes peering up towards yours

"I'll be more gentle this time. I promise."

#hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #hsr smut #jing yuan smut #honkai star rail smut #listen I love him and the way he smiles makes me kick my feet and giggle like a schoolgirl in love #jing yuan

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sapphicvqmpires · 1 year

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ all eyes on you

Pairing - shuri x black fem!reader

Word Count - 8.6k

Contains - smut (18+), dom!shuri, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, choking/breathplay, overstimulation, voyeurism, dacryphilia (kind of), strap-on, semi-public sex, swearing, kinda mean!shuri, tad bit of angst

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Three and a half weeks had gone by, each second brang an agonizing twist in your stomach as you fought the urge to run back to Shuri. Truthfully, you were surprised you held on this long, you were doing so well. You did a few boxing lessons with a new coach, and she was good enough to get the training done; but everyday you boxed opponents that lived in your head, forcing punches in the ring that surrounded your mind. And it was that day, the day that curiosity got the best of you, emerging victorious in the hidden match that tugged at your brain as you found yourself back where you started

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @heejayy @shurismainbxtch @shurislover @shuriszn @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther @gardenof-venus @vys-intentions @tiii-iiiiii @venusdusse @verachii @thelibravenus @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @prettymrswright @tishsrealwife (comment if you wanna be tagged in future fics, 18+ please)

Writers Note: in honour of Tish announcing that’s she’s gonna be playing a boxer, here’s some good shit for y’all!! Love youuusss. Hope you enjoy!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ As the bell rings, Shuri immediately takes a defensive stance, guarding her face with her gloves. Her opponent comes at her with a flurry of punches, but Shuri is too quick for her. She ducks and weaves, slipping punches with ease. In a sudden move, Shuri lands a powerful left hook that sends her opponent reeling. The crowd erupts in applause as Shuri continues to dominate the fight. Her movements are fluid and graceful, yet powerful and precise. She is in complete control of the ring, and her opponent is no match for her. The crowd surrounding you roared as Shuri blew unstoppable punches, knocking her opponent out as she reveled in the sound of her boxing name falling off hundreds of tongues.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

She was a skilled fighter, with lightning-fast reflexes that always knew how to bring life to the crowd. Shuri was also a strategic thinker, always looking for ways to outsmart her opponents and stay ahead of the game. You were one of the few people who got lucky enough to have her as a boxing coach, and this was the first time she invited you to come to one of her matches. The sight of her was addicting. The way she basked in the praise being given to her as the sweat poured off her inked body, it made your feelings for her magnify in ways you hadn’t planned for tonight. Seeing her as an active participant in the ring opened your mind to new possibilities. The way her skin hugged every muscular contour, the way her sweat shimmered against her dark skin, the way she smirked in her victory as blood poured down her face, spitting it out as she continued to linger in her praise; your mind wandered to fantasies you shouldn’t be having. Her physique was lean and muscular, her arms toned, and her core was defined to perfection; all a result from years of rigorous training and conditioning. You couldn’t help but get lost in her build and the way her sweat gleamed against it, she was annoyingly attractive and it didn’t help that she was an obvious flirt and damn good at it.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

The crowd continued to chant for Shuri and you joined in their celebration by smiling uncontrollably as she winked at you from the ring. Her mouthguard came to play, gripping them through her pearly teeth and the sight alone almost made you crumble. Shuri was becoming bigger, more known in the boxing world. She was climbing her way up, and although you were undeniably happy for her, it was not your desire to be dragged into the spotlight because of her fame. Yes, you were grateful for this opportunity to have her as your boxing coach, but you were a simple girl. You loved boxing as a form of exercise, expression, and movement; Shuri loved boxing for all these reasons too, but to see her bask in the praise being given to her, you knew she loved it all. It wasn’t a bad thing, it just wasn’t your thing.

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“Did you enjoy it?”

“Hmm?”

“The match, baby…did you enjoy it? It wasn’t too much? The lights, the loud crowd…the blood? You’re ok?”

You hesitated, uncertain about how to respond to her question because, truth be told, you found yourself relishing it more than you should have.

“Yeah, I enjoyed it.”

Shuri smiled, her gaze focused on the road ahead as she drove you home.

“You sure? I didn’t see you yelling my name like the rest of the crowd,” she playfully teases, a crooked smile painting her face that tickled your stomach.

“I was just basking it all in, is all. You did amazing out there, Shuri. Like insanely good.”

Shuri smiled once more, clearly flattered by your words.

The rest of the ride home was filled with nothing new. Shuri used her eyes and nonverbal cues, skillfully enticing you with a seductive allure that permeated her every word and gesture. It was clear that she was well aware of her effect on you, and her strategies were undeniably effective.

She pulled up to your condo, putting the car in park as she turned her body to face you. Her face was perfect, even after the cuts and bruises that stained her facial facade, her lips swollen from taking blows, her beauty remained untouched. And when that radiant smile graced her face, it sent your heart racing in an instant.

“You coming to practice on Thursday?”

“I’ll be there.”

You weren’t sure if you were going to be there.

“Good. Just making sure this match didn’t scare you away from boxing.”

A fleeting silence hung in the air, your mind filled with a whirlwind of overwhelming thoughts you had no desire to hold in anymore and it was written all over your face.

“Why do you train me alone? Away from all your other students…why do I get trained alone?,” you abruptly ask, immediately shifting the tone that’s been set.

Shuri’s face is covered in confusion. “Y/n, I already told you. I see a certain potential in you I don’t see in others. You have skill…real skill that deserves extra attention. Didn’t I already tell you this?”

“Yeah, I guess you did.”

Shuri's index finger glides across your face, tracing a gentle path against your skin while you reluctantly succumb to her touch. She possessed a profound understanding of how to provoke a reaction from you, both inside and outside of your boxing sessions.

“I also think the prettiest girls deserve more attention,” she adds, her voice flowing with a seamless alluring quality. You let out a pitiful smile, one that leads Shuri to believe she can push the boundaries even further. “We can take it to your room, pretty. What do you say?”

She was unbelievably enticing, almost impossible to deny because you almost straddled her at that very moment and shoved your tongue down her throat. Your pussy throbbed at her words, her gentle touch made you leak. You discreetly squeezed your thighs together, silently hoping that she wouldn't notice the desperate act, but she did.

“What’s wrong?,” she laughed. “I can be gentle if you need me to.”

You swear you almost let out a moan right there, but you swallowed it, refusing to give her the satisfaction of the power she most definitely had over you. You permitted yourself to savor the delicate caress of her touch for a brief while before opting to stand your ground.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Shuri.”

She smiled, kindly pulling herself back into driving position before starting her car. “I’ll see you on Thursday, y/n.”

After reciprocating her smile, you departed from her vehicle, carrying an intense turmoil deep within your gut. The sensation of unease brought forward a sense of guilt, because you wanted to explain to Shuri that you needed a new coach for the sake of your own well-being. Your need to stay focused barely outweighed the fact that Shuri was an extraordinary trainer, surpassing your wildest expectations that you’ll forever be grateful for; but she also served as a captivating distraction and this realization solidified your decision to part ways.

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Shuri walked around you, analyzing your stance and body position as you threw blows to the punching bag. She spoke in a calm, authoritative voice, guiding you through each movement. The sound of your gloves hitting the punching bag echoed through the empty gym, as Shuri encourages you to hit faster and harder. You’re sweating, and Shuri’s slight menacing stare was starting to make you nervous. This mentorship was normal, but after her touch from a couple nights ago, her gaze was making you tense, resulting in you being unable to perform to the best of your abilities. Shuri noticed this.

“Keep your guard up, y/n,” Shuri instructs. “And keep your feet moving. You’re doing so well, don’t forget what I taught you.”

You nod, trying to comply with her instructions, but your body becomes enticed by the way she looms over you. You could swear her eyes began to wander to places they shouldn't be, causing your breath to catch in your chest. You throw in some more punches, eager to impress Shuri.

“Again,” Shuri demands, her voice stern. “Put some more power in it this time.”

With a deep inhale, you gather yourself before proceeding to unleash your punches, envisioning counterattacks being thrown in response. Your body moves with fluidity, effortlessly positioning itself to facilitate powerful arm movements. As you throw your punches, your box braids gracefully sway in sync with the rhythm of your body. The sweat trickled down your face as you grew confident in your quick reflexes and the proud smile that drew across Shuri’s face, but that confidence quickly diminished as you felt rough hands clutch your hips. Shuri positioned you, pressing her chest against your back and you almost went limp.

“You’re so close, baby, just position yourself a little more like this, yeah?” She exerted firm pressure on your hips, forcefully maneuvering your body to adhere to her commands. Her hand started a deliberate descent down your body, burying her face into your neck while your chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Her touch pressed firmly against the sensitive area just before your pussy, causing your breathing to intensify even further, your knees unintentionally buckling up. “Just relax, y/n. Wanna know how to throw the perfect punch? You have to relax your body.”

“Shuri,” you lightly moan, and you feel her smirk against the skin on your neck. She lets you go, granting you the necessary space you need to proceed. A sense of embarrassment washes over you as you realize she was testing you, assessing to see how easy it would be to get you to comply to her and you were no challenge at all.

“You keep practicing your positioning, I’m gonna go take a quick shower, ok? I’ll be in the locker room if you need anything. Keep it moving, I wanna see you perfect this by the time I’m out.”

You nod.

The gym goes quiet, with nothing but the sound of your fists hitting the vinyl material in front of you. You knew today had to be the day; the day you would admit to Shuri that you needed to find a new coach for your own betterment. You would tell her that you appreciated her hard work and all the dedication she put into making you a better boxer, but then admit that you had to find someone new. Someone that would teach you the work without giving you the distraction.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, Shuri appeared from the locker room. She was wearing baggy shorts that extended slightly above her knees, revealing glimpses of her Nike boxers peeking out from the waistband. Her matching Nike sports bra accentuated her well-defined physique, showcasing her sturdy arms. Intricate ink covered her skin, with tattoos adorning both arms, extending upwards toward her neck. Additionally, symmetric tattoos trailed both sides of her torso, mirroring each other in captivating patterns. A white towel was draped casually around her neck and shoulders, while her flawless curls glistened with dampness from the shower water and you could not ignore how mouth-watering good she looked. Oh, how you just wanted to…

“Y/n? You down?,” she repeated, her voice abruptly interrupting thoughts that had no business taking up space in your already stressed mind.

“Hmm?”

She chuckled. “I was asking if you wanted to come to my next match. You know…since you enjoyed the first one so much,” she asked with a flirt. Of course you wanted to go to her next match; cheer her on as you relished in her attractiveness, how good she looked in the ring as she basked in the crowd's praise. But you knew better. Going to see her a second time would only make it harder for you to stand firm in your decision.

“Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah? What was that?”

You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as the words hesitated to escape your lips.

“So…I was thinking…”

Shuri raised an eyebrow. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinkingggg…”

“Fuck y/n, just spill it out.”

You sighed, frightened of the response she would give you. “I think I need a new boxing coach…”

“What?” Her face went stiff, confusion written all over it and rightfully so. You lightly tossed your gloves to the side, massaging your sore knuckles as you made your way towards her.

“Look Shuri…you’ve been a great coach. It’s obviously a once in a lifetime opportunity to train with someone as gifted as you but…”

“But?”

You pondered, questioning yourself on how you should proceed to complete your sentence; whether you should tell her the complete truth or give her a fragment of what needed to be said. You settled for the safer option.

“I just don’t want to get in the way of your career…you got a lot going on for you, I wouldn’t wanna slow your ass down.”

She momentarily paused, tugging on the ends of the towel that wrapped around her shoulder. She tilted her head back lightly, a playful grin emerged on her face as she chuckled softly.

“So what’s the real reason, y/n?,” she laughed.

“I’m not playing Shuri.”

“I’m not playing with your ass either, y/n.”

“Shuri, let’s be for real for a second. Your name is climbing up there. I’m not tryna get sucked into all that. I need a new coach, that’s it. Now stop being nosey and hop off my ass.”

A profound silence permeated the gym, enveloping the space as Shuri stood still, deep in contemplation of the words you had spoken. You remained motionless, unable to do anything but wait anxiously for her response, feeling light-headed in your anticipation

“Anyway, your dramatic ass can hop in the shower. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Shuri—“

She plopped her earphones in, purposely making a statement that she did not want to hear you any longer. You rolled your eyes, defeated by her arrogance and her inability to understand your dilemma and you let yourself be defeated, for now, because Shuri did not train a quitter.

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You indulged in a refreshing, cool shower, allowing the water to soothe you weary body, intentionally prolonging your stay to avoid Shuri and her antics. You didn’t want to hear from her anymore.

You stepped out of the shower, efficiently drying yourself off as you lathered your brown skin in your favorite body lotion. You slipped on a pair of black leggings, one that accentuated your toned ass and you couldn’t help but appreciate yourself in the mirror before putting on your gray hoodie. You gathered your things, preparing to give Shuri your final words of gratitude but Shuri, however, had a different agenda in store.

“Oh shit…you scared me,” you say, startled by her presence you didn’t expect to see so soon.

She was leaning her body against the red lockers that encircled the room, her hair still slightly damp from her earlier shower. You swallowed harshly at the sight, almost intimidated by her demeanour that seemed to surpass any power she had over you, even as your coach. She gracefully lifted herself off the lockers with a push of her upper body, making her way towards you; the sight causing a flutter of unease to stir in your stomach.

“Shuri, please…I’m not play-”

“Sshhhh,” she whispered, her body wavered over yours. She was fairly taller than you were, and her assertive presence only added to her height, making it seem like she towered over you. In a gentle, almost affectionate manner, she pushed your body against the wall, causing you to drop your bag to the floor in surprise. Her unexpected action caught you off guard, yet she effortlessly made it feel as if this was a familiar part of your routine, weaving seamlessly into the fabric of your interactions. Her eyes remained on yours, making sure you were okay with this, hungry for it as much as she was.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you?,” her voice was modulated, a pleasant sound that began to pierce through your skin. You said nothing, unable to bring words together to form a rational sentence. “You’re scared of the way I make you feel.”

“Shuri…”

“Ssshhh, baby. Just…please.” She inhaled deeply, practicing self-control as your eyes provoked her. Her lips lingered right above yours and you took no time to close the gap, catching you both off guard as your lips collided. She effortlessly complied, her hands gripping your hips as she started to place slow, deliberate kisses along your neck. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you instinctively grasped her curls, guiding her to that exquisite sweet spot that elicited a moan from deep within you; an unexpected sound that flushed you with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

“Do that again.”

“Mmm.”

“Yeah…yeah I like that.” Her palm begins to trace down your torso, her lips still plunging kisses into your neck. She paused just above your pussy, making your grasp on her curls tighten. She took her lips off your neck, coming back to face eyes that drowned in a pathetic sense of desperation. You were frantic, needy for her touch and Shuri grew smug at the sight of you.

“May I?”

You nodded so quickly, ashamed of how easy and open you were for her. Shuri smirked, proud of the hold she had on you. She slipped her fingers under your leggings, coming head on with the mess she created in between your thighs. You unintentionally bucked your hips forward in dire need, causing her fingers to graze your clit over the material of your panties and you gasped at the feel of it. Once again, Shuri smiled and did not hesitate to begin playing with your agonized, wet cunt.

“Oh my god Shuri.”

She ignored you, slipping her fingers up and down your slit, your clit nerves pounding underneath her mocking touch. Your knees weakened, struggling to maintain your balance as her gentle touch rendered your body delicate and vulnerable. The pleasure coursing through you compelled your face to surrender, submitting to the waves of ecstasy coursing through your pussy. Shuri teased your hole, slipping the tip of two fingers inside, making sure you were ok to proceed and you nodded hectically. She dipped her fingers into you, her eyebrows creased together at the feel of your fleshy walls. You were snug, your pussy promptly clenched around her, aching to keep her in there.

“Damn, y/n. You’re tight, huh?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“How does that feel, baby?”

As you parted your lips to respond, an involuntary, feeble moan slipped from your throat before any words could form. Tears welled up in your eyes as she intensified her movements, causing your lashes to glisten with the arousal emanating from the fiery friction between your thighs. Shuri's dissatisfaction was evident; she wanted to hear you, hear it come from your mouth on how good she felt inside you. She gently grabbed your throat, applying just enough pressure that compelled you to surrender completely.

“It feels good, Shuri. I…fuck.”

She curled her fingers, angling them perfectly to hit the spot you needed most.

“Right there?”

“Yeah.”

She thrashed into your delicate spot a few more times before removing her fingers completely, cleaning your pleasure off her fingers with the swish of her tongue. You whimpered in a pitiful manner, your eyes producing tears for how much you needed her.

“Why’d you stop?,” you pouted.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“But..please…please Shuri.”

Once again, she seized hold of your throat, drawing your face nearer to hers as fervent moan escaped your lips.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You shut your eyes, completely under her control as she watched the way you yearned for her.

“I don’t want you with anyone else.”

She let go of her grasp on your throat, bringing you back onto the wall behind you. Shuri dropped to her knees, removing your leggings and panties completely and you winced at the cool air that grazed your exposed lower body. Shuri lifted one of your legs over her shoulder, leaving you open to her devour, and you were incapable of doing anything in the matter. She wasted no time, taking your sensitive clit into her mouth forcing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yeah, right there. Just right there. Don’t stop.”

She felt euphoric, the way her tongue swirled around you made your heap of nerves pulsate heavily, sending waves of pleasure throughout your pussy.

“I’m so close, Shuri. Fuck. YEAH.”

She removed her tongue, coming back up to face you as she proceeded to push her fingers into you. She pumped hard, leaving no room to take it easy on you. You mirror her movements, riding her as you feel that warm, tingling feeling coursing through your pussy walls.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well don’t.”

You moaned pitifully, holding your orgasm as Shuri dragged her fingers in and out of you. Every push became more painful as you struggled to delay your release. It was a mixture of torment and thrill as she edged your throbbing pussy. She could tell you could not take it anymore, your orgasm was just above her reach and she pulled out immediately, giving you nothing but a wave of suffering. You whined pitifully, your aching cunt screaming at you in desperation as you watched Shuri lick whatever pleasure you gave her. The ghost of your halted orgasm lingered inside you, creating the most vivid concoction of pain and pleasure.

“It hurts,” you whined, tears staining your saddened face.

“I know baby, I know.” She brushed your box braids that fell down your face, wiping your tears as she smirked at the picture she created. “I just wanna make sure you come back to me.”

You pouted in urgent need of her. You didn’t want to wait. You wanted her now. You almost wanted to finger your own pussy to ease your pain, but you knew she wouldn’t allow it.

She possessed a well-crafted strategy, one that proved to be remarkably effective. She planted a final kiss on your forehead, releasing you from her grip as she helped you put your clothes back on and gather your things. She offered you a ride home, but you decided that it would be better for your sanity to take an uber. She didn’t argue with you, allowing you this time to yourself as you contemplated your decision to leave her. You remembered her words, and the possessiveness of her touch; it was overwhelming as she made it much more complicated to stand your ground.

“See you tomorrow?,” she asked, her eyes laced in desperate arousal.

You nodded. “Yeah…I’ll see you.”

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Three and a half weeks had gone by, each second brang an agonizing twist in your stomach as you fought the urge to run back to Shuri. Truthfully, you were surprised you held on this long, you were doing so well. You did a few boxing lessons with a new coach, and she was good enough to get the training done; but everyday you boxed opponents that lived in your head, forcing punches in the ring that surrounded your mind. And it was that day, the day that curiosity got the best of you, emerging victorious in the hidden match that tugged at your brain as you found yourself back where you started.

Outside the gym, you lingered discreetly, observing her in silent contemplation as she vented her frustrations on the punching bag. The reluctance to reenter the premises after your abrupt departure weighed heavily on your conscience, evoking a wave of guilt that got stuck in your throat, making it hard for you to swallow. Shuri persistently unleashed blows upon the bag, oblivious to your watchful gaze through the gym windows. She was wearing a black hoodie, the hood partially resting on her head as her curls peered through. Her baggy sweats and gold chain added to her allure, making it even harder to face her because you were afraid to give into how incredibly good she looked. Her face remained stern, fully absorbed in channeling her anger with every forceful swing. The rhythmic motion caused her gold chain to sway in sync, while her curls glistened with moisture from the perspiration cascading down her forehead. Inhaling deeply, you steeled yourself, readying your mind and body for whatever lay ahead. You tapped on the window, hoping it was loud enough to get her attention in the midst of her obvious frustration. She cast a discerning glance in your direction, punctuating her punches with a few final strikes before walking towards the locked door. As she swung it open, her figure occupied the threshold, leaving no space for you to enter.

“Can I help you?” Her anger was transparent, her tone dripping with passive-aggressiveness, and you acknowledged that she had every reason to feel that way.

“I just came by to say hi.”

“Hi.”

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok cool, bye.” She made an abrupt motion, attempting to slam the door in your face, but your well-honed reflexes, that she taught you, came into play as you swiftly intervened, preventing the door from closing.

“Wait Shuri…please. Can I come in?”

Shuri sighed heavily, rolling her eyes as she obliged to your request.

She resumed her single boxing session, throwing blows you knew would knock someone out had it been a person instead of a punching bag. You stood uncomfortably on the sidelines, waiting for the right moment to interject and provide her with the explanation you believed she deserved. She persisted in her actions for a few more moments until a rush of calm began to wash over her body. Gradually, the frustration etched on her face began to dissipate, not entirely, but enough to instill a surge of confidence within you that she would be willing to hear what you had to say. She took off her gloves, manspreading on the chair as she unwrapped the bloody cloth that hugged her knuckles.

“Shuri?’

“Hm?”

“I need…fuck. I got to talk to you.”

“There isn’t much to say, y/n. You made your point pretty clear.”

“Actually, I didn’t say enough.”

“Y/n please. I heard you. I heard you loud and clear. You don’t wanna see me and I don’t wanna see you. That’s all I need to know.”

“It wasn’t that simple, Shuri,” you defend yourself.

“You literally just left with no explanation. It’s pretty simple.”

“Well I’m here now, aren’t I??”

“I don’t care. You can go back from wherever the hell you came from.”

“Shuri-”

“What??”

You let out a heavy sigh, creeping your body closer to hers. A mere couple of feet separated you, and you found yourself absorbing her dark gaze as she waited for you to speak. Sweat trickled down her furrowed brows, her face covered in a hostile glare as her jaw clenched in impatience. She was upset. Angry. Hurt that you would leave so abruptly after she worked diligently to make you the skilled boxer you were today.

“I’ve been seeing a new coach. She’s great. Helping me out and shit--”

“Go fuck her then.”

“What? Fuck, let me finish my sentence. You’re being fucking dramatic as hell.”

“Nah, you know what’s dramatic? Fucking crying while being fingered. I didn’t even give you dick.”

Her words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily disoriented and struggling to recall what you had to say. Shuri thrived on being in control, whether it was in physical confrontations or verbal debates. She possessed an unwavering determination to emerge as the victor, using her skills to secure her position. But this time, you felt she wasn’t playing fair; she had no interest in hearing what you had to say.

“You gonna let me fucking talk now or what?,” you asked abruptly in an attempt to gain control of the argument. Shuri rolled her eyes, tired of hearing you speak but knew you weren’t going anywhere until she let you.

“What I was trying to say, before you rudely cut me off, is I was seeing this trainer and she’s real good and all, she’s been really helpful and shit…but…”

“But…?”

You exhaled deeply, expressing both frustration and weariness as you moved your body towards her. You stood in between her manspread legs, tenderly tracing the contours of her chiseled face which bore faint bruises from her recent boxing match. She lightly winced once your gentle touch came into contact with a fresh bruise that marked her left cheek.

“What happened here? This wasn’t here the last time I saw you.”

“I’m a boxer y/n…shit happens.”

You crouched down to meet her eye level, coming face to face with a defeated Shuri. She looked exhausted, the complete opposite from her usual champion state.

“Listen Shuri. I’m back here because I realized I fucked up, and I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

She leaned into your touch, placing her tender cheek into your palm and you swear you could exhale in relief at the gesture.

“If I’m being completely honest, I was so scared you were going to get caught up in the thrill of it all and forget me,” you stupidly admit. “And I know how stupid that sounds, but I can’t help that that’s how I was feeling. It’s ridiculous, I know. I’m sorry.”

Shuri took your hands, holding them in her own as she placed kisses on your knuckles. A subtle smile appeared on her face right before you playfully tugged one of her curls just to watch it spring back up. You both softly laughed at the gesture, relieving the palpable tension that invaded the room. This was the most gentle you’ve ever seen her, the complete opposite of the tenacious facade she wears in the boxing ring. At last, her lips met yours, momentarily tricking you into believing it was her way of granting forgiveness, only to shatter that illusion with 7 simple words.

“Show me how sorry you are, yeah?”

You nodded, brought back into your compliant state as Shuri’s body language brought back her need for dominance. Rising to her feet, her sculpted physique loomed over you as she proceeded towards the central boxing ring in the gym. You trailed after her like a trainee would, captivated by the prospect of what lesson your coach had in store for you.

"Step into the ring," she commanded, gesturing with a nod of her head. Without hesitation, you complied, entering the boxing ring effortlessly.

“Shuri, what’s happen--”

“Shut up. Take off your clothes. I wanna see you.”

Caught off guard, you cautiously heeded her words, sensing her fervor and determination to finish what she started 3 and a half weeks ago, and there was nothing but an equal eagerness burning inside you. You did as she said, subtly cringing at the cool air as you were left in nothing but your pale blue undergarments. Shuri rested herself against the edge of the ring, her arms crossed on the ledge as she eyed your body. You grew embarrassed as you noticed her wandering eyes come to a halt at the damp spot that developed between your thighs, staining your brand new pair of panties you had just bought.

“I didn’t even touch you, baby,” she teased and you could feel the warmth rise to your face. “Sit down y/n, get comfortable. Spread your legs, I wanna see everything.”

Again, you listen to her without hesitation. You sat down, opening up your legs for her to see. You pulled the fabric to the side, exposing your soaking pussy to her greedy gaze.

“Yeah. You’re gonna have to take those off.”

You do.

“Play with yourself.”

“What? But I want you to do it,” you sulked.

“Hey, who’s the coach here? Me or you?”

“You.”

“Then I don’t wanna hear it. Do as I say, and play with yourself. Show me how fucking sorry you are.”

You nodded, wanting to get this over with so she could get in the ring with you and finish you off herself. You took your fingers, wetting them with your saliva before you began rubbing your clit. You pushed with a subtle aggression into your bundle of nerves, causing your jaw to drop as you bashfully moaned Shuri’s name.

“Shuri.”

A malignant smile appeared on her face, your moans boosting her ego as she dwelled in the effect she had on your body without having to lay a finger on you. The lustful yearning in her eyes grew stronger, as you began thrusting your fingers into your soaking hole. You felt the way your walls expanded, contracting your pussy walls with each reckless plunge.

“Oh my god, Shuri. Yes, Shuri. Just like that. UNH.”

“Damn, it’s really like that? I’m not even touching you.”

You looked down at yourself, entranced with the sight of how your pussy swallowed your fingers with ease. Shuri’s touch remained absent from your body, but your vivid imagination painted pictures you yearned for; pictures of tattooed digits sucked deep into your creamy pussy.

“It should be me watching you in the ring more often. You up for that?”

“Shuri,” you moaned once more, becoming less and less embarrassed with how smoothly her name fell off your immoral lips.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?,” she provokes, arrogance plastered on her face without shame.

“I’m…I’m so close. So fucking close.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, hold on.”

“Huh?”

Shuri entered the ring, gracefully slipping under the flexible rope. She rolled the sleeves of her black hoodie up to her elbows, exposing her tattooed forearms and you almost moaned at the sight. She sat beside you, looking you dead in the eye as you continued to frolic with your aching pussy. You were on the verge of climax, so close to experiencing release, when Shuri abruptly seized your wrist, preventing you from finishing yourself off. A mixture of anguish and longing escaped your lips as Shuri once again denied you the pleasure you craved.

“Why do you keep doing that?,” you cried. You looked pathetic and Shuri reveled in the sight of you.

Shuri remained silent, opting instead to lie down on her back, lifting her hoodie to expose her impeccably sculpted abs and the hint of her Nike boxers that peeked out from her gray sweatpants. The tattoos that trailed down both sides of her torso created a pulse you felt in your cunt as you admired how etched she was.

“Sit…right here,” she ordered, patting her abs to motion you over. You obeyed, straddling her as you felt your bare pussy come in contact with her body. She grabbed your hips, pressing you harshly into her abs as she maneuvered your body to grind against her. Her defined torso grazed your puffy clit and you moaned instantly.

“Aw baby,” she taunts, pressing you down again. “Are we that needy?”

The feeling of her was euphoric, transcending any touch you’ve ever been given. You surrendered to her touch, reveling in the sensation as she pressed against you, utilizing the strength of her abdominal muscles to apply more pressure. Your clit rubs aggressively against her, sparking a fire of pleasure into the nerves that surround it. Your pussy muscles tightened at the way she felt and your body almost gave out.

“Shuri, holy fuck. This feels so good. This feels--shit Shuri. Unh. UNH.”

Your body started to lose its precision, your limbs growing numb as every physical sensation your body had to offer was pushed into your throbbing clit.

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can. And you fucking will.” She pushes you harder onto her, flexing her abs to increase the pressure and you could do nothing but accept that she wasn’t letting you go; not from the ring, nor from her grip, and certainly not as her favorite protégé. Your slick glistened, creating a glossy sheen on her dark skin, coating her abs as you moaned in desperation.

“Fuck…fuck Shuri. Fuck, I can’t.”

“Yes you fucking can, I didn’t train you to be a quitter, did I?”

“Unh. Mmmm. Fuck.”

She contracted her abs once more, generating a tantalizing sensation that penetrated deeply into your clit, blending pain and pleasure.

“Did I?,” she repeats.

“N--no.”

“Then shut the fuck up and stop complaining, baby.”

You lowered your upper body to grab Shuri’s throat, using her neck as a support, swiftly seizing control of the situation and catching Shuri completely off guard. Determined to dominate, you intensified the grinding motion against her, urging yourself further into her. As Shuri withdrew her hands from your hips, you continued to rock with an increased intensity; the sight of Shuri struggling with your hands gripping her throat ignited a wild frenzy into your senses.

“Shit y/n. Damn…shit.” Her breaths became staggered as she grabbed your wrists in hopes to remove herself from your tight grasp, but you didn’t budge.

“You’re crazy.” A smirk crept onto your lips as you observed her struggle for something as basic as oxygen. Your pussy clenched, overwhelmed at the sight of her.

“Shit Shuri, I’m so close..I--”

But she overpowered you, swiftly separating you from her body, and a sigh of defeat escaped your lips once again. Shuri proved to be cunning, toying with you as a form of punishment for your abrupt departure without a single word.

“Stop doing that shit, it hurts,” you complained. Shuri stood up, watching the tears fall from your eyes from both the pleasure and pain of your denied orgasm. She reached down to grab your throat, lifting you from the ground to meet her tall stance.

“You complain too fucking much.”

“Mm,” you moaned, grabbing her wrist as she lifted you a little more. You were on your tippy toes, gasping for air as she tightened her grasp around your windpipe.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Just let it happen.”

She took 2 digits, wetting them with your juices before slipping them inside you. She held her hand still as you began to grind down as your body's response to a lack of oxygen.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You couldn't respond as your lungs were fighting to catch a glimpse of air. Truth be told, you were enjoying every second of it.

“I know you do. Your pussy shows it.” With each subtle squeeze, your cunt clenched in response, hugging her fingers that remained deep into you.

“Just a little more,” she whispered, tightening her grip as you squirmed beneath her. Even on your tippy toes, she was slightly taller than you were. You opened your mouth wider in an attempt to gain oxygen but instead a strangled sob came from the back of your throat as you could do nothing but choke for the woman in front of you. Drool fell off your tongue as you began to suffer beneath her tight grasp, and Shuri chuckled in amusement, reveling in the sight of your distress. “You look fucking sexy when you struggle.”

She maintained her hold for a few more moments until she felt you couldn’t take it any longer, letting you go as you collapsed into her arms. Your breathing was labored as you tenderly massaged your throat. Shuri held you close, planting gentle kisses on top of your head while tenderly running her fingers through your box braids. But the act of softness diminished quickly as she tugged on your braids, forcing your eyes back onto hers.

“You still wanna cum, baby?”

More than you ever wanted anything in your life.

You helplessly nodded, willing to do anything to soothe the pleasure that was locked in between your legs.

“You’re really fucking needy.”

“Shuri please,” you begged.

“It’s ok baby, I'm right here. Here, rest against these,” she softly demanded, holding onto the red rope that surrounded the ring. She sat in front of you, unclipping your bra to leave you completely bare for her satisfaction. She wasted no time opening your wet folds, playing with your glistening slit and it’s clearly driving you insane. You were crying, desperately begging for her to finish you off. She avoided your clit, wanting to watch you writhe beneath her touch and a pitiful groan escaped your lips as she inched closer to where you needed her most.

“Aw, poor angel. You need me to take care of you so badly.” Her words were torture, her touch even more so. She took the tips of her index and middle fingers, swirling them just enough inside your hole to drive you into madness. She was so close, yet frustratingly distant from where you yearned for her to be. She brushed aside the braids that obscured your face, perspiration clinging to your skin. Deliberately, she probed deeper with her fingers, eagerly anticipating the reaction your body would offer. You arched against the unsteady rope, utilizing it as leverage while gripping onto the material tightly, your knuckles losing color as you gripped aggressively. Your legs opened wider for the woman in front of you, and she took this as a signal to use you for her consumption. Her forceful strokes were merciless, each thrust in and out compelling you to clench even tighter around her. The desire to keep her inside, to retain her presence until you unleashed your release upon her, consumed you.

“Holy shit, holy fuck Shuri. That feels fucking amazing. You’re doing so--shit.” You began thrusting your hips to match her tempo, allowing her fingers to fall deep into you.

“Pushing against my fingers already?,” she teased. She grabbed your throat once more, bringing your ear to her sultry lips. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

You clasped both your hands around her wrist as a means for stability, driving your hips toward her with aggression; your back falling into the red rope, etching into your sensitive skin.

“You look good like this…my hand around your throat.”

“Unh.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“UNH.”

“Damn, you’re really enjoying this, huh?”

“Mmm, fuuuuck.”

The squelch of your drenched cunt echoed through the gym as you consumed every shove Shuri knocked into you. You felt your release approaching, characterized by rhythmic muscle contractions overtaking your twitching body. Your pussy walls pulsate against her and Shuri could feel you.

“You still sorry, y/n?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.”

She let go of your throat, bringing her hand down your body until she came in contact with your clit. She rubbed you just enough to send your nerves into a frenzy as her other hand continued fingering your pussy walls. You were approaching your limit, unable to bear it any longer. Every sensation surging through your entire being provoked you to the brink of exhaustion and you absolutely needed to cum.

“Shuri?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I gotta..fuck. UNH. I need to cum, please.”

“No.”

“But…it feels so good, too fucking good, oh my goodd.”

“I don’t care how good it feels. You’re not cumming.”

The sensation of your denied pleasure created waves of desire swimming through your veins. Your body began to respond by producing more slick, oozing intensely onto Shuri’s wrist. The blood flow in your pussy increased, heightening the sensitivity in your clit that Shuri was rubbing vigorously. There were numerous reasons Shuri was edging you to insanity; of course she wanted to enhance your impending orgasm but she also wanted to remind you who was in charge, remind you of the power dynamic that always has and always will be between the two of you.

“You wanna cum, y/n?”

“YES.”

“Are you sorry for leaving me?”

“Yeah, oh my god!”

“You gonna stay with me, baby?”

“Mhmmm, yeah. YEAH.”

“That’s cute.”

“Shuri…fuck. PLEASE.”

She pumped a few more times.

“You gonna come to my match next week, princess?”

“Yeah…I’ll come to your fucking match Shuri. SHIT. UNH.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.”

She shoved her fingers into a few more times, bringing her free hand back up to your throat. You whimpered and cried for her, you have never felt a need so heavy in your entire life.

“You did so well for me, y/n. You can cum now, my girl. Let it ou--”

“UNH, FUCK. UNNHHH YEAH. FUCK SHURI, FUCK. YES.”

You cried out in ecstasy, lingering in every throb that your pussy gave you. The pleasure was excruciating, forcing your body to shake uncontrollably against the rope behind you. Your nerves around your clit intensely tingled through your orgasm, only adding to the warm sensation coursing between your legs.

“Oh my god Shuri, holy fuck. YEAH.”

Every orgasm Shuri denied you came back tenfold and you felt it everywhere; a powerful, wave-like sensation that started in your beating cunt and radiated outwards to the rest of your body. Your release was explosive, spraying Shuri as you wiggled and writhed in front of her. Your heart rate increased as you moaned in your well-deserved satisfaction. Shuri praised your body with kisses, allowing you this moment of pure bliss she knew you worked hard for.

“You’re so fucking wet baby, give it all to me.”

“Shuri? Fuck.”

“You still cumming, baby?”

“Yeah…it won’t stop. It’s not stopping.”

“Just feel it, princess. Let it all happen. You deserve it.”

“Mmh, UNH.”

After what felt like an eternity, your body gradually eased back into a state of calm, reconnecting with your surroundings. You went limp, collapsing into Shuri's comforting embrace as she tenderly caressed your brown skin.

“You’re incredible, y/n.”

You nodded, teetering on the edge of sleep in her tender embrace. Sensing your exhaustion, Shuri assisted you in getting dressed again. She gathered your box braids and secured them in a ponytail, giving your face the rest it needed after what she put you through.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n, have I ever told you that?”

“Hmm?”

Shuri smiled.

“Never mind baby. I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

She plants a kiss on your forehead. “Cool.”

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Before Shuri was scheduled to enter the ring, you went into her locker room mere minutes prior. She was already dressed in her boxing outfit, donning a robe that emphasized her status as the "Panther" champion. Your intention was to offer words of support until you unexpectedly found yourself swiftly hoisted and pressed against the wall, while Shuri's strap loomed inches into you. Aware that someone might be lurking outside, awaiting the arrival of the boxing champion, both of you attempted to maintain minimal noise, but doing so was damn near impossible.

“UNH.”

“Yeah, it’s like that baby? It feels like that?”

“Yeah…I…fuck.”

The intensity of your moans escalated beyond your control, potentially audible to any curious ears lingering outside the door. Shuri found herself needing to clamp your mouth with her hand, reducing the volume of your moans to a muffled sound against her palm. As the pleasure surged through you, your eyes rolled backwards, your saliva escaped your mouth and dripped onto Shuri's hand all while she thrusted with powerful determination.

Your pussy walls began to dilate, squeezing her pulsating strap and Shuri could feel it all. She felt every throb, and she pushed every pounding ache you gave her right back into you, fucking you into oblivion. Shuri knew her clock was ticking, the crowd roaring her name in the distance as you moaned her name into her palm.

“Panther,” you moaned into her skin, using her boxing title that drove Shuri insane. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“Look at you…you’re helpless.”

“I wanna cum,” you wined, your lips still pressed into Shuri’s flesh.

“I know baby,” she replied, her voice was smooth. “I can feel it.”

Every single moment spent with Shuri from the past year with her; every lesson, every match, every drive back home, came flooding back to you at this very moment. You were so overcome by the power of Shuri, completely submerged in the way she made you feel both physically and emotionally. You tried to hold your tongue, stop yourself from saying words you didn’t mean, but irrational thinking won against you, compelling you to say the words you probably shouldn’t.

“Shuri?”

She removed her hand from your mouth, leaving you open for anyone to hear.

“Yes, princess?”

“I….unh. I love you.” Tears fell from your eyes in both emotional and physical pleasure, your orgasm paving way into your pussy, itching to be liberated.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you Shuri, I love you.”

“Well I love this tight pussy.”

“Fuck…oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, y/n. You’re such a good girl. My good fucking girl.”

You unleashed a primal scream, not a care in the world for the crowd calling Shuri’s name in the distance because the only mouth that mattered to Shuri’s right now was yours. You cursed and whimpered as the boxing champion started to withdraw, reinserting the now lubricated strap back into her boxers and shorts. Once again, you were a wreck.

“Pull yourself together, baby. I’ll see you out there, yeah?”

“Mhmmm.”

She cupped your face, gently kissing you on the forehead.

“Good girl.”

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Watching Shuri as a boxing champion in the ring will always be one of your top favorite sites to see. It was a captivating experience; from the moment she stepped into the squared arena, an aura of confidence and determination surrounded her. Her presence alone commands attention, and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation.

With each move, Shuri displays a perfect blend of agility, strength, and technique. Her footwork is swift and precise, allowing her to effortlessly dodge and weave around her opponents' attacks. Her punches are delivered with a combination of speed and power, landing with precision and impact. She analyzed her opponents weaknesses, using them against them and this was a technique you now knew all too well about.

The crowd roars with excitement as Shuri engages in thrilling exchanges, showcasing her defensive skills by slipping punches and countering with calculated strikes. She exudes a level of grace and finesse that holds a place in your heavy mind.

The energy in the arena becomes electric as Shuri unleashes her signature moves, giving a final blow to her opponent that made her champion of the match.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

You clapped like a love-sick fool, proud of the woman that bathed in the crowd's roar. The arena erupted in thunderous applause, acknowledging her as a true boxing champion: The Panther. Shuri basked in her praise for a while, right before she made her way out of the ring to come face you. For a split moment, all eyes were focused on you as you momentarily stole the spotlight from the champion standing in front of you. You were surprised by her unexpected gesture as she brought you in for a kiss for hundreds to see. The crowd cheered you on, applauding the loving gesture you two shared that displayed on the jumbo screen above the ring. Shuri gently parted her lips from yours, and in that fleeting instant, the surrounding crowd seemed to fade into silence, as if the entire room emptied out, leaving just the two of you intertwined. You were overwhelmingly proud of her, on the brink of tears as she smiled at you.

“I love you,” she confessed, loud enough for only your ears to hear as the audience continued their Panther praise.

“Panther! Panther! Panther!”

“I love you,” she reiterated, holding you one last time before she made her way back into the boxing ring. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

#shuri x you #shuri black panther #shuri x reader #smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri smut #sub!y/n #lesbian

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nebbyy · 22 days

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Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

A/N: I haven’t got much to say this time, just a reminder that requests are open and will remain this way for some weeks at the very least:))

Warning: absolutely none (maybe some swearing? But like, two bad words), just pure fluff. Also, reader uses female pronouns

It was kind of against your destiny to fall in love: Aphrodite is bound to never return Hephaestus’ love, so that they’re stuck in a loveless marriage. With the two of you, it’s the total opposite

The exact same MOMENT you see the boy in camp, disheveled look, face covered in machine oil and dust, you’re, absolutely smitten

It’s the classical “she fell first, he fell harder” type of trope

He notices you pretty early on too, but he doesn’t even try to approach you at first

I mean, no way that the prettiest child of Aphrodite could ever even look into his direction, you’re wayyyy over his league

It takes Piper’s help to start things up, when she accidentally stumbles upon Leo while she was taking a walk around camp. “Oh how rude of me. Y/N, this is my best friend, Leo”

It would be embarrassing to write down just how much he’s stumbled on his words the first time the two of you talked, just because of how he was absolutely captured by your godly beauty

He comes to find that you’re also a lot more than you’re looks: you’re funny, smart, clever, strong as fuck, and one of the best friends Leo has ever known

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he’s completely and irrevocably in love with you, but oh boy how long does it take him to confess it to you

He had prepared this big, fancy plan to take you by the beach, with candles all around, a circle of rose petals and in the center of it a picnic filled with all of your favorite foods waiting to be devoured

Too bad he didn’t check the weather that morning, or he would’ve seen that a storm was expected right on that evening. He might’ve asked for Percy’s or Jason’s help too, maybe they could’ve done some big-god shit to prevent the rain

Nevertheless, you both found yourself soaked wet, standing by a line of extinguished candles, the petals long gone with the wind, and the food watered down to a soup

He wanted to drown himself in the sea right then and there, but he was quickly stopped by your laugh coming from behind him

Oh gods, where you making fun of him? Did you figure out what his intentions were? It must’ve been it, I mean, how could you ever want to have anything to do with him other than simple friendship, he’s been so stupid so reckles-

His track of thoughts was interrupted by your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a loving kiss, your skilled lips so soft and comforting against his much inexperienced ones

“You could’ve just told me you liked me at Camp, you know.”

“Wait, was it that simple?”

You laughed again shaking your head at his cluelessness, and he swore the sound of your laugh could’ve been the only thing he needed to live from that moment on

Okay no maybe food too, but you get the idea

You spend most of the time chilling in cabin 9 while he works on his projects, chilling in his bed or peaking at what he was doing

He definitely calls you dove for obvious reasons

Best believe that as soon as you guys are a thing all his flirting with every girl that moves is OVER my boy does not come from the streets he’s a loyal mf

After the curfew you usually sneak out to chill in some secluded area in the forest, and cuddle for hours in the moonlight

And whenever it rains, you waste no time to go at the beach and dance in the rain, reminiscing about the day you two got together

Oh, and get ready to see Leo as an emotional wreck anytime one of you is on a quest, when he’s unable to text you or hear anything from you for days or even WEEKS

He’s sure that’s worse than Prometheus’ destiny

Overall it’s like a golden retriever - siamese cat relationship, 10/10 would recommend

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo cabins #pjo tv show #pjo #writers on tumblr #fluff #my fic #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #piper mclean #gender neutral reader

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whinesandwhimpers · 7 months

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rodolfo parra x f!reader headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

SFW

he loves to cook!! esp for u, loves when u praise his cooking and tells him how the meal he made tastes, hes deff cocky about his cooking tho like he knows hes good but hearing u say it!!

honestly u giving him any type of compliment about anything about him not just his cooking skills is like music to his ears

he is a romantic because i said so and we know its true anyway

gives u flowers, not just on the first date

kisses ur forehead, wrist, palm, everywhere, every fucking inch of u

big on physical touch with u

actually listens to what u tell him!! and remembers!! remembers what u like, dislike, if u have been wanting something for a while he'll surprise u with it before u can get it urself

breakfast in bed providing typa guy, doesnt even have to be a special day

a perfect fucking gentlemen. boundaries? respected. hand? held. home? safely. (hotel trivago)

if a bad guy kidnaps/hurts u, he is seeing red and the bad guy is not walking outta there alive, might even torture him a lil if rudys got time?? no one hurts his girl

will absolutely teach u spanish if u dont know it, gets so happy once u start understanding whatever he says in spanish to/around u, when u respond in spanish hes beaming :)

if hes jealous of someone talking/flirting to u he'll silently watch, knowing u can handle it/trusting u, until he spots any discomfort coming from u then hes coming over, putting an arm around ur waist, making it known to this person that ur his and they have zero fucking chance with u

when he proposes, he gets Alejandro's help, makes it perfect, pulls together all your fav things, fav flowers, fav drinks, fav food - its a priv dinner, not at some fancy restaurant, because he wants it to be personal - fav ring, he either already knows what u wanted or he got Alejandro to pretend he needed ur opinions and outright asked u which one ur fav is before he reported that info back to rudy

NSFW

hes not vanilla because i said so

he'd deff be down to try whatever u wanna try, he'd make sure ur never in pain or discomfort tho

switch

soft dom, wouldnt want to see u in pain or degrade u, ur his whole fucking life, his heart, his sun and moon, he is cherishing u and worshipping the ground u walk on

"look at you, mi amor, taking me so well"

"have i told you how beautiful you look lately?" he asks, his hand on your cheek.

you giggle, smiling softly at him and leaning into his hand, "you tell me at least once a day, my love."

"hm, not nearly enough then, hermosa." he replies, leaning in to kiss you.

orgasm denial tho if ur bratty, asking "are you gonna be a good girl for me, amor?"

...or edging until ur a pathetic blubbering mess pleading with him that u will be good and to let u cum - rare tho because ur normally such a good girl for ur sweet rudy and he hates seeing u cry no matter the situation - afterwards he's taking care of u, kissing any tears off ur face, spooning u

unintentionally leaves bruises on ur hips from gripping u too tightly, he just gets carried away with how good it feels holding on and thrusting into u :(

kisses any bruises the next morning, mumbling apologies between each kiss

likes leaving hickeys on u tho and spotting them later peaking over ur shirt, or the fully obvious ones that everyone can see, loves knowing everyone knows ur taken, ur his

his fav positions are ones where he can see ur face, ur eyes, kiss ur lips, its not just fucking to him, its intimacy, its special, its love

likes cockwarming because it means he gets to be physically close with u, u cradled against him, ur arms wrapped around him - while he's working, he has a strong will so if u shift a lil on his cock he wont let it bother him, "stay still, amor, im not finished with this paperwork", but it will bother u and when u get impatient and needy and start begging in his ear he'll take a break from his work to make u cum

hes the wide eyed, pouty, pathetic, whimpering and begging type mess of a sub, he just wants u so badly :( wants to please u, wants to cum in u :(

if u haven't cum before him he'll beg u to let him help u

if hes tied up he will be pulling at those bonds trying to get free just to touch u

if u tell him "no touching" he'll try so hard to be good but then his will snaps at a particular noise u make or how u work urself on his cock and he WILL desperately beg u whining out a "por favor, i want to touch you, mi vida"

his fucking wide doe eyes looking up at u (i cant-), if ur strong enough to resist that look good 4 u

dom or sub his focus is on u and making u feel good

king of aftercare ofc, hes bringing u some water, cleaning u up, cuddling u, etc, whatever! u! need! after the first few times hes got u figured out and doesnt even need to ask anymore

#rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra headcanons #wrote w the idea of a gf in mind but like u can ignore the girl mentions idk #ive never wrote headcanons before is that obvious LOL #my writing

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transqueer4singlemoms · 3 months

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Kim Kitsuragi: "You know detective, you look really good in those shoes." He takes a drag from his cigarette and looks down, quickly looking back up

[Composure-Legendary: Failure] He said you looked...really good?

You: Sweat starts to form at the peak of your forehead and you don't know why. Your heart beats faster. Blood rushes your face making you red as a beatroot. He just complimented you. Why is that compliment different from the thousand others you've gotten? Maybe...

[Inland Empire-Medium: Success] Maybe because you like him

[Logic-Challenging: Failure] Wait...but I like women? How can I like men too?

[Encyclopedia-Easy: Success] You could be bisexual. Bisexuality is a sexual orientation that means you like both men AND women. Many people are bisexual, maybe not here exactly, but possibly across different areas of Revachol and the world.

[Shivers-Challenging: Success] Down an alleyway in the farthest reaches of Boogie Street, there is an underground bar. A man in tight colorful clothes is inside, approaches a woman sitting at the bar drunkenly flirting. In an apartment in the east side of Jamrock an old woman sits quietly in her living room listening to classical music over the radio. Below the ground, a hefty Semenine man clears out garbage in the sewers. He wipes his rugged forehead to clear the sweat on it. For some reason, you connect with all these people on a deep spiritual level.

Inland Empire: Because you're probably this *bisexual* thing.

You: How could I like Kim? He's just a friend.

You: What do you mean just a friend? Think about everything you've done together, how impressed you made him with your detective skills. After just one week you've gone from connected strangers to close friends. For fucks sake, he saved your life and you saved his.

[Empathy-Challenging: Success] All the times you were there for him. All the times you made him laugh, made him smile, bonded over solving puzzles in the case. He had a look in his eye, something only a man who loves can have.

[Psychical Instruments-Easy: Success] How his face gets red when you look at him too long. How your heart beat gets high when he brushes his hand against yours. How you think about him at night while you stare at the ceiling.

You: He did mention he was gay. Maybe this could be the best time to tell him how you feel?

[Volition-Medium: Success] Do not do that. It would 100% ruin what you have. Just sit and enjoy the view. Not every thought in your head is something you have to say.

Horrific Neck Tie: Yes! You should tell him you love him! You can say it now because Im not your head! Very clever, aye "bratan"?

1. [Composure-Heroic] "Hey thanks." Play it off (cool style)

2. "Kim I think I'm bisexual"

3. "I've gotta say, I have a feeling that compliment totally made me reconsider who I am"

3. "So Kim, how do you feel about dating alcoholic cops with no future?"

4. Stare at him for a bit and awkwardly look away towards the city

5. [Savoir Faire-Legendary] Try to escape the topic by telling a joke

#queer #disco elysium #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #harrykim #kimharry #thus is after the mercenary tribunal btw

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frenchtantan · 7 months

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Okay, after that mini-date between q!Tina and q!Bagi, I have some gripes to settle regarding how some people have been reacting.

First and foremost, cc!Tina. Miss ma’am, I know you’ll probably never read this, but let me tell you, if I hear you one more time saying you’re not good at roleplay I will SCREAM! You are SO passionate and in the moment, so immersed, and you immediately level yourself with how into it the people you’re interacting with are. You’re not afraid to make your character show vulnerability, fear and sadness. This is PEAK roleplaying skills, and it’s so enjoyable to watch! Please never feel invalidated just because you don’t have a 60 pages Word document about your character. You’re SO talented, and your monologues from the mini-date are incredibly poignant.

Secondly, I wanna touch upon the notion that q!Tina is easily swayed. This has some truth to it, and it did show with q!Bagi most of all. Many times she changed an answer about a question or a topic because q!Bagi had a different one. However, those were all about menial things. “But what about her opinion about the Federation?” I hear you ask. Well, it’s true that the people she’s been hanging out the most with (q!Foolish, q!Jaiden and q!Ironmouse) are either pro or neutral towards the Federation. However, because they are still keeping her at arm’s length, they don’t go into too much details as to the why and how. q!Foolish and q!Jaiden especially have a mutual trust and share secrets that they’d never tell q!Tina, at least not now. As such, while at first simmering in a relatively Federation-friendly climate, it wasn’t such a big focus point, especially since she was so new. Like she said, she lived in blissful ignorance, and the people surrounding her didn’t really do anything to change that.

Then comes q!Bagi. Slowly but surely, they both develop a crush on each other, and as such, q!Tina wants to impress. She grasps at a small excuse to flip her view of the Federation as a way to do that, but again, in that moment, it’s not a big deal. And because they are very shy with each other and clumsily flirt, the seriousness of the topic is still somewhat behind a curtain, even though q!Bagi has been knee deep into the dark side of the island. The terrible truths and secrets, the violence, torture, betrayals, she’s seen it all already, but when around q!Tina, she puts on a brave face and acts all sweet, because it’s clear she likes her a lot! However, she does sometimes let a smidge of truth slip out, which q!Tina unconsciously hears and stores in her memory for safekeeping without thinking too much of it.

Finally comes the turning point. q!Bagi discovers q!Cellbit is her long lost brother, and he reacts badly to it, leaving her profoundly sad. q!Tina is present enough to start to see how complex her crush’s life is, through multiple days. After a setback, q!Bagi decides to invite q!Tina on the mini-date and fully opens up to her. Despite building up to it, this wave of information comes crashing down. q!Tina is hit with everything. But most importantly, she is confronted with how blissful her ignorance was, and she is SCARED, leading to her AMAZING monologue about it. However, this fully awakens her critical thinking, and she actually starts to reflect on the situation! Seriously, I don’t know how people didn’t see that! Multiple times through the mini-date, she not only expresses her honest opinion, but even does so when it CHALLENGES q!Bagi’s. She defends q!Foolish, q!Jaiden and q!Forever, she tells her that one of the Cucuruchos is nice, she questions the idea of leaving the island, the Federation’s desire to harm, and so on. At that moment, she’s not trying to impress anymore, she wants to understand, and suggesting otherwise is highly disingenuous, reductive even.

By the end, there isn’t even a real agreement reached on any of those questions! However, what becomes clear is that q!Bagi did something nobody has truly done yet for q!Tina: she opened her heart, and decided to be completely honest. For a while now, q!Tina had become jaded about who to trust, noticing how much the others were keeping secrets, even her close friends. It upset her, and made her act irrational. Yet q!Bagi, without any second thought, chose to trust her. Not to manipulate her, not to test her, but because she truly wanted q!Tina to know who she was. She did that out of respect, to give her all the keys to make the most informed decision about their relationship. Through some more heart-to-heart, they realize they both feel the same way about the others keeping secrets, and now they know they have each-other, at least for the time being.

This leads me to the third misconception: q!Foolish. Doozers, I love you guys. The past months, you’ve fought tooth and nail to make sure q!Foolish wasn’t mischaracterized by the fandom, and I fully support you for it. However, there is something you need to realize: the other cubitos are NOT the fandom. They shouldn’t know, CANNOT know his POV, or q!Jaiden’s. As a result, the hard truth is that due to q!Foolish’s chaotic nature and seemingly wavering loyalty, NOBODY apart from q!Jaiden actually trusts him with regards to Federation matters. He’s often filibusting, joking around, and deviating when it comes to these matters, he has shown to be ready to arrest people. He CHOOSES to act like that, and since others don’t know his endgame, you cannot in good conscience blame any of them when he does not appear trustworthy. Even q!BBH with whom q!Foolish has somewhat of an unspoken bond, doesn’t tell him everything. I know you all want q!Bagi to have a conversation with him to understand him, but it’s going to take way more than that for any islander (again, other than q!Jaiden) to see him the way you do, much less q!Bagi.

This includes q!Tina by the way. As she said during the date, he’s been keeping her at arm’s length, so she’s started doing the same. He may have good reasons to do so but she can’t know them. Now, as she also mentioned, this has become kind of a mutual understanding of what they’re willing to share, and while it remains so, their friendship is almost certainly not endangered. That being said, if it WERE to come to blows, you cannot fault her if she ends up siding with q!Bagi, who’s shown willingness to cross bridges he hasn’t. Again, this is the worst case scenario. She’s still defending him so it’s suuuuuper unlikely to happen.

So yeah, that’s about it! TL;DR

q!Tina might sometimes be easily swayed, but keep in mind that when things get serious, she does have a good head on her shoulders and is capable of critical thinking.

While it’s important for the fandom to understand q!Foolish, it’s equally crucial to realize he does not appear trustworthy to almost all islanders because they don’t have the information the viewers have.

#qsmp #qsmp tina #qsmp foolish #qsmp jaiden #qsmp bagi #teaduo #shyduo #gatina #qsmp federation #tinakitten

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✨Crimson Tango: A Dance of Diamonds and Revenge Ch 4: Come What May✨

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A/N: Another long, soft chapter of Joel and reader being in love 🥰 Me and @mountainsandmayhem have been having so much fun with this series!

Chapter Summary: After your uncle finds out about Joel, you take matters into your own hands.

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 9.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapter Tags: Brief angst, lots of fluff, lots of smut, use of vibrator, oral receiving (fem), handcuffs, flirting, Joel and reader being in love, Joel and reader go on date

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

You wake up to the sounds of cheerful birds chirping their good mornings to each other. You left the balcony door open last night, and the cool morning air of fall rustles in through the sheer pink curtains. The sun sends bursts of light across the room as shadows splay around the intricate walls.

Peeling your eyes open, you see Joel is still fast asleep beside you. The orange glow of the morning sun alighting him in a golden warmth. He’s so handsome, so beautiful as his chest rises and falls slowly in waves, his tousled curls falling delicately over his forehead.

I love you, you say in your head before placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Good mornin’, darlin’,” he murmurs softly, his voice deep and coated thick with sleep. Without opening his eyes he pulls you into his broad chest, and you melt effortlessly into his warmth.

“Morning, handsome,” you smile into the crook of his neck as his hands trail up and down your back slowly.

“So, I was thinkin’. Maybe this afternoon you could meet me at my apartment? I could show you around my place, and if you’re up for it, you could show me how to use that pottery wheel over there?” He nods to the wooden pottery wheel that sits in the corner of the room and looks back at you with a gleam in his brown eyes.

“Oh, you want to learn some pottery skills? What peaked your interest?” you ask, fluttering your sleep coated eyelashes up at him as he gently caresses your cheek.

“You did, darlin’,” he smirks, face so handsome in the glow of the morning yellow sun as his brown irises look at you affectionately.

God, you love this man so much.

He leans down and kisses you softly, his plush lips melding into yours as you wrap your fingers around his messy curls. You slot your lips open and let him taste you, relish in you as you get lost in the slow, romantic kiss. He tastes like a piece of something you want to keep forever. When he breaks the kiss, you groan and open your eyes back up to his flawless face.

He’s so pretty.

“Well, if you want to learn then we need to pick up a few things at the store. I need some more clay. So, how about I meet you at your place in say a couple hours? Then we can pick up some supplies and come back here. How does that sound, handsome?” you smirk as you trail your fingers along his patchy scruff, the hair soft and coarse under your fingertips.

“Sounds perfect, darlin’.”

He stares at you for a few more seconds, sunlight flashing through his golden eyes, then he gets up and buttons his flannel up and slips his leather boots on. You internally groan as you see him start to leave. You don’t want him to leave, you don’t ever want him to leave.

Before he walks out the door, he rushes over to you and leaves you one more long lasting kiss on your lips. A kiss that burns through your entire body. Gentle, soft, hungry.

“See ya soon, darlin’. Bye, beautiful.”

He exits your room and right as you hear the door close, you lean back into your pillow and let out a long sigh. You’re so in love. Joel Miller is the love of your life. The only one for you.

Joel walks down the dim lit hallway with a huge smile on his face as he shoves one hand deep in his pocket, the other shaking out his ruffled curls. He loves you so fucking much. He can’t wait to see you again.

Just as he slides down the winding staircase, he misses something that lurks in the shadows. Something that could end his time here at the Moulin Rouge. That something is Edward, your uncle. The one that warned him never to touch the dancers. But he did, he did.

There’s only one condition, don’t touch my dancers.

Edward’s eyes glare at Joel, a deep anger burning through the course of his body as he snarls and clenches his fists together. Edward warned Joel, but he didn’t listen. He didn’t fucking listen. Edward fumes down the hallway, all teeth and grit as he slams on your bedroom door. He’ll make Joel pay.

You hear three large pounds on your bedroom door that make you jolt out of bed and throw your fluffy pink robe on. “Petal, open this fucking door!” your uncle yells as you run to the door in a hurry and open it up.

His face is fiery red, eyes narrowing as he walks in and slams the door shut with a bang. He paces around the quaint living quarters and stomps his elegant shiny shoes on the wooden floors. He looks at your unmade mess of a bed and scowls as you hear him curse under his breath.

Oh no. Joel.

He slowly turns back to you and clicks his tongue in a deceitful manner. You wipe sweat off your forehead as you gulp, waiting for the yelling to start. Just as you clasp your hands behind your back, he starts the yelling. “Joel was in here with you last night? In your bed!”

You wince as the accusations echo off the pink walls of your room and you shake your head no. “No, he wasn’t,” you lie, hoping he’ll take the bait.

“I saw him creeping out of your room this morning!” His words are hot, scathing, pulsing through your body as you feel your heart snap in half as your eyes go wide.

He knows.

“He uhh… he…” You don’t know what to say, what you can do to make the situation better. But you don’t want him to be fired. He can’t be fired. You can’t be the reason he loses a source of income. You just can’t.

“I warned him, petal. I told him to never touch the dancers. And look what he did. He touched the most sought after Diamond!” he yells, eyes bloodshot as he lets the anger feed his rage.

You panic and try to make it better. You have to make it better. “Please, uncle! I’m the one who pursued him. Don’t blame Joel. It wasn’t his fault. It was mine. I’m the one that asked him to stay last night. It was all me,” you say desperately, eyes as wide as the sun as you clamp down on your teeth and fight back a tear that licks the back of your eye.

He looks at you scornfully and crosses his arms over his chest as he furrows his thick eyebrows together. “I don’t care if you’re the one that pursued him, Joel could’ve said no. But obviously that was too hard to do, so allow me to take matters into my own hands,” he growls as he walks toward you and tries to push past your shoulder. You step in front of him and try to push him back.

“No! You can’t fire him, I won’t let you!” you scream, tears burning your eyes as you see him drop his mouth open and stare at you with gasping eyes.

He shakes his head sadly as his slicked back blonde hair holds in place. “I’m sorry, petal. I have to do this.” He tries to brush past you again, but you step in front of the door, not allowing him to pass until he listens to you. “Move, petal,” he demands, eyes burning through your skull.

“No,” you say with narrowed eyes. “If you fire him, I will walk out of this place and never turn back. I won’t see Terrance ever again, and your precious Moulin Rouge will close down for good.”

His jaw drops and his pupils expand as he gulps down a large breath of thick air. “Petal, just think this through,” he begs.

You cut him off and continue on with your demands. “No! I’ve thought this through long enough. It’s time to take back what I want, not what you want. I’ve done enough for you in this club. I’ve danced for those disgusting men for long enough. I’m done, uncle. Finished. You won’t find me up on that stage again.”

“But, petal! Those men come for you! You’re the star of this place. Do you know what that’ll do to business if you don’t dance?” he asks with sweaty palms, sweat pooling on the edge of his forehead as it glistens brightly by the blinding sun.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” you scoff. “You sold me to Terrance, so you made your bed. I don’t owe you anything anymore. I’ll continue to see him, for now. But I won’t get up on that stage ever again. You did this, uncle. You. You got your filthy money, so now I’ll get what I want. And that’s Joel.”

Your voice carries around the room, echoing back in your uncle’s ears as he stands there in a bind. His eyes worried and his stance not as tall as when he came in. He sees his mistakes now, the error of his ways. And now he’ll have to figure out how to fix the mess he put all of you in.

He sighs and nods his head slowly, eyes looking down at the polished wooden floor. “I’m sorry, petal. For everything. But I guess you’re right. I did put you in this mess and now I have to find a way to fix it.” His sad eyes trail back up to yours slowly, and for just a minute you feel a bit of sympathy for him wash over you. But then you remember he sold you to the worst of the men in this place. And for that you can’t forgive him.

“Just leave, please,” you sigh as you open the door wide, waiting for him to pass through. He gives you a sympathetic nod and drags his feet through, not looking back as you slam the door shut.

You rest against the back of the door and let out a long sigh, closing your eyes to go through the moments that just happened seconds ago. You did it. You saved Joel’s job, you told him you wouldn’t dance again. You fucking did it!

After simmering over your achievements of the day, you decide to get dressed and ready for the day. You have a date with Joel Miller, the love of your life.

Joel opens the worn wooden door of his apartment after hearing your soft knocks echo through his small space. You barely make it through the door and he’s already pulling you into arms, hugging you tightly and meeting your lips with his as you drink in his lush taste. His lips feel like velvet against yours and you can’t help but open your mouth for him, letting his tongue slide against yours slow and tenderly. You let out a desperate moan that he answers with a gentle pat on your ass before parting.

You look around his little apartment, taking in his private haven as sunlight pelts through the windows. Even though the building is old and probably about to fall apart, the inside of Joel’s small one bedroom apartment is beautiful. Wooden furniture in warm browns fills the space, a dark mahogany throw rug in the living room helps tie in the exposed brick wall along one side of the kitchen. It smells like leather and Joel and it feels like home. You love your frilly pink studio room at the Moulin Rouge, but this feels solid, a place you could settle and make memories, become a family.

You wander over to his couch, your hand smoothing along the warm light brown leather. “This is beautiful, all of your furniture is beautiful.”

He brings a hand up to rub the scruff on the back of his neck, almost like he’s embarrassed. “Thanks, I uh - I made it.”

Your eyes widen as you glance around at the couch, the large chair, the side tables and coffee table. Then your eyes dart to the kitchen where there’s a long wooden table that looks like it came from one tree sits, a bench on one side and three chairs along the other. “All of this?” you ask surprised, your lips parting in wonder. You’re not necessarily surprised, but why is he working as a maintenance man when he has all of this talent?

“Yes,” he nods as he joins you by the couch, resting his hip along the back of it as he crosses his large arms together, “all of it. Every piece of furniture in here I made. I have a small woodshop. That’s what I was doin’ to make money, but it wasn’t payin’ the bills so, well, you know.”

“Wow.” You really aren’t sure what to say, especially when his arms are crossed like that, making all the cords of muscle lining his biceps pop out. You trail your eyes down to take in his thick forearms, veins protruding slightly. You avert your eyes toward the two doors across from the couch. “What’s behind that door?” you ask teasingly.

“The bathroom,” he says flatly.

“Oh,” you giggle, “and the other one?”

His eyes turn mischievous, a little smirk pulling at his right cheek, “My bedroom, baby girl.”

“Did you make the furniture there, too?” you ask, fluttering your lashes at him.

He lets out a quiet laugh through his nose. “Are you askin’ to see my bedroom, darlin’?”

You brush past Joel towards the bedroom door, over your shoulder you say, “Well, how am I supposed to tell my friends where to buy their furniture if I don’t see the whole collection?”

Joel takes a few long strides and ends up right behind you as you reach for the solid door knob. You can feel the heat of his chest as his hand beats yours to the door. He turns the knob slowly, his breath tickling your neck as he says, “If you wanted to try out my bed, that’s all you had to say.” He has the biggest smirk on his face that looks like he wants to get in a little trouble. You just shake your head and laugh.

He opens the door and you smile at his unmade bed, white sheets all twisted into each other like he flew out of it the other morning to get to you. The bed frame is made of the same wood, vertical slats running along it, and you have no idea how someone could make such intricate but sturdy looking furniture. He has a small dresser and one bedside table. There’s a vanilla candle on the bedside table that’s never been lit, but the wax fills the room with a smoky scent. Again, you find yourself feeling that this is a home. He is home.

“You know,” you say as you wander to his bed, “the other dancers say that you can tell a lot about a man by what's in his bedside table.”

“That so?” Joel asks with a raised eyebrow, following you and sitting on the edge of the bed near the pillows as he watches you graze your hand on the wooden material.

“Mm-hmm,” you nod your head and put your hand on the knob to the drawer.

Joel parts his legs and pulls you into him by your waist as you feel his calloused fingers trail along your skin. His honey eyes stare deeply into yours, “Go ahead then, darlin’, see what kind of man I am.”

You don’t break his eye contact, slowly pulling the drawer open with your right hand, the left carding through the curls at the back of his head. When he’s sitting on the bed, he’s in line with your chest, his breath fanning across the top part of your dress. It hits your nipples lightly and you are so glad you decided to go braless today.

Once the drawer is open, he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Well?”

You turn your head to look in the drawer, and while you weren’t sure what to expect, it definitely wasn’t what’s lying in front of you. Your cheeks grow pink as you reach for the first item, handcuffs. The cool metal of the handcuffs feel powerful in your hands. You feel powerful.

“Well well, Miller. Have a lot of girls coming through here?” you smirk, eyes narrowing playfully as you take in his nervous glance.

He laughs and shakes his head, “No baby. Not for a long time.”

“You have the key for these?” you ask, popping open one of the silver cuffs. Joel nods, so you quickly clasp his left wrist with one side of the cuff and then thread the other side through the spacers in the bed frame. Joel doesn’t pull away or stop you, even though he very easily could overpower you and have you naked and strapped to his bed in a matter of seconds.

You twist out of his grasp, grabbing the second item from the nightstand and step back so you’re just inches out of his reach. “Oops,” you say as innocently as possible, fluttering your eyelashes as you send him a mischievous wink.

“Whatcha doin’, baby girl?” Joel’s eyes are starting to glaze over the same way they did when he was licking your pussy in your kitchen the other night.

You hold the small vibrator from his drawer tightly in your palm, hooking your thumbs under the straps of your dress as you slide the material down your arms. You keep your eyes locked on Joel, bottom lip slipping between your teeth as you let the dress fall to the ground with a quiet whooshing sound as it pools at your feet.

“Nothing,” you say, still using an innocent voice. Joel lets out a whispered ‘fuuuuck’ as he takes in your body in nothing but a small black thong. You spin around and hook your thumbs into the waistband of the lace as you slowly tease him.

You hear the handcuffs rub along the wooden bedframe and even though you can’t see him, you know he’s trying to reach out to you. You start to bend at the hip, pushing your ass out to Joel as you drag the thong down your legs as it lands in a heap on the floor. At this angle, you’re on full display to Joel. He can see you're already glistening for him, already so fucking wet.

“Goddamn, darlin’, you’re so fucking pretty.”

As you stand back up, you run your nails gently along the sides of your smooth legs and curvy hips, gathering your thick hair to one side. You glance over your shoulder at Joel as you let out a very seductive, “Oops.”

“Don’t tease me, baby. I’m a weak man when it comes to you.”

“Oh I’m not teasing, just consider this payback for the sink thing the other night.” You kick your dress and panties to the side before sinking to the floor. You plant your feet firmly in front of you and rest back on your elbows. “I’m going to make you watch.”

You relax your knees as they fall open, your pussy on full display for Joel to drool over. He jerks forward and groans at the tug from the handcuffs. “Goddamn, you’re so wet baby, I can see it from here,” he groans, a desperate plea for you to open the handcuffs for him. He wants to touch you so fucking badly.

You adjust your weight on one elbow and bring the small vibrator to your pussy, leaving it off as you spread your arousal slowly through your folds with the shiny toy. You let out a tiny moan, and it’s empowering having Joel tied up as he watches you tease him. His eyes rake over your body, but anytime he talks he’s staring into your eyes. Men don’t often look you in the eye, but you are more than a body to Joel. You’re everything to him. His special Diamond.

You turn the vibrator on low and your whole body jolts when it hits your clit, electric pulses coursing through your body as you hold on for dear life.

“Fuck baby, you look so gorgeous right now. You gonna make yourself come?” His voice is deeper with arousal as you can see his hard cock bulging in his pants. It looks so enticing, but you need to concentrate.

You gasp as you continue to tease yourself with the vibrator. “Y-yes,” you moan, “and then I’m going to do it again and again, until you’re begging me to come over to you.”

“Oh, so this is what we’re doin’? Seein’ who breaks first?”

You giggle and nod your head, you’re already so close, heat building in the lowest parts of your spine. “Okay, if that’s what you want,” he smirks, his voice a quiet whisper as he undoes the button of his jeans and slides them down, palming his hard cock through his boxers.

You moan his name, just on the edge of your orgasm.

“Show me, be a good girl and show me how you make yourself come,” he instructs, eyes wide with black lust taking over.

The heat in your lower spine spreads rapidly and your legs start shaking. You throw your head back. “No, look at me when you come,” Joel commands. You snap your head back and lock eyes, his brow furrowed, jaw clenched as he watches you. “That’s it, come on, darlin’, show me what my voice and my commands do to you.”

“Joel!” you yell and your orgasm hits, pulsing hot through your whole body. Your breaths come out shaky as you ride out the small vibrator in your hand unashamed. “Fuck-fuck. Oh my God, Joel.”

“That’s my good girl, so good for me.” Just as your orgasm starts to ease Joel says, “Turn it up, I want to see you come again.”

You do as he says, somehow this has turned from you teasing him to him teasing you, but you aren’t going to give in first. As much as you want his hands on you, you are going to win this.

“Feels s’good, Joel. S-so good.” You’re sure you look like a mess already as you feel a thin sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“Yeah? You gonna break? I could do that for you, baby girl. You could just lie down and enjoy it. Let me take care of you,” he smirks, dark eyes glazing over as he stares straight into your eyes. It’s almost alarming how hypnotized he looks, the look of love above lust swirling in his dark eyes. You can see it now, and it makes you feel a thousand things at once.

“N-never,” you stutter, swirling the vibrator around your sensitive clit as your legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

“That feel good, baby girl?” he asks, his lips curling up as he knows it does. He just wishes he could do something about it.

You moan and shiver in response, a second orgasm just on the edge of breaking. Something in Joel’s eyes seems lighter as he watches you, something that makes your heart pump just for him.

“Come, baby. Enjoy it, cuz you’re gonna break and then I’m gonna absolutely ruin you,” he smirks as a devilish grin takes over his beautiful face.

Your legs start to quake, you can already feel that the second orgasm is going to take over your entire body. You ease off your clit to taunt Joel. “You’ll be breaking the headboard before I give in.”

Joel’s features soften, his voice a deep baritone as he says, “I’d do more than break a headboard to be near you. The moment that spotlight hit your soft porcelain skin, my entire world collapsed in on itself. I would rearrange the stars just to be close to you. I’d swim across the furthest ocean just to see those beautiful eyes. I’d give up food and water if it meant getting to hold you in my arms. Even if it’s only for just a second. You, my perfect little Diamond, are all that matters to me.”

The air in the room has changed from playful to overwhelmingly intimate. It almost crushes in on you like a large boulder, and you never want it to stop.

You pull the vibrator from your clit, but you remain open to him, knees parted as your eyes water over. He’s not looking at your weeping pussy. No. His honey colored eyes are wholly focused on yours now. You get the inkling you’re the most important person in his world now, and it completely overwhelms you. He’s your world. Him.

“What?” It comes out in a tiny whisper, your mouth parted as your eyes softly bore into his.

He continues, “You are all that matters to me. This might sound crazy and irrational, but I knew from the moment I saw you on that stage. I knew you were the one. You are it for me, darlin’. This is it for me. Forever.”

Forever? Oh.

You swallow hard, scared to blink, breathe, or move just in case none of this is real.

Joel whispers your name, tears building along his lash line, “I love you.”

“That’s cheating…” you whisper, your words barely making a sound over the thick tension in the little room as the sunlight beams through the glass window.

“I’m not playing the game anymore, darlin’. I love you.”

The words reverberate around in your skull. He loves you, he knew the moment he saw you. You abandon the small toy on the floor as you stand up and start to pad over to him. “Say it again.”

He clears his throat and looks straight at you, eyes staring right into your soul. “Nothing in my life has made sense lately. And then I saw you. The Sparkling Diamond, my Diamond. Something in my gut pulled me towards you, darlin’. This is it for me, baby girl. I’m in love with you. I have been from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

You stare at Joel, lips parted and eyebrows knit together as a wet tear rolls down your cheek. You don’t think you’ve ever cried a happy tear over anything, nonetheless a man. But Joel… he was different. He made you so happy, the happiest you’ve ever been in your entire life.

Joel’s uncuffed hand reaches up to you, his rough palm facing the ceiling. You step forward and clasp his hand in yours as you knit your fingers together, letting his calloused fingers run along the back of your hand. His skin is so warm, inviting like a soft bed. He pulls you close, kissing your knuckles softly before placing your hand on his broad, tanned shoulder as he moves his hand to trace along your hip, then down to your thigh.

“Key?” you ask, voice cracking through the emotion in your chest.

His eyes fall to the drawer in his bedside table, and you see the small silver key at the back of the drawer. He had easy access to that key the entire time, but he didn’t take it, he wanted you to be in charge and do what felt right to you.

You wrap one hand around his wrist, using the other to unlock the cuff with a small click. The moment he’s free, his hands come to your body, pulling you between his legs as he places light kisses along your sternum. Your hands card through his tousled curls and he moans at your gentle touch before sucking your pebbled nipple into his mouth. You cry out in pleasure and then crawl up into his lap, straddling him slowly. He’s almost painfully hard, cock straining the fabric of his boxers.

“Joel,” you moan, rocking your hips along his long length. Your hand snakes between your bodies to pull him out of his boxers. When you pull him out, you see he’s massive.

Your eyes go wide as you take in his large cock. You watch a bead of pre cum glistening on the tip and you reach over to slowly spread it around with your thumb. Both of your breathing is labored, eyes glazed over in anticipation. You both want each other so badly. Both gasping for breath as you smell thick arousal encasing the air, the tension strong as you feel it in the room. It’s hot, strong, thick, and you want to taste it.

“Whatcha doin’ there, baby girl?” he says again, more passionate this time around.

You lift up slightly and press the tip into your waiting, wet heat, feeling just how big he is as you choke out a moan. You stop once the thick, rounded tip is inside of you and rest your forehead on his. “I love you too, Joel.”

He smiles sweetly at you, cupping your face in his large palms before kissing you deeply and passionately. You rock your hips, sliding him in more as you feel the stretch start to happen. You feel every inch and ridge of him until your bodies are flush together. Both of you moan into the kiss, your body shuttering against his as you take him deeper, harder.

“I got you,” he whispers between kisses, his coffee scent encapsulating you completely.

You roll into him again, the feeling of him filling and stretching you causes a new surge of wetness between your thighs, your nails digging hard down his back at the extreme pleasure. You roll again, the soft part of his abdomen putting gentle pressure on your clit.

“Oh God - Joel - aaaah.” His hands move from your face, gliding over the smooth skin of your neck and shoulders, tracing the dips and curves of your back and hips before resting on the globes of your ass. He moves with your rhythm, helping you take what you want.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, voice gravelly and rough, yet somehow tender and full of care. “You’re close, ain’t ya?”

You grind down on him hard, mouth falling open in a silent scream as you feed off the ecstasy of how full he’s making you. He feels so good, and your clit is still so sensitive from the vibrator. “Mmmm - yes, Joel.”

Joel helps you move faster and harder against him, trying his hardest not to come and end this because he wants you to take what you want. All you do is give to others, and he swore to himself the second he saw you that he would make this world yours. Anything you want, whenever you want it. He will always find a way - for you.

“Say it again,” you moan, hands moving back up to the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I love you,” he whispers, placing soft kisses along your jawline. His plush lips move to your neck as he says it again, “I love you.”

Your body jolts into his, your orgasm rolling through you as Joel continues kissing your skin lovingly and saying he loves you over and over and over again. You fill his bedroom with your cries of ecstasy, pussy clenching around his hard cock. “I love you, too. Oh, God - don’t stop,” you pant out as you tremble in his arms, head falling to his shoulder quickly as pleasure courses through your body. You’ve never experienced an orgasm this intense before. You’ve never experienced him until now, and it was something you could do forever.

Joel takes over, thrusting up into you faster and faster as you feel his cock bottom out inside you. “I’m - fuck - I’m gonna come, baby.”

You smile into Joel's shoulder, in a complete state of blissed out intoxication. “Please,” you moan, “come inside me.”

Joel chants your name in a quiet whisper as his thrusts turn slow and sloppy, feeling his heavy body start to give out around you. You find the strength to look up at him, locking eyes with those beautiful deep brown eyes as you whisper sweet words to him. “I love you, Joel Miller.”

You feel him twitching inside you, followed by the warmth of him filling you up. Aftershocks of your orgasm jump through your body and you squirm on him as he fills you, moaning your name as he milks your insides.

Joel wastes no time lifting you and turning so he can rest his back against the wooden headboard. The springs of his mattress creak as you both settle, he’s still deep inside of you, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. His strong hands rub up and down your naked back, relaxing you into his welcoming arms. Neither of you say anything as you catch your breath and the silence around you is screaming that you are safe here. You’re safe. Joel is safe.

“Are you okay?” you whisper when his breathing gets shallow.

“Yes, darlin’. Just relaxin’,” he says as he lets out a content hum, squeezing you tighter as his arms bring you closer into his broad chest. “I want to stay here forever, but I should probably get you cleaned up.”

You start to lift your hips off him and you swear you could come all over again just from that tingling feeling. You whimper quietly as he helps lift you. “I got ya, baby girl,” he says softly, rolling you onto the bed, “be right back.” He hikes his jeans back up and slips out of his bedroom to the bathroom.

Seconds later, he comes back with a small cloth. “Open your legs for me honey.”

His brown eyes and gentle touch are so soft as he cleans your thighs with the warm washcloth, dragging it gently over your sensitive pussy. You cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he repeats, “I got ya, baby,” before pulling you into his arms.

You press your face into his chest, soaking him all in and trying to memorize this euphoric feeling. You’ll have to be with Terrance soon, and if you can find a way to put yourself in this moment again then it won’t be so bad. You’ll just think of Joel.

You breathe him in, bathing in his mahogany and sawdust smell. “I love you, Joel.”

He smiles into your soft hair, kissing the top of your head and whispering, “I know, my Diamond. I love you, too. Rest here in my arms for a little bit, then we’ll go get that clay and some wine and go make pottery together.”

Your eyelids get heavy and you drift off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep in his arms, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. There’s gotta be billions of people on this earth but somehow you get to exist in it and experience it with Joel Miller. You think that’s pretty special.

You both doze off longer than originally planned as you lay sprawled on top of him in his warm bed. The afternoon glowing sun fills his bedroom as the two of you stir awake. You rub your eyes sleepily, stretching your long naked body against his. Joel had been awake moments before you, looking down at how peaceful and beautiful you looked. That’s another thing for him to add to the list of things he wants to prove for you, peace. You don’t deserve to be shined up and sent out for those men. You should be able to put on his sweat pants and sit on the couch with your hair piled on top of your head. You’d still be the most beautiful woman alive to him like that. He’s so over the moon in love with you.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Never be sorry, love. You needed rest,” he says as he lays on his back, one arm bent to rest his head on his large hand, the other arm closed tightly around you. “I think we’re gonna have to divide and conquer though.”

You crane your neck up at him, eyebrows knit in confusion. He slides his hand out from behind his head and uses the pad of his thumb to gently rub the crease between your eyebrows. “You go get the clay, I’ll get the wine and dinner. We can meet at your place.”

You laugh to yourself. Oh right, you had other plans together that didn’t involve handcuffs and a vibrator, followed by a really long nap. You nod up at him, excited to teach him how to make pottery, you’ve already decided that you’re going to make matching coffee mugs. That way on mornings when you can’t be together, you still will be together. You plan to paint ‘Come What May’ on the inside of both of them once he’s gone to surprise him. You know he’ll love it.

He helps you get dressed, giving you a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass as you giggle and head out his door to the small craft store in town. Joel grabs some spare clothes, having a feeling that pottery is messy, and then rushes off to gather his side of the bargain. The town rushes around him but he’s almost in a haze, still somehow surrounded by his Sparkling Diamond.

After he gathers the food and wine, he sneaks into the back door of the Moulin Rouge and heads to your door, knocking gently on the wooden door. You open the door and smile up at Joel, pulling him inside and kissing him deeply as you free his hands from the bags.

When you pull apart, he takes in your clothes as he looks you up and down carefully. You’re wearing a cotton t-shirt style bra and a pair of jean overalls, one strap undone as it hangs down the back casually. The overalls are covered in splatters of dried pottery clay and colorful paint. Your hair is piled on top of your head, a few loose curls falling around your face and the nape of your neck. Quite simply put, you could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still take his breath away.

“Ready to get messy?” you ask with a teasing giggle.

“With you?” he teases as he places the groceries in your kitchenette, “always!”

You grab his hand and lead him to the pottery wheel. “Okay, so I guess I’ll show you mine and then you can make yours?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, biceps flexing as he watches you sit in front of the wheel. You have everything set up already, clay split in half, the water and sponges set aside. He nods and says, “Sure baby, what’re we makin’?”

“Coffee cups,” you smile, “this way we can be together every morning.”

A warm smile crosses his face, tanned skin around his eyes crinkling, “Ain’t you just so damn sweet, darlin’.”

You blush and then take a deep breath, starting the wheel and explaining to Joel what to do. He’s completely enamoured by you. The way you light up when you’re talking about something you're passionate about sets his heart on fire. Your bright eyes make his lips curl up into a warm smile as he takes in the sight of you doing something you genuinely love. He’d like to see more of that. More of that free spirit that pulls him to you.

Soon, your coffee cup is formed and when you smile at your cup he feels an intense sense of pride. Now it’s his turn but before you can get up he sits behind you, pressing his strong body against your back. He’s so warm and comforting when he’s this close. You absolutely love it.

His scruffy cheek lines up with yours, his warm breath tickling your skin as he reaches around you for his lump of clay and places it in the middle of the wheel. “Okay, baby doll. Walk me through this again.”

You blush and relax into him, explaining the steps carefully as you give him a step by step. He starts off well, shaping and molding the clay, but he’s too rough with it and the mug caves in on itself. “Son of a bitch,” he huffs as you giggle.

“You’re being too rough, be gentle.” You take over, reshaping the clay into a ball for him. As you move your hands back to your lap, his large hands cover yours.

“Show me,” he whispers, goosebumps traveling down your spine as you feel his hot breath breathe down your neck.

You swap to control his large hands with your small dainty ones. He starts to shape the mug, just like last time. “Good job, handsome. You’re almost done.”

When it comes time to create the hole again, it crumbles under his strong grip. “God dammit,” Joel huffs, he’s too distracted by you and your long exposed neck just right where he can reach it. So tempted to just kiss you and cover your body with the wet clay that’s caked on his hands.

You giggle again but try your hardest to encourage him. “You almost had it that time, baby. Come on, one more try.”

“You’re distractin’ me,” he says, kissing that soft spot right below your ear. You moan, lips parting and eyes closing at the feel of his warm lips.

You turn your head to look at him, placing a light and lingering kiss to his lips before saying, “Just one more time, please.”

The sun is starting to set, casting a pink glow across your room as the early night air rustles the curtains lightly. “Anything for you, my love.” Joel hums, kissing you back until you pull away and get his clay ready.

He takes a big breath and tries again, this time being extra gentle when forming the hole in the cup. You encourage him quietly the whole time, reminding him to be gentle and cradle it carefully. He knows you don’t mean for it to be teasing or sexual, but hearing you whisper things like, ‘just like that’, or ‘softer baby’, have his cock starting to strain against your back. He knows you can feel it, can sense the change in your breathing as he finishes his mug. It’s not as pretty as yours, but he sure as fuck is going to be drinking his morning coffee out of it everyday for the rest of his life.

You use your wire to get the cup off the wheel and put it beside yours. You both look at them side by side for a little bit, admiring the extra care you took to make them. Yours is showroom quality, people would pay to have that perfectly shaped mug, unlike Joel’s. But you love them, they’re un-perfectly perfect, just like the both of you.

Joel's chin rests on your shoulder as his lips hang just over your smooth jawline. “I love them,” you say with a small smile, admiring the dips and smooth edges of the cups.

He drags one clay covered finger in a heart shape along your arm and with his voice in a gravelly whisper says, “I love you.”

His lips trail from your ear to your shoulder blade before he licks a line across the nape of your neck, making a new trail of kisses to your ear on the other side. You feel your body start to go limp, ready for him to take control and do whatever he pleases. “As sexy as you look in these overalls, baby, stand up and take them off.”

You do as he says, standing up in front of him, back still towards him as you undo the one clip holding your jean overalls up. The metal clasp makes a scraping sound against the metal button before your overalls fall to the floor, pooling in a heap around your feet.

Joel lets out a deep moan at the sight of you in just a grey cotton thong and grey t-shirt bra. “Stay,” he says softly, clay covered hands coming to cover your body as he traces a line down your spine. You can’t see what he’s doing, but his fingers brush against the globes of your ass, then the backs of your thighs, then in random spots on your back. The cool clay left behind, hardening on your skin as he continues marking you with the clay.

“Spin around baby,” he finally says. He looks up at you from the stool, kissing just to the right of your navel, coating his fingers in more wet clay from the wheel. His hands come back to your body, drawing tiny little hearts all over your soft skin. He draws one around your belly button, then the front of one of your thighs, the top of your knee, one right above your actual heart, a few more up and down your arms. His face is soft as he focuses on each heart, each little bit of your body. He’s so taken aback by you, so madly head over heels in love with you that he knows he won’t survive seeing you with Terrance again. So he’s going to mark you, claim your body with clay so he knows you don’t belong to Terrance. Yes, it will wash off, but he was here first and he’s going to be here last. This is his. You are his.

His hands come to grip your hips as he stands, towering over you so you have to crane your neck to see him. His lips come down to yours slowly and softly. You tilt slightly to give him access, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip and moan quietly into his mouth. He returns your passion, kissing you deeply before lifting you up into his arms and walking you over to the side of your bed. He stops for a second, unsure if you want to get your sheets dirty, so he changes course and lowers you to the ground instead while your legs wrap around his waist. He breaks the kiss, moving himself to kiss every square inch of your skin that doesn’t have a clay heart on it. Claiming you again as your wiggle and jolt under his touch.

You moan his name when he hits the sensitive spots, like the tops of your breast or the dips in your hips. You keep your eyes locked on him the entire time, watching the passion in his eyes as he kisses your body nice and slow.

Fuck you love him. You love him so fucking much that it’s almost unbearable to think about him not being near you. How will you fake it with Terrance now?

His gentle kisses move to your legs as he works his way up your body, alternating between limbs before finally getting to your inner thighs. Each kiss is a delicious torture. “Please Joel, please,” you’re practically panting, almost begging for him to touch you.

He sits up and removes his pants and boxers, his cock looking almost painfully hard and you gasp at the sight of him, “I know, baby. I know”

He’s so turned on that it takes a moment for you to realize that it’s just from kissing you. Your body, your little moans, and your whimpers are the most erotic thing to him. “I love the sound of you begging, I’m right here. I got you,” he reassures you.

He situates himself between your legs, kissing the growing wet spot of your clothed center. Your body twitches at the warmth of his lips and you cry out again, desperately needing him so badly that it almost hurts.

“Alright, alright,” he hushes you, “do you need to come darlin’?”

You nod down at him, raising your hips towards his face, “P-please,” you whimper.

He pushes your panties to the side and licks his lips at the sight of your pussy weeping for him. You push your hips up again, desperate for friction from his warm tongue. Joel smiles up at you, “Always so eager for me, ain’t ya? Such a good girl.” And then he dives in, licking at your clit with quick, light flicks of his tongue. You feel yourself go boneless, melting into the soft rug below you, crying Joel’s name out and begging him not to stop.

His tongue slows, almost licking you lazily. The hurried passion evolves into a controlled worship. Your heart rate slows, breathing coming back to normal as you look down at him. His warm eyes pull you in, giving you comfort and security as they seem to melt into yours. This big strong man lapping at your pussy feels like home. He is home.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whisper, the love for him coating your ragged words.

“Never,” he says between licks, “I’ll do this forever if you let me.”

When Joel Miller makes a promise, he keeps it. He’s a man of his word.

Your head falls back to the floor as he continues to lick, kiss and suck you deep into his warm mouth. Your center on fire for him as he awakens your throbbing bundle of nerves. Your hands run along your body, playing with your breasts, pinching your nipples gently, fully immersing yourself in Joel. He doesn’t rush or try to force your pleasure, he just lets you enjoy it. He knows you’ll come when you’re ready, and fuck does he hope you’re never ready.

“Enjoyin’ yourself, my Diamond?”

“Y-yes,” you pant out. Your legs start to shake, the familiar tingle building in your core. He keeps teasing and tasting you over and over again until you’re right on the edge. “Oh God - yes - Joel.”

He smiles into your sensitive skin as he continues pleasuring you. “That’s my good girl,” he praises as he laps at the slick between your legs.

You’ve lost track of time, there’s a chance Joel has been at it for hours, but he moans and encourages you so you let yourself enjoy him. The tingling sensation grows stronger, spreading out to your whole body before it snaps and you're wrapped in pleasure. It waves through your whole body, you moan and cry out, Joel talking you through the whole thing as you start to break.

“I know, I know. That’s it baby, just relax.” His tongue swirls you gently as you come, careful not to push you into overstimulation. He’s so hard that it’s almost painful. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come.”

It starts to feel too intense and you’re suddenly desperate to feel him inside you. Your hands come to his hair, tugging him away lightly, your eyes matching his. “I need you, please. Fill me,” you whine.

You strip off your clothing slowly, taking every single piece off as you keep your eyes on him. You watch as his large body covers yours and lowers you gently to the ground as he crowds your space. He’s so beautiful in the purple sunset lighting of your room. His face and beard are shiny with your arousal but you don’t care, you press your lips to his, a deep and passionate kiss burning while he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, collecting your slick thoroughly.

“Please please please,” you whisper as his kisses move to your neck.

Finally he slides the tip in, you both gasp and then your lips meet again. Kissing one another with hunger as he slowly pushes himself the rest of the way in. Once he’s flush against you he pulls away from the kiss, both your lips puffy and swollen. His arms are resting on each side of your head, hands pushing your hair back as he smiles down at you, fully settled inside of your warm, tight heat.

“I love you, Joel Miller.” Your voice is practically dripping with admiration, each word seems to tattoo itself onto his heart.

He slowly pulls himself out to the tip as he slides back in as he groans you name, bringing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too, baby girl,” he smiles while he ruts deeper inside you.

For the next few thrusts you’re both silent - just panting breaths and little moans, foreheads together and eyes locked onto each other. He moves in and out of you as you circle your hips into his, the soft bit of his belly rubbing against your already sensitive clit.

“Oh God, baby,” you moan. You can feel tears building behind your eyes, pleasure starting to wrap around you again. “I’m - I’m gonna…”

“I know, fuck, I can feel ya. Gettin’ so tight around me, darlin’.” He doesn’t stop the slow push and pull of his hips. “Go on, baby. Come for me.”

Your whole body breaks out in shivers as you come all over him, your slick coating his cock as he works it deep inside you. He presses his body down onto yours more, helping ground you as your body writhes under his. You feel the hot tears escape your eyes as you moan his name loudly.

“There’s my girl, lettin’ go for me. I’m so proud of you.” His thrusts speed up a little as he chases his own release. As you start to come back to earth you feel him growing harder inside of you, his cock twitching as the aftershocks of your orgasm have your walls shuddering.

“Fill me, please,” you grind into him harder. “Want to feel you come inside of me again.”

Joel's hips snap into you one last time before his strong body quakes above you. He doesn’t hold back, moaning and whining out your name as he shoots ropes of warm come deep inside you - marking and claiming you all over again.

“Oh, fuck, darlin’. Feels so good,” he moans as he comes down from his own high and slowly slips out of you, dragging his seed down your thigh as he drops to the floor and pulls you into his chest tightly.

“That was incredible,” you pant as you let your hand drag down his soft stomach, collecting sweat on your fingertips as you look up into warm, loving eyes.

“You’re incredible, my little Diamond,” he smiles as he cups your chin and brings his plush lips down to yours. The kiss is slow, passionate, like you’re the only two people in the world right now. It’s so euphoric with him, everything so full of bright colors that you just can’t get enough of him. He’s the love of your life.

When he pulls away he taps you on the tip of your nose with his index finger and pulls you up off the ground. “C’mon, love. Let’s get you in the shower.”

He whisks you away into the lit up bathroom as he turns the faucet to hot, and the water comes pouring down. He lifts you up into the edge of the shower and steps over, grabbing a soft washcloth as he lathers it in lavender soap.

“Turn around, love. Gonna clean ya off,” he murmurs as you smile and turn toward the water, letting the warmth pour over you as sticky clay starts falling down the drain.

His large hands move languidly over your body, gently scrubbing off the clay as he starts at your collarbone and moves down the length of your arms. His lips graze your neck as he takes his time coating you in the sweet aroma of lavender, the smell of him is everywhere. Hanging in the steam filled air, lingering on your skin, filling your insides as you breathe him in nice and deep. He smells like coffee and a hint of mahogany as his experienced fingers cover your body.

You slowly turn and press your lips to his, sinking your body against his broad chest as he pulls you in and drowns you in all of him. You get lost in his everything as you let your fingers slot through his tousled curls, opening your mouth to invite him in. His tongue tastes like candy, and you devour the taste. Sweet, savory, euphoric.

You don’t know how long you’re in the shower as his hands thoroughly explore your body. You take your time washing him, too. Sliding your hands over every single crevice of his body, trailing kisses over his shoulders, down his spine, all the way to his long fingers. You’re in so deep with him, and this feels like heaven being with him. Every second you’re with him it’s a piece of heaven, he’s your heaven, your saving grace.

After the shower, he wraps you in a soft towel and dries you off and then slides his large grey t-shirt over your head. It smells like him and you want to keep it forever. He leads you to the bed and pulls you against his glowing chest as he wraps an arm around you and gently skims his fingers through your hair. Warm, he’s so warm.

“I had the best day with you, sweet girl,” he whispers as he places a kiss sweetly on your forehead. You nuzzle your face deeper into his neck and wrap your arms tightly around him.

“I did, too. Every day is like a dream with you. Promise it won’t change. Promise me this is forever,” you say quietly as you run your fingers slowly over his chest, praying this isn’t all just a dream.

He sighs and nods his head. “I promise. You’re my forever, darlin’. Never gonna let ya go. You’re mine. My special, rare Diamond.”

He wraps you tighter around him as you feel your eyes start to close, relishing in his scent, his body, his everything. “Joel?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you…” you breathe, sinking all your weight into his body as you kiss his scruffy jawline.

“Oh, baby. I love you more, my little Diamond. My forever…”

You smile and let your mind drift off to sleep as the room grows quiet and dark. You dream of brown eyes, your future, your forever. You dream of Joel.

The last thing you hear is Joel’s voice slipping through the darkness. “Goodnight, my precious Diamond.”

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saintchaser · 11 months

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random marauders era headcanons part i forgot

james laughs at his own jokes before he can tell and while he tells them to someone else. hysterical wheezing laughter

mary has a pack of cherry and a pack of strawberry bubblegum on her wherever she goes. marlene has mint drops

remus only takes 30-minute long baths, and he never takes showers; just baths, always baths

dorcas squeals when she's excited

marlene's fringe is always too long, and whenever she cuts it, it's too short, and the wait for it to grow back into in length drives her up the wall

lily used to have a really large, greybunny named dust, and it used to be her best friend when she was five

peter always has hair ties with him and he ties his hair up with it in silly little things which should resemble ponytails

sirius' favorite eggs are eggs benedict, he could have them every day for breakfast

james wears slightly under knee high socks and only slightly knee high socks during the summer. if he has to wear socks, you can bet those are what he's wearing (he also wears socks and sandals and thinks it's the peak of fashion)

lily always puts her hair up before doing homework. it helps her focus better because she's not actively pushing her hair out of her face anymore

marlene's favorite hogwarts professor (besides mcgonagall) is flitwick, and that is why she's focusing and studying for his class (the only class actually cares about)

remus is shit at flirting (i am a firm believer of remus 'awkward' lupin)

mary makes puppy eyes to get what she wants (it actually works, somehow (especially on lily, and mostly on lily, actually))

peter has really warm and soft hands, and people always want to hold his hand for this reason. he also does that soothing thumb rubbing thing

sirius knows how to play the harp, and played it when he was younger, but he never actually used that skill later in life

the sorting hat actually considered putting dorcas in ravenclaw, but ultimately decided on slytherin because of her cunningness

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deejadabbles · 10 months

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Take a Ride (Rex x fem!Reader) Spice!

Summary: Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Fem reader, no mentions of physical description.

This is a 18+ content! Minors be gone!

A.N: So, after @littlemissmanga gave her analysis of Rex's armor in this post, I had way too many thots about how to abuse that armor. This is the result! Nothing but filth here folks. I sort of had a jedi reader in mind when writing this, but that's never explicitly stated, just has general "forbidden relationship" vibes.

Word Count: 3388

Warnings: Thigh riding, slightly dominant Rex, secret relationships, dirty talk, armor kink (sort of?), clothed male, praising, mutual masturbation, porn with minimal plot (riding Rex's thigh into the sunset. that's it. that's the plot)

Rex was a smart man. Observant, tactical, intuitive. And you were an open book to him.

Or at least, that’s how it felt whenever you locked eyes across the room. You didn’t have to spell out your desires to him, not now, not after so long of learning every inch of each other. He didn’t need you to bite your lip or bat your eyelashes, it was all there in the subtlety of your gaze, the rise of your chest, the clench of your fingers.

All he had to do was catch your gaze, and he knew what you wanted.

It was good, for so so many reasons, but paramount among them was the fact that you could hardly flirt so openly with him. The two of you had to learn to communicate with nothing more than the smallest of gestures, the shortest of glances. The only times you could truly call out to each other, beg for each other, demand each other, was in the stolen moments of a locked office or cheap hotel on Coruscant.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as a shock, that he could read your wants, when he caught you staring at something more specific than his whole (damn sexy) person.

No one could blame you. Rex always had amazing thighs, you loved biting them as you teased him mercilessly, loved gripping them when you had him moaning at your mouth, and you loved being tangled in them as he buried himself inside you. You had always loved his thighs, but this made something new flare in you, now that you had noticed a certain…detail in the new clone armor.

How had you never noticed it before? Every free moment you had near him was taken up with staring him up and down, knowing you’d never get your fill of him. You had memorized every inch of his body, gazed endlessly at the armor that kept him alive day after day.

So why had it only been when he pounded you from behind while in full armor that you noticed his tassets had ridges to them?

Your body throbbed at the memory, the way he had sought you out the moment he was back on the ship after weeks apart, the way he had ripped your clothes off with such desperate need, the way he took you hard and impatient.

It was only in that moment that you felt them digging in, the subtle little peaks cresting the full length of the armor piece. And now they were all you could think about. Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Rex was observant and tactical and intuitive. He knew all your subtle looks and gestures, so, it didn’t take him long to figure you out when you started staring at one part of him in particular.

The first time he caught you staring was during a briefing. To your credit, you were still listening to Anakin’s report, you were just also stealing glances because you were a skilled multitasker. You had been feigning contemplation, letting anyone who might look your way think that you were staring at nothing in particular, while you were actually focused on those little raised ridges. When you sensed you had been ‘gazing absently’ for too long, you made yourself look up- only to catch Rex’s eye.

He tilted his chin up just the slightest bit before looking away.

In the private language of your subtle gestures to one another, that might as well have been a knowing smirk.

Of course, he knew you were thinking about him, but, he probably didn’t know exactly what you were thinking; besides general heat and need, right? Force, he probably assumed you were staring at his codpiece, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. The knowledge of your exact fantasy was safe.

But that was an assurance that became harder to hope for the second time he caught you staring.

You were helping him run drills, stopwatch pulled up on your bracer, clocking every trooper who ran Rex’s course. At first, Rex had been pacing along the end of the track, hands behind his back in an authoritative stance as he watched his men work. Then he stood to the side, hands on hips as he barked orders. If both of those hadn’t been distracting enough, then he had propped his leg up on a crate as he called for them to keep going and live up to the 501st standards.

That did you in.

The way his thigh was level, lined like the perfect seat, was too much. Your mind was racing with the most impure thoughts, the ideas of what the hard, angled plastoid might feel like made heat fill you almost instantly. It just might be the perfect shape, slotting perfectly against your clit, between your folds. And with Rex being the one under that armor piece? Maker, you knew he’d buck and roll you perfectly against it, make sure it moved just right for the friction you’d crave and-

Kriff!

You almost- almost didn’t stop your watch in time when Fives came darting past you.

You could already feel the mess pooling in your panties, just the thought of it all making you wet- that would be fun to deal with for the rest of the drills. Somehow, you managed to keep your voice mostly steady when you called out Fives’ time, but, when you met Rex’s eye again, you knew you were caught. He held your gaze firm, a silent knowing passing between you, that he had heard the barely there shake in your voice. The stare was practically a smug scolding, reminding you that it would be a long time before you could change out of the sopping underwear. He allowed his gaze to slide south, glancing over your core as they turned to Fives. Something no one but you would notice.

Considering all the other times you had stolen glances at his thighs, you had thought that he wouldn’t make the connection, having only caught you twice. But you should have known better, you should have known he’d figure you out.

Once the drills were done and everyone was making their way out of the simulator, you trailed far behind everyone else, trying to get your breathing under control. Keeping your mind out of the gutter for the rest of the training had not been easy and you were ready to change into clean undergarments.

Until you passed an adjacent corridor and felt hands grab you.

You gasped as they pulled you in, but the familiar feel of your captain filled your senses as your back hit the cold wall. Lips closed over yours before you could so much as blink up at him, gloved hands scrambling to find your wrist and pin them beside your head.

“You should know better than to look at me like that in public, mesh’la,” Rex growled against your mouth.

“You’re one to talk,” was your panted retort as you glanced down the empty, but still very open corridor. This was not like Rex, he never indulged in you in such an easy place to get caught. As appealing as the fantasy was, neither of you could stomach what would happen if you were caught.

He hummed in response, even as his legs started moving, “That look of yours worked me up too much,” one slotted itself between your thighs, shoving them apart as it pressed into you.

And you let out a shaking moan.

Rex only chuckled as you clamped your hand over your mouth, face hot as he pressed his armored limb against your throbbing center. “So, that is it,” he mused into your ear, “That’s what you’ve been thinking about. You think you're so sneaky, stealing looks at-”

He paused suddenly, going stiff as you heard it too: armored feet closing in. Rex flew off of you as fast as lighting, but you still barely had time to lower your hands into a dignified position before the troopers rounded the corner.

The men instantly saluted when they saw you two, but otherwise paid no mind as they marched by. Still, it was enough for both of you to come to your senses. Rex still looked at you out of the corner of his eye, breathing just a little ragged as you both waited for the group to be out of earshot.

When Rex spoke again, it was low and clear. “My office. Tonight,” the pupils of his eyes were still blown wide as he flicked them downward, to where he had likely felt how soaked you were. “And don’t change out of those.”

“Sir yes sir,” you hummed, because you knew it would make him just as wet as he made you. The shuddering breath he let out told you it took all his willpower not to pin you against that wall again.

The night couldn’t come fast enough.

It was only through years of self-discipline that you were able to get any work done at all, between your mind replaying that scene over and over again. Rex’s body holding you at his mercy, his hot mouth devouring yours, even the thrill of almost getting caught. Above all though, you ached at the brief preview of his thick tight bucking up against your core.

You were glad you hadn’t bothered with changing (as per his orders), because the clean pair of panties would have just been ruined as you turned the memory over in your head again and again.

Getting through your daily reports was the worst part, Rex’s words coming back to you between each line of text you managed to type. Of course, it was almost a blessing, because when Skywalker came by to check on you, you still had a pile of work to groan about: the perfect cover. Everyone would think you were busy working all night, not sneaking off for a secret rendezvous.

And when you finally thought it was late enough to slip away unnoticed, you never flew through reports faster.

The corridors were empty save for the occasional trooper who saluted you, so there were no setbacks when you reached the door of his office.

“Enter,” came his voice after a short pause when you knocked.

When the door slid open, you were greeted with the sight of him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, and chin resting on his fist. You sealed the door the moment it closed, not taking your eyes off him as it locked.

“Finally,” Rex hummed, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Then he beckoned you closer with the hand that wasn’t supporting his head, “Come here, cyare. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you made your way across the room, shifting off your first, outer layer of clothing as you went. The garment fell to the floor as he slid his chair back, leaning forward to pull you between his legs.

Rex’s hands were instantly pushing your shirt up, “Take this off, sweetheart, I want to have a nice view.”

A whimper at the combination of his words and hands left you, but you did as told, stripping your top half while he pulled at the belt of your pants. Fingers worked their way across your skin as he slid them down your legs. He had obviously regained his patients in your hours apart, because he took his time sliding his hands over the backs of your legs as he made his way up to your underwear.

Only then did he take his eyes off your body, lifting them to meet your own, right before his hand cupped your pussy. Your head fell back with a moan as he massaged you through the fabric and hummed with approval at the wet state of them.

“You’ve been like this all day, haven't you, mesh’la?”

“Yes,” you breathed, but managed to look back at him again, “that’s what you do to me, Rex, just thinking about you gets me wet.”

Once upon a time, Rex would have turned red at such filthy, bold words, so awkward and unsure of himself, but you two were well past that now.

He proved it when he said, “Oh, I know what you’ve been thinking about, cyare.”

Rex always struck fast when he had a plan in mind, and here with you was no different. He grasped your hips, those big hands of his able to move your body any way he wanted, and he wanted you against him.

An ‘oh!’ of pleasured surprise rang through the room when he pulled you down to straddle his thigh. He didn’t say a word as he shifted you, lining you up perfectly with the ridge of his armor. However, when you tried to rock yourself against him, his hands gripped your hips in warning.

“No. Not yet,” he said and despite the firmness, his tone was gently patient, “You don’t move until I tell you, mesh’la.”

Your skin prickled at the soft command, you loved it when he got like this. “Anything for you, Captain,” you made sure your own voice was delicate, practically a moan of its own.

And oh, did Rex’s smile turn dangerous as he said, “Good girl.”

With that, he kept his eyes on where your still-clothed core met his armor, and started pulling you forward. Pleasure rippled up your body instantly, and he let out a pleased chuckle when you had to reach out to grip his shoulders for support.

“You’re already soaking my leg. Just thinking about this got you so worked up?” Rex let out a little mock of a disapproving noise, then started back in on the sentiment he wanted to say back in that hallway. “You thought you were so sneaky, stealing glances at me like that.”

His hands gripped your hips harder, digging in just enough to leave a faint mark as he kept dragging you forward against the hard length of plastoid, sending pulses of pleasure through your core.

"You don't think I notice, the way you look at my thighs? Is this what you were imagining? Were you thinking about how perfect it might feel, hard between your legs?" He finally looked up from the mess you were making of his armor, eyes locking with yours again, "Tell me how it feels, cyar'ika.”

The answer came out like a needy whimper, “Perfect!” The ridge got higher and more pronounced the further up you went, and it pressed so deliciously against your clit. “Maker, it feels perfect- you feel perfect, Rex!”

He hummed approvingly, then looked back down at his handiwork. Rex heard the sounds you let out as he pulled you higher and higher up his leg, and as always, he was a smart, intuitive man.

“Right here,” he whispered, seating you right at the point where the peak of the armor was highest, digging into your most sensitive spot delightfully. “There we go, perfect.”

That’s when Rex started rocking you back and forth in short motions, making rapid bursts of pleasure coarse through you. He was testing the waters and loving the resulting cries you let out.

“Just the right spot for you, and the perfect view for me,” Rex hummed in approval.

He wasn’t wrong, your bodies were close, but not so flush against each other that he couldn’t see you grinding against him. Unfortunately, that’s when he stopped his rocking motions and let go of your hips.

You didn’t bother hiding your whimper of disapproval, but he only cupped your face lovingly.

“You’ve been a good, patient girl, cyare. Now, I want you to get yourself off. Ride me until you come, understand?”

“Yes- yes, sir.” Your mind was so hazy with need, but, the desire to please your Captain broke through the blissful fog, “but what about you?”

“Me?” he chuckled again as he dropped his hands and leaned back, eyes drinking in your almost naked body, “I told you I wanted a view, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

In that case, you would give him more than a view, you’d give him a show.

Despite still feeling shaky, you managed to let go of his shoulders. Your half-lidded gaze stayed on his as you started trailing your fingertips across your collarbone. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched made you smile. Then, just as you started moving your fingers between the valley of your breasts, you rocked your hips forward.

That pleasure burst through you again, making you throw your head back, not caring how graphic you sounded as you took what you had been craving, what you needed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Rex scolded, “keep your eyes on me, mesh’la,” his hand reached down and cupped his codpiece, “want you to look at me while you have your fun.”

You obeyed, whimpering as you rocked back and forth and met his eyes again. Maker, the way he looked at you, hand rubbing himself down while his gaze took in your wandering hands and your thrusting hips, only to dart back up to your eyes again. Since the first night he saw you bare, and all the other heated moments, Rex always looked at you like that. He looked at you as if you were the most intoxicating sight in the galaxy.

That alone made you quiver, but the way your climax was already starting to build had you shaking. You knew your body and knew how to get your end, and as much as you wanted to relish the moment, you weren’t sure you could last long with his hungry gaze watching your every move.

As your lower body pulsed with every rub against his thigh, you cupped your breasts, biting your lip at the added sensation. Pleasure wracked through you on both ends now, and it was hard to keep eye contact with him as you moaned and gasped.

Rex let out a pleased noise at the show you were giving him, “By the force, you look so perfect like this, my perfect girl-” his breath hitched on the last word as his hand continued to work at his cover cock.

You were close now, climbing to the peak, spurred on by him getting off from nothing but the sight of you. Fingers pinched your nipples, as your own thighs clamped on either side of his. Somehow, as your rocking became fast and shallow, you still kept your eyes locked on him, that coil tightening and tight-

“Scream for me, cyar’ika,” Rex growled, “scream my name!”

That’s what did you in, and his name came out a ragged wail when your orgasm ripped through you. It was a whole-body kind of climax, the kind that sent numbing ripples of pleasure all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

Rex’s arms were around you in an instant, pulling you against the hard plate of his chest as you shook and heaved your ragged breaths. The armor was cool against your burning skin, and Rex rubbed his hands up and down your back with care.

“That’s my girl, doing as asked, keeping your eyes on me the whole time, making pretty sounds. Now look at you, so spent, you enjoy riding my thigh that much?”

Despite the fact that you knew it was a rhetorical question, you nodded your head against his chest, which made a chuckle vibrate under the armor.

“Well then, we’re going to have to do this again, aren’t we? I liked watching you get off like that, mesh’la. You were stunning.”

“Thank you,” you panted, sounding tired and half dazed, breath fogging up his armor, “thank you for always knowing what I want.”

Rex kissed your temple, then he was pulling your body into the position he wanted again, this time curled up in his lap as his hands wandered where they liked.

“You know giving you what you want, is what I want, cyare. Always.”

As soon as you were able to move without shaking, you were going to give this perfect man anything and everything else he may want.

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