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cheeseceli · 1 month

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Kisses marks on their skzoo

Pairing: Ot8 skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: how would BF!SKZ react to seeing a kiss mark on their SKZoo?

Warnings: hyunjin and Felix can be read as low-key suggestive but it wasn't the intention? Reader gets teased in most of those

A/n: this picture of Lee know😭😭 btw I have a feeling that some things here are extremely cringe or extremely good I'm so so sorry in advance | taglist: @yuyubeans

Bang Chan

Oh my God

I hope you're ready to be teased for months

I can see him smirking at the moment he sees wolfchan with a kiss mark on its forehead

Will laugh a little bit because he actually thinks you're the cutest for that

Will come to you and suddenly wrap you in a back hug and kiss your shoulder with little to no explanation

"Y'know, next time you miss me you can just come to me and kiss me in person."

Lee Know

Contrary to popular belief, I think he'd be the shy one here lmao

He has no idea on how he should react

Just laughs a bit with that panic voice he has and hopes you won't come for him

If that happens more than once though, he won't be under the initial shock anymore

So now you can prepare yourself for all the teasing

"I need to level up my boyfriend game if you preferred to kiss a plushie over me twice now."

Changbin

Side eyes the dwaekki

Demand kisses immediately

Why on earth are you kissing a plushie when you literally have a boyfriend next to you??

Who is always more than willing to kiss you any time??

The audacity I swear

"I don't care if it looked cute, you could've been kissing me all this time instead."

Hyunjin

He's not exactly teasing

He's kinda lightly joking around

At first he was being dramatic about how you don't love him anymore and that's why you are replacing him with jinniret

But once you start to get flustered he switches up

Chuckles about how he finds you lovely

"You can make up by kissing me with that same lipstick of yours, what you think?"

Han

The only scenario you have some sort of advantage

Because when I tell you that he's stressing it's because he IS

You ask him why he's acting all weird and then he's stuttering about how everything is alright

Will try to play it cool so you don't notice the reason behind all of this is his skzoo having a very red kiss mark on its cheek

"Kiss? What do you mean kiss? I have no idea what you're talking about. Pay attention to the movie Y/n."

Felix

Lmao

I believe this is the worst case

He'd have no mercy upon you

But he wouldn't be joking around or trying to tease you

He would be flustering you

Will kiss you until he takes your breath away and then will proceed to move his kisses to your neck

"What is wrong? I thought you wanted kisses?"

Seungmin

You've created a monster

Lmao he will never shut up about this

Deep down he thought it was cute how you liked him that much

But he really didn't want to lose the opportunity to mess up with you (affectionately)

"Minnie, I miss you. Don't you wanna come over?"

"Is the skzoo not doing justice to me?"

"Suddenly I don't miss you anymore."

I.N

Now this one is kinda funny

He will tease you so much about this

But it's so subtle that you don't even know what he's talking about

He seems to be pretty entertained though

"Oh it seems that you didn't miss me that much this time." - he says a few days later, while he holds the now clean skzoo in his hands and you have no idea why he's laughing so much.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 10 months

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HeyHey!!

Can you do one for Hobie😟😟😟‼️

Girlie Girl is great friends with Hobie, and she ACTIVELY flirts with him, but he thinks she’s joking around. (she’s low-key serious). One day Hobie overhears her talking with her friends about her FAT CRUSH on him and how she is CONVINCED he doesn’t like her. and she’s in tears.

(Hello! Sure I can! I hope you enjoy this!)

Crushing on Hobie Brown

I feel like for a while Hobie was oblivious to the crush

He thought you guys were just jokingly flirting with each other for the fun of it

He would flirt with you actively, and would tease and poke fun at you when you laughed or blushed

But you always flirted back and got the same reactions somehow out of him, so he thought it was just some game to you two

Until he actually started gaining feelings for you

He kept flirting and flirting, but he was very genuine in his flirting, and even added more subtle touches and stuff

He tried getting his point across, but he thought he was being direct, when in the whole thing he was, quite literally, NOT

You guys played a whole game of cat and mouse for so, so long

Until he heard you talking to your friend

You thought nobody was around, and you were going on a whole ass rant

He couldn't hear a lot, as you were talking quote fast and seemed a bit down, but were very passionate about what you were saying and a bit frustrated

Hobie was about to come out and ask what was wrong until he heard your friend ask

"Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

Like all dumb ass friends do

He froze for a moment, his heart kinda stopping because he thought you were telling your friend you liked someone else, not him

It was about to be that stupid miscommunication trope until he heard you say

"Because! Hobie doesn't like me back!"

He went dead, literal heart stopping before beating 100 miles an hour, palms sweaty and holding on to the wall as you kept going on

He soon regained his composure, feeling smug and proud, a little smile on his face as he leaned back on the wall and listened

You kept going on and on about how much he doesn't like you, that you're convinced he doesn't like you like that

And that he doesn't show if he's even interested in you in the first place

Hobie only came back out when he noticed how much your voice actually sounded like you were in tears

He came out, leaning against the wall with the biggest, fattest ass smug grin on his face and said

"Heard you were talking about me, luv?"

Freeze or laugh man, it's all you can do now

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babyleostuff · 10 months

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holding hands with seventeen | OT13

☾₊ ⊹ currently playing: Hug by Seventeen

─･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ── ･｡ﾟ☆:───

𓆩♡𓆪 CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

A professional hand holder. No matter where you are and what you’re doing, you can be 100% sure that Seungcheol is going to hold your hand. It makes him all fluffy inside each time he reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers. In public, it’s his way of keeping you protected and making sure you’re always by his side, especially in big crowds where he could easily lose you. But dare to let go of his hand, and he’ll throw a tantrum.

𓆩♡𓆪 YOON JEONGHAN

It’s his silent way of saying how much he loves you. As a person who likes subtle acts of affection, he and holding hands is like a match made in heaven. He holds your hand gently, and caresses your knuckles with his thumb from time to time. Will not shy away from grabbing your hand whenever he desires, no matter how much you complain - he will hold your hand, end of story. Also, if you wear rings, you can be sure he’s going to play with them.

𓆩♡𓆪 HONG JOSHUA

Holding your hand grounds him, you don’t necessarily have to talk, feeling your hand in his is enough for him. As the gentleman that he is, his grip on you will always be delicate, but sure. Squeezes your hand to reassure you that he’ll always be by your side, and you can always turn to him if you’re feeling upset or uncomfortable. Always intertwines your pinkies when you’re walking around the city.

𓆩♡𓆪 WEN JUNHUI

It’s his way of making sure that you’re still by his side. Loves being reassured through holding hands, even though it makes him shy as hell, especially in public. In the beginning of your relationship, he would blush every time you’d grab his hand. He’d never admit it to you, but he gets upset when you let go of his hand. He’s probably trying to figure out a way to grab it again, but in the most low- key way possible.

𓆩♡𓆪 KWON SOONYOUNG

Grabs your hand and drags you around the whole house. It’s like an instinct for him to just go for your hand, definitely feeling like something’s missing when he’s not holding hands with you. Gets all giggly and smiley whenever you caress his knuckles but insists that he just remembered a funny joke. Will not let go unless you do it, and when you do, he gets all dramatic that you don’t love him anymore.

𓆩♡𓆪 JEON WONWOO

Acts annoyed, just to hide how flustered and shy he is. Each time you reach for his hand to intertwine your fingers, he can swear, he feels his heart beat faster. As your relationship progressed, he got more and more bold, and now holding hands has become a habit for him. Always reaches for you when he’s feeling stressed or overwhelmed, your touch and soft hold reminding him that he’s not alone.

𓆩♡𓆪 LEE JIHOON

The main member whose nr.1 enemy is physical touch. In the beginning, you were very careful with your touches, minding his boundaries. As he started to warm up to your affection, you tried out holding his hand, which he grew to (secretly) love. Now, he’ll never ask you to hold his hand, but it’s like you know by now when he craves some affection. You simply grab his hand, and do not comment on anything, not wanting to scare him off.

𓆩♡𓆪 XU MINGHAO

Always has your hand in his - during your daily strolls, when you’re sightseeing, walking through a museum or sitting in a cafe. It’s his low- key way of saying “look how in love I am”, and uses it to show how much he appreciates you. It never fails to make you so soft and protected, knowing that you can always count on him. Grabs your hand on a random Saturday night, and drags you to the middle of the living room to dance.

𓆩♡𓆪 KIM MINGYU

Professional hand holder, part 2. Always drags you around, forgetting he’s (probably) taller than you, so you have to move at the speed of light after him. When he’s in an extra lovey- dovey mood, will swing your hands back and forth (probably skipping like a 5 year girl). Always reaches for your hand whenever he gets startled or scared, you’re his safe space and even a simple touch from you is able to calm him down.

𓆩♡𓆪 LEE SEOKMIN

Whenever you grab his hand, his day becomes ten times better. Holding hands, in his opinion, can solve any problem, and that’s why when you’re having a fight or argument, he insists on holding each other's hands. It keeps you grounded and connected, making you think about the other person's emotions. Will happily follow you, as long as your fingers are intertwined, and in case you get overly excited he can pull you back to reality.

𓆩♡𓆪 BOO SEUNGKWAN

Gets so dramatic, if you let go of his hand. Is petty, and acts as if it was the end of the world. You basically have to force his hand into yours to shut him up, which works every time. By now, you can recognize some differences in his hand holding, so you can easily tell if he is feeling sad or upset. Grabs your hand under the table at a dinner with your friends to let you know that he’s there for you anytime you need him (no matter how dramatic he is).

𓆩♡𓆪 CHWE VERNON

At first he was like: “you want to do what?”. But now holding hands is his absolute favorite way of showing you affection. It’s just so simple and low- key, no one can really tease him for that, and feels 100% comfortable with having your hands in his. Definitely a hand holder during your movie nights. Sometimes, when he gets too engrossed in the movie, he starts to caress your knuckles and doesn’t stop until the movie ends.

𓆩♡𓆪 LEE CHAN

Would hold your hand 24/7 if he could. Likes having your hand in his in public, especially during parties, as it is a subtle way of saying that you’re taken, and he’ll fight anyone who’d dare to make you uncomfortable. Similarly to Mingyu, reaches for you whenever he’s scared, squeezes your hand tightly and holds it close to his heart to calm himself down. Has a habit of playing with your fingers when you’re cuddling (the type to compare your hand sizes).

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m00nh1gh · 4 months

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JEALOUS

Lee Know x reader

Your boyfriend is good at making you mad, especially when he keeps talking with his particularly beautiful coworker at a business dinner.

Contains: Spanking, fingering, multiple (2) orgasms, Minho is a piece of shit, subtle mentions of squirting, dacryphilia.

Word count: 2.4k.

You bitterly sipped on your wine as you stared at your boyfriend in front of you, talking with one of his coworkers. She was beautiful and he was smiling at her the whole time. Your legs were crossed and one of your feet was so close to Minho's leg. You'd been wanting to give him a little kick for a while now to grab his attention.

But, you decided to stay calm and as professional as you could be, given that you weren't even an employee of the company your boyfriend worked in, you only agreed to accompany him because he'd been clinging onto you the whole day. Yet, he wasn't even talking to you, and instead, he was having a seemingly fun conversation with the girl next to him, who'd been biting her lower lip a little too much tonight.

You weren't mad at Minho. You knew he loved you, but it was so clear that the girl next to him wanted your man and he didn't seem to get the hint. She was the problem. You wondered why you didn't sit next to him. Instead, you were seated next to his boss and another coworker. They made boring jokes and the boss’ hand brushed against your arm too much to your liking. Maybe you were both in the same boat, after all.

You sighed in relief when Minho finally looked at you and smiled sweetly. You returned it rather unenthusiastically, and he raised an eyebrow. He stood from his seat and he excused himself to the bathroom. Not wanting to further force your laugh at his boss’ rather misogynistic jokes, you followed him and waited outside the door with crossed arms.

You heard the muffled sounds of water running, and you guessed Minho would come out soon. You tapped your finger on your arm, not because you were impatient, but because you were in deep thought about the way the girl kept tugging at your boyfriend's sleeve to keep his attention on her.

“Y/n? You didn't stay at the table?”

You looked at Minho as he wiped his hands on his trousers. He was looking at you with a surprised expression. He didn't expect you to be waiting for him here.

“Is everything alright?

- Can I switch places with the girl next to you?

- Why?” He furrowed his brows a little and you stared at him, dumbfounded.

“She's been flirting with you and touching you the whole night.

- My boss has been doing the same with you and I didn't plan on saying anything about it.

- But I'm talking about it. I don't wanna have your boss’ hand on me and I don't want to see that girl all up on you the whole night.

- Are you mad at me?

- No?” It was now your turn to furrow your brows. You weren't sure if he was just teasing you, and you weren't mad, truly. But, if he kept talking like that, you might be.

“You don't trust me? You haven't seen how I've not been returning her suggestive glances all along?

- I trust you, Minho. I just want to be next to you.”

He grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him and now you were angry. How could he assume your mood and to add fuel to the starting fire in you? You could very well just go back home at that point.

“Talk to me when you don't have that attitude anymore or I'll make sure to do something about it,” he said at a low volume just for you to hear, as if you were in a crowded room.

He let go of your wrist and you followed him back to the table just to grab your coat and make up a lie to leave. You didn't even share a glance with Minho, you completely ignored him and you called a taxi since he had the keys to the car.

Oh, if he dared to talk to you like that again when he'd come back, you'd slap him across the face. No regrets.

Once you were home, you stormed into your bedroom to change into your nightgown, not even bothering to take your makeup off. You only wanted to sleep, to forget that woman who stole all of your boyfriend's attention. You also wanted to forget about him for a while.

“He's the one with an attitude!” You said out loud in a sudden outburst of frustration and you kicked the bed sheets off of you. You turned the lights off and you fell asleep with a visible frown on your face.

“Why'd you leave like that?” Was the first thing you heard when Minho turned the lights on, making you groan and hide your face with your arm.

“Fuck, Minho. I was sleeping,” you complained, but he didn't seem to feel empathy about it.

“I don't fucking care, you made everyone think that I'm not good to you. You were seriously mad about the girl?” When you finally opened your eyes, he was still standing by the door with his arms crossed and the sleeves of his button-up shirt rolled up.

“If you keep talking to me like that, then I'll start thinking you're not good to me either.

- Oh, really?” He shut the door before walking over to you. You were still lying on the bed, so he leaned down to properly look you in the eyes. “You wanna try it out? Fucking make me mad and you'll see how bad I can be.”

Oh, right now wasn't the time to be turned on. But his clenched jaw and sharp eyes just above you made you shift uncomfortably in your position and you shifted your gaze away from him in shame.

“Look at me,” he snapped his fingers to grab your attention back and you looked up at him with big eyes, empty of any defiance they had before. You hated how shy he could make you because that meant he'd always have the last word with you. But he radiated dominance, especially when he was annoyed like this.

“You see how stupid it was to start all this? I'm not in another woman's bedroom right now. I already told you I don't give a fuck about anyone else but you. I'm the one who has to make sure you're not being stolen away from me. Haven't you seen how all my coworkers looked at you? Probably not, mmh?” He was stroking your cheek slowly and it made you shiver. “That's just how good I am to you. I make sure you stay with me and that no man can touch you.”

You batted your eyes at him without any answer. He was hard to read. You didn't know how serious he was, but it made you squeeze your legs together. He leaned further down so his lips would only ghost over yours before he whispered to you:

“I can tell you're turned on right now. I'm not giving it to you tonight. Brats like you don't deserve to get dick.

- Min!” You whined in protest, but he only scoffed before straightening up. He walked over to the full-length mirror, undoing his tie and carelessly throwing it to the floor. From the reflection of the mirror, he could see you were now on your knees on the bed, waiting in silence for him and he raised an eyebrow at you as he undid buttons of his shirt after having untucked it from his pants.

“What? I told you, I'm not fucking you tonight.

- Please.

- You have to learn to talk better with me. You can't just get anything you want like that. Besides, it's late.

- I'm sorry, I- I was just insecure. Please, Min, I need you,” he loved seeing you desperate like this and he did want to fuck you, but he also wanted to stand by what he told you.

He didn't bother to undress further before walking back to the bed and your eyes filled with hope.

“I want you on all fours. Take your panties off.”

You almost immediately obliged and your panties were eagerly tossed to the floor before you did as he asked, lifting your silky dress just a little so he could get a good view of your ass and already wet pussy.

“Look how easy it is to be a good girl,” he softly rubbed your ass before giving it a firm spank, making you yelp and bury your face into the pillow to muffle your whines. He lifted your dress further up with both hands. He was slow at doing it and it tickled your skin. He was on the bed too now, just behind you and his thigh was just against yours.

“But you know you still got to do better, right?” He soothed the spot he had just slapped as he kissed your shoulder too before leaning away again and giving more attention to the lower part of your body.

“You can and will be satisfied with my fingers only. You don't need more,” he slid one finger along your folds, spreading your wetness all over your pussy as he found your sensitive clit. You moaned into the pillow in desperation while he roughly rubbed it, his other hand squeezing your ass before spanking it again and easing the pain by stroking the reddening skin.

You were already whining loudly and squirming, trying to get away from his hands to stop yourself from cumming already. He tutted at you and slipped a finger into you to make you stay where you were and a sob escaped your mouth. He curled it to reach your g-spot and you bent your knees a little more to the pleasure before going back to your initial position to bury your face in the pillow again. He was going so fast already and your ass stung due to the slaps he landed on it.

“Min, please,” you tried speaking, but you were so unable to talk properly that your words got stuck in your throat.

“Shh, baby. It's alright. I'll make you cum, don't worry,” he added another finger to add precision to his actions, his free hand snaking down your lower abdomen to find your clit. You shook under his touch and you could feel you were close; you felt as if you were going to pee, which made you sob a little louder. You were completely writhing and Minho savored every second of it, the sounds of your moans and the squelch of his fingers working on your pussy making him smirk and lick his lower lip.

“You close? Gonna be good and cum for me? You can do that, right?”

You moaned loudly in response, he could feel you clench around his fingers and right when you were going to go over the edge, he removed his hands from you, making you cry in frustration and reach for his hand. You were literally so close to orgasming that you figured if you made the slightest move, you'd cum without him even touching you. You heard him laughing behind you and he lowered his head to your aching pussy to blow at your clit, making you fall apart and moan uncontrollably.

“Fuck!” You sobbed as your arms and legs shook, they would soon give in and you'd fall flat on the bed. But, before that could happen, Minho turned you around and your back hit the mattress instead of your chest and you were met with his almost evil smile.

“Aww, look at you. Your makeup’s all smeared, baby,” he wiped your tears with his thumb. “Why are you crying? Not satisfied?”

You weakly wrapped your hands around his arms to pull him closer and he trailed his lips from your cheek to your lips, his tongue occasionally tangling with yours as a hand subtly made its way back to your swollen pussy.

You gasped and your whole body shook when he pinched your clit, making him redirect his kisses to the corner of your lips. You could feel his smile and he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud, slowly rubbing it.

“Min, ‘m too sensi- ah,” you choked out a moan and your legs closed around his wrist. Nonetheless, he continued what he was doing and he shook his head as he pulled away from you.

“Gonna make sure you sleep after this. You can handle it.

- No, I can't,” your eyes got watery again and he spread your legs forcefully. It was safe to say that his dick was throbbing in his pants, craving you, but his self-control was crazy. He'd just have to go jerk off in the bathroom while thinking back at your tear-stained face, your dripping pussy and at the way you clenched around his fingers. He'd be satisfied with only this.

“You gonna cry again? My baby's too sensitive? Too bad she's been disrespectful with me. Now she has to live with the consequences,” you weren't even listening to what he was saying. One sentence entered by one ear and directly left from the other. You were spasming with every time he'd touch you at a certain spot, then you'd let a moan and a sob escape your mouth as he pinched your nipple through your dress.

“I like seeing you like this,” he captured your lips with his, biting softly on the lower one from time to time. It was fast for your second orgasm to build up and this time he didn't want to ruin it.

“Min!

- I know, I know,” your nails dug into the skin of his arms, probably leaving marks that would leave after a few minutes. He hadn't fingered you, he'd only been abusing your clit the whole time and it felt just as good as anything he could've done to you. In fact, you'd never been crying like this during intimate times.

“I'm gonna… Gonna- ah-

- Go on,” he buried his face into the crook of your neck, putting more pressure on your clit, making you shake and squirm again, but this time you were way louder. Your back arched as much as it could, your chest was pressed hard against his and he guided you through your second (and last) orgasm of the night.

You were a panting mess. He stayed close to you for a few minutes so you could both organize your thoughts in your heads and he left one last kiss on your neck before pulling himself away from you with an apologetic smile.

“I'm sorry I made you mad, baby,” he put a strand of your hair behind your ear and your eyes fluttered closed. “You should go to the bathroom before sleeping, okay? I'll help you take off your makeup.”

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stardew-shitposterino · 6 months

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Stardew Valley Bachelors and how they deal with their secret crush on the farmer

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BEHOOOOLD! I’m kind of back but I’m not because I have a job and feel tired most of the time. I still need to get used to adult life. Anyway, here are the bachelors and how they deal with having a fat crush on you, you cutesy farmer person covered in filth!

Contents might be a bit NSFW so MINORS…you know what not to do *fights them off with a stick*

Enjoy my brainrot 🍓🥰

Sam:

-Sammy is a cute little guy, almost like a dog wagging it’s tail when they see their owner.

-he is SO BAD at hiding it

-he will dream about you two jamming on a big stage together. In his ideal world, you two are a successful duo who make noise rock (kind of like the white stripes minus the weird siblings or married controversy)

-Sam will write songs about you. It’s not intentional per say, and he thinks he really sucks at writing love songs, but it just happens whenever he has to think about you. The words just start flowing.

-he might or might not have had some steamy shower fantasies about you…while in the shower. Jodie keeps complaining about the water bill being unusually high 👀

-yet, Sam is usually not too horny when he is in love with you. He is more gushy and daydreamy than anything

Sebastian:

-homeboy works with nightcore versions of love songs to cope with his longing

-he isn’t the type to show his feelings so openly, so no one really notices his crush on you. Maybe Sam, but well, he is Seb’s best bud. Of course he can tell

-He notices how his sleep has improved since having a crush on you. He willingly goes to bed earlier to have some time to imagine scenarios of you two

-just you and him together on his cool ass motorcycle, driving into the night and ending it with a passionate kiss (sounds familiar?)

-well,,, let’s just say Seb is increasingly horny since having a crush on you. Before, he was almost certain he is some sort of asexual, but nope 😃 he’s healthy and extremely down bad for the filthy farmer who eats raw fish out of the pond 🥰

-what I mean by horny? Uhhh… he didn’t really need to rely on certain websites to satisfy his needs, that’s for sure 👀

Harvey:

-Harvey is a good man. A very good man

-god bless his soul 😫

-Harv isn’t the type to have crushes easily…I can’t believe it either, considering his crush on Maru who is way younger than him 💀

-but in my head, he isn’t the type to be all lovey dovey over someone. That’s why he’s so bad at hiding it. But you don’t really notice. You just suspect it but it could also be his usual anxiety lol

-it happened anyway😎 and he doesn’t know how to cope. At all.

-he has to think about you at all times, especially when he looks at the empty jars of delicious pickles you’ve made him

-This man is usually collected, but now?! He forgets everything, can’t even form a comprehensible sentence at times when his mind is busy thinking about a romantic picknick date with a lovely farmer

-Harvey’s libido is pretty much a dead beat horse 💀 but now he even feels the desire to do some nasty nasty at times. It’s still pretty tame, he’s a gentleman through and through, but wild for him to have those feelings and longings after what feels like decades. He’s not mad at it. He has felt low-key dead inside for so long so this is very exciting and he’s eager to explore this side of him…despite being anxious 😭

Elliott:

-bet your ass he’s the prince of crushes

-he is very dedicated and welcomes those refreshing feelings with a kiss

-feeling better than usual AND having inspiration to write ?! SIGN HIM UP

-he will use every chance he can get to talk to you, maybe even get you drunk (in a non creepy way) because he likes when you’re unapologetically authentic and let loose. It makes him feel more in touch with your soul (or some shit idk I’m not a poet)

-Elliott is NOT SUBTLE

-you practically know from the start that he has the hots for you, but it’s kinda funny seeing him try to pretend it’s not that way…if you can even call that pretending not to be 😭

- his passion doesn’t end at his artistry. This guy will spend a lot of time in his shower thinking about what could be, or sitting at the docks at night just staring at the sea (he’s NOT doing anything nasty in public, peeps. Don’t get it twisted)

-I can also see him recreate a romantic bedroom date he’d love to have with you…but it’s just him 🤷🏼‍♀️ self care king 👑

Shane:

-like Harvey: HE CANNOT COPE!

-he hasn’t felt like this since high school. Every other encounter with potential partners was surface level and only based on sexual satisfaction

-so caring about you, thinking about what makes you happy and how he could be the reason you smile every day, that’s a lot for him

-as stupid as it sounds, he spirals and becomes low-key miserable over it. Give this man a 101 lesson on how to process emotions 😭

-despite the constant anxiety he feels, he low-key enjoys it. It’s kind of hopeless as well as pointless in his honest opinion, but there is this believe, that 0.00001% chance (in his mind) that he could turn his life around and be happy with you, married and maybe have a child of his own one day

-but that’s wishful thinking, riiiiiiight? So what does a self loathing piece of alcoholic man do instead of making a move? Yeah, self pleasure even more than usual, to get at least a bit of serotonin and the willpower to get his shit together, at least for you if it isn’t for him. He’s pretty rough with it too (ouch, unless you’re into that)

-sorry bros but him having a crush is not really all that cute. He’s my cutie pie, but let’s be real: him dealing with those feelings he tried to shut off for so long will be tragic in a way. He’s battling his inner demons here. So yeah… :(

Alex:

-my man, my maaaaan 🥰

-he has earned a soft spot in my heart, bless his soul

-so Alex has a crush on you from the start, it’s basically canon

-can he show his feelings? Yes! Can he do that in a way that can be read as the feelings he tries to get across to you? NO!

-low-key bullying is his love language 🥰

-at least in the beginning. He’s a bit anxious and fears he isn’t good enough for you, so he doesn’t try to be authentic. Being the jock jerk everyone expects him to be gets a reaction out of you and that’s better than nothing, right?

-he’s neither the poetic nor the intellectual type, so he doesn’t process his emotions by writing them down or putting them into words. Just imagine him going about his work-out routine, just thinking about your beautiful smile and rocking bod while sweating like a hog

-Alex and quiet ? Yes that’s possible. I imagine him to go quieter than usual since having a crush on you. He processes everything internally and that takes a lot of time for him as he usually just shrugs off his emotions and doesn’t try to brood too much on them. But now?! He can’t but blush in silence as he just imagines how soft and small your hands must be next to his (yours are way more impressive than his and calloused to the gods, but let him have this moment)

-when it comes to being nasty…Alex is a serial romantic. We know that he probably was the lady’s man back in school so he probably got some action one way or another. In other words, man has the libido of a teen that just hit puberty 💀

-despite being quite horny, he was able to manage to just do it every other day. Now, he cannot even get out of bed in the morning before doing it as you pester his dreams and make his hormones go crazy first thing in the morning…so many nice boxer shorts were lost along the way 🫡

-he also did his own laundry for the first time during that period lmfao

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv shane #sdv bachelors #sdv Alex #sdv Sam #sdv Elliott #sdv Harvey #sdv sebastian #sdv headcanons #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley shane #Stardew valley Sam #stardew valley sebastian #Stardew valley Elliott #Stardew valley Alex

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Geto Suguru Headcanons

Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Geto Suguru x female reader.

SFW:

Doesn't let anybody touch or play with his hair, expect for you.

Geto calls you babe and princess. He calls you babe more often, princess is reserved for special romantic moments where he feels like he's not really on earth and is floating.

His touch is delicate, like he's afraid he's going to break you. It's feather light.

Knuckles swiping over your cheek and a tiny smile on his face as he does so.

Geto is definitely not a morning person at all.

He'll groan and mumble, pulling you closer and snuggling his head into the curve of your neck.

His morning grumpiness makes you giggle and laugh at him.

His eyes are always on your, peering and admiring.

Geto is very silent and subtle when he wants your attention.

He'll grab your hand and inch closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You'll lean on him and Geto will gather his arms around you.

He prefers spending quality time with you, watching movies or just sitting in silence together.

He'll cook with you or literally do anything with you just be by your side.

He can become jealous, but he won't say anything. His eyes will though.

He'll glare at a man, eyes glaring up and down as a warning sign.

There is never such a thing as too much PDA to Geto.

He'll usually just his hand on your lower back or an arm wrapped around your waist.

Geto has no problem pulling you aside and pinning you against a building to make out.

He likes the sense of danger when there's a crowd of people around.

He low-key wants to get caught with his tongue inside of your mouth.

The two of you play fight all the time and you usually start it, saying you could easily beat him in a fight.

Geto will cock an eyebrow and start to crawl over to you, a devious smirk on his face.

You giggle endlessly as Geto pins you to the ground, hands above your head without to run to.

If you're ticklish, his hands will attack your sides or wherever you're weak at.

These playfully fights usually end out in make out sessions or more... ;)

Geto loves his bury his head into your neck, nose pressing against your skin and breathing in your scent.

"God, I love the way you smell," he'll whisper, nibbling on your earlobe.

He loves to nibble on your earlobe and tug on it.

Geto doesn't say I love you a lot. He just expresses it through his physical actions.

He only says it for special occasions; leaving for a mission, whispering it in your ear right before you drift off to sleep, or whenever you're bathing together and his arms are wrapped around you from behind.

NSFW:

This man has me chewing on my fingernails. All I have to say is welcome to pound town.

Geto usually likes to be pretty rough with you, a hand wrapped around your throat and controlling your pulse as he's thrusting into you from behind.

Geto loves doggy or anything where he can pound into you from behind.

He loves seeing the tears slip down your cheeks as you're begging him for more.

Geto's eyes roll into the back of his head when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

He won't push your head or anything.

He loves watching you on your knees, bobbing on his cock.

Geto will wear a wryly smirk on his face, knowing that you pleasure him so well.

He definitely overstimulates you and he won't stop thrusting even after you both cum. He just keeps going, your whines, whimpers, and moans filling the room.

It turns you on so much when Geto lets his hair down, tickling your skin or face.

I have a feeling that he's mostly dom, but he'll let you ride him, but he's definitely still in charge.

His hands on your hips, guiding them and allowing his cock to sink back inside of you.

He's cocky in bed, whispering such dirty, degrading things to you.

He can also praise you, it really depends on the kind of day he's had.

He likes to be super mean in bed, making you beg from him to allow you to cum or edging you.

I think he's low-key kinky...

He's got fuzzy handcuffs just for you.

He loves to see you squirm and struggle to hold yourself together as his touch is gentle and slowly edging you to your release.

This man will literally start to drool if you have lingerie and wear it just for him.

He'll worship your body, hands teasing every curve and his lips sucking on your skin.

He's aftercare is pretty basic.

Geto will easily swipe you up from the bed and carry you in his strong arms into the bathroom.

He'll usually run a bath for you, having you sit on the counter as he carefully cleans you up.

He takes his time, running the soft cloth over your skin.

Geto usually falls asleep before you do, arms squeezed around your body.

His forehead pressed up against your arm or side, your fingers carding through his raven hair.

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4imhry · 7 months

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tutor-in-disguise/fuckboy!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: his fuckboy reputation made your crush on him slightly lessen until recently, he was hired to tutor you without you knowing. you could never be more fucked up at the fact the fuck boy next door was hired to tutor you. big brain came up with a godlike features and a prince charming like charms? absolutely enough to get your knees buckle.

you woke up with beads of sweat forming on your forehead. you were hyperventilating at the fact you just had a wet dream and the boy next door you low-key had a crush on is in it.

a pool of wetness appear on your shorts causing you to let out a grunt. yes. you were still horny. the image of sunghoon being on top of you, railing you inhumanly got you slipping your hand inside of your shorts.

nonetheless, half way nearing to your orgasm, you got reminded again that was your neighbour you were fingering yourself to. it made you slipped your fingers out of your dripping cunt.

“fuck.” you cussed frustratedly.

you cringed at the thought of sunghoon kissing you. it unbelievably felt real. that was very odd you thought. the fact he looked insanely attractive in the dream made you shut your eyes in realisation you don’t want to find yourself falling for the fuck boy next door.

your head were still preoccupied with the dream of sunghoon railing you–practically drilling you until you rolled your eyes in pleasure. you then thought if this was the consequences of watching your neighbour watering the plants in a compressed sleeveless T-shirt.

you couldn’t blame your hormones for acting up too quickly just by the seeing of an attractive young man. for instance, it happened to be a young man named park sunghoon. he was attractive. very attractive.

not that you wish he would actually fuck you but both you barely talked to each other or whatsoever despite going to the same school or living literally next to each other.

“y/n?” the sound of faint knocking sounds could be heard.

“yes, mom?” you scurried on your feet and swung the door open.

“will you dressed up properly because we got something to discuss about with a person I hired to tutor you.” before you get to open your mouth in protest, she peeked a bit to see what the latter was up to downstairs.

“the boy is downstairs. he’s very charming.” your mother smiled in glee. “I,m sure you would have liked him–”

“you hired someone without asking me?” you ignored your mother’s comments about the unknown person. “background check is important, mom.”

“because I wanted to surprise you, my dear. I noticed you have been keeping an eye on him.” your mother nudged you on the elbow with a teasing smile yet expression remained stoic. she noticed you have been keeping an eye on him?

who is “him” in question?

she slung an arm around your shoulder and her other hand waving around, drawing a nonexistent vision board in the air. “don’t worry. I have met his parents and throughly did a background check on him.”

your jaw dropped onto the floor the moment your eyes fell on the familiar figure sitting at the living room with all smiles on his face, talking to your dad. his hair was neatly styled and the scent of his cologne slowly infiltrating your senses as you approached him.

your dad excused himself as soon as you sat at a couch near sunghoon, leaving only the two of you. “hey.” he began.

his voice knocked you out of your thoughts. “hey.”

“we should get along since we’re mostly going to spend a lot of time together.” he reached his hand out and you unknowingly, found yourself staring at him, too dazed by his unbelievably unreal looking features.

moreover by the fact you dreamt of him before meeting him right now was creeping you out.

he lifted an eyebrow, glancing at his stretched out hand briefly before looking back at you. “oh.” you cleared your throat and grasped his hand, lightly shaking it. “yeah we should.”

a subtle smile can be seen on his lips. you found you heart pounding at the small gesture. you can’t let sunghoon affected you just like he did to others.

“so, are we starting tomorrow?”

“yup. 2 hours session every monday until wednesday.” he pressed his lips into a thin line and opened his mouth again. “do you prefer afternoon session or night session?”

“whatever works best for you, sir–”

“I believe we’re the same age and I should be the one asking you that.” he tilted his head to the side a bit, a single strand of his hair fell on his forehead.

your lips parted for a sec before continuing. “alright. um, night session. my brain works best at night.” your eyes not being able to me his which looking intensely at you at the moment. “i found myself not being able to process information properly if I study during afternoon. I easily got sleepy.”

“very well then. night session it is.” you can feel his gaze raking all over your face, not in a weird way of course nonetheless the boy was trying to take in how endearing you seem in his eyes.

he saw you at school before from afar but he haven’t had the chance to see you up close, not at this distance to see how pretty and innocent looking you looked.

the boy able to sense the discomfort feeling you were feeling. “are you alright with me tutoring you? did you agree with the whole thing in the first place before I come here?”

you eyes averted to your mother coming from behind him, with a tray of tea cups in her hand as she settled them down on the table. yes.” you said unhesitatingly, averting your attention to your mother.

he knew the answer weren’t a genuine one.

🐧

“HE IS GOING TO TUTOR YOU?” yunjin shrieked, receiving a few judging stares from people passing by the two of you.

you mumbled a thank you to the seller before linking arms with yunjin, immediately dragging her to an empty table. “lower down your voice.” you sternly replied.

she muttered a small sorry before properly clasping her hands on the table with a demanding expression on her face which reads spill-all-the-goddamn-tea. “i had no idea she would hired him out of all those potential tutors in this state.” you rolled your eyes.

“hey, you should be happy about this. you basically got the chance to got him wrapped around your fingers and woo over you.” she sarcastically cocked her head to the side, her blonde hair swaying a little.

“why should i when there’s a rumour lingering around he fucked like 4 girls a week just to get off?”

“okay but still.” she lifted an eyebrow as she took a bite of her sandwich. “guys with experience are so good in bed.”

she sighed when you remained a stoic expression. “what happened to your undying crush for him? you liked him a few years ago.”

“but that was a few years ago.” you grunted and buried your face in your palm. “the rumour ruined my impression on him. i thought he was a goody two shoes with no drama.”

“but that’s what makes him more interesting.” you looked at yunjin with widen eyes who was staring at you with determination on her face, encouraging you to keep liking sunghoon.

“nah not for me i,m good.” yunjin’s smile fell.

“you’re saying it as if you’re gonna move on from him that easily. sunghoon’s charm has a chokehold on you for 4 years, y/n.” you pouted at your best friend’s comment because apparently what she said is true.

it won’t be easy because it’s park sunghoon we’re talking about. “being near him often would ignite your feeling for him again.” she smiled, taking the last bite of her sandwich before caressing your other hand.

what yunjin said was presumably to be true. seeing him again up close with a considerably close distance for you–his strong charismatic and expensive aura radiating from him allures you in, as if chanting a mantra your head, telling you to forget about your move on attempt.

“how’s your day, y/n?” hearing your name rolled of his tongue made you tense up in your seat. “i want to hear about your day.”

“good i guess. nothing interesting happened today.” you uttered flatly. “how about you?”

“same goes for me. but I could say jake, a friend of mine failed to woo the girl he likes. it’s so funny.” he chuckled, reminiscing how flustered his friend looked when the girl lacked of reaction the moment the Australian asked her out.

“I think that’s one of the interesting thing that happens today..” he trailed off, his eyes fell on you who already looking at him. those doe eyes of yours. they’re really something isn’t it?

“so,” he cleared at his throat and glanced at you momentarily before took one of his books and placed it at the table, “which topic you’re struggling with? you may ask as many questions as you want.” sunghoon leaned back, his eyes raking all over your face.

you flipped over the page of your textbook to the topic you’re struggling with. he nodded and without wasting anytime, as if he switched into a different person, he got into a teaching mode. sunghoon’s voice becoming more precise and stern as he explained about the topic.

however, the boy was aware to not sound too intimidating because he wants you to be comfortable around him. “so, do you understand everything so far? am I taking things too fast?” you shake your head and he smiled in relief.

“good girl.” he didn’t fail to notice the slight smile on your lips when he praised you. he picked up his chair and decided to sit next to you. you kept wondering if he was doing this on purpose because his hand often brushed against yours whenever you pointed you struggle at a certain question.

“how bout this one? it’s different from the questions I did earlier.”

“it’s pretty easy actually.” he smiled and proceeded to take one of his pencils, leaned slightly closer to you and explain the precise calculation of the question. firstly, you knew you failed at being attentive and most importantly, failed at an attempt to move on from sunghoon.

his god like features was insane from up close. the way one strand of his hair fell on his forehead just make his features look more..alluring? your breath hitched when he suddenly turned towards your direction, your lips were inches from his.

“do you get it now?”

“y-yeah.” no. you didn’t understand a thing other than staring at him for a good minute.

…

“this part is going to be a little difficult because you gonna need to memorise–” his eyes averted from the textbook to you who had fallen asleep, your cheek slightly squished which was perched on your palm.

you were adorable. the sight before him unexpectedly made him folded. hard. light snores coming out of your pretty lips just made his heart pounded faster.

“it’s been 1 hour. you deserve a break.” he whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear to get a better look of your face. a small smile made its way to his lips.

you let out a whine, switching your position to burying your face in your palms. he chuckled at the sound you just let out. the simplest gesture you made was enough to pull his heart strings.

he had never felt this way before. he surely did fucked around a lot however he was never the one to catch feelings. nonetheless, you were different. he gradually founded himself grew more fond of you the longer he laid his eyes on you.

sunghoon had this feeling you’re a fragile and an innocent glass which should be protected from all the harm in the world however at the same time, wouldn’t it be nice to have you arching your back for him, hearing your sweet voice screaming for his name.

he ran his slender fingers through his hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he observed your sleeping state. what has gotten into him?

…

sunghoon joined your family to eat dinner since you parents keep insisting him to do so. the boy had no choice but obliged; watching how your parents seem so happy and welcomed to have him here.

you knew it was wrong to still fantasies about your hot neighbour even when he’s sitting beside you. the way his biceps flexed when he picked up a dish or picked up a glass of juice was enough to make your underwear pooling with arousal.

you barely eat, not when he grazed his long fingers on your exposed thighs. you wondered if that unintentional but it was clearly not when he let his large hands rested on your thigh for more than 10 seconds.

you drew in a sharp breath the moment he squeeze your thigh, earning both of your parent’s attention.

“this spaghetti is a little spicy than usual.” you forced a smile and fortunately, your parents agreed and threw a few remarks here and there.

“yeah. did the restaurant change the chef?” your mother wondered.

“whatever. it makes this spaghetti tastes better.” your dad beamed.

you silently let out an exhale as you took a glance at sunghoon, mouthing “what.are.you.doing?”. your eyes then briefly fell on his huge arm which was still resting on your thigh. “get your hands off me.”

sunghoon smirked at your reaction, finding it endearing. “feisty.” he mouthed before taking the last bite of his spaghetti. you rolled your eyes, harshly smack his arm, causing him to wince as he rub it and his lips broke into a small smile later.

the interaction between the both of you were noticed by your parents, noting it as a friendly exchange.

his hand then slowly crawled up to your inner tight, a subtle smirk formed on his lips when he realised you’re wearing a skirt. good choice.

he softly caress your inner tight, then play with the hem of your panties which barely cover your core. your breath hitched when his long fingers pushed your panties aside, giving him access to rub your clit.

You whimpered softly, however the sound was drained out due to your parents immersive talking about their company. Your chest heaving up and down, your hand tightly gripped onto his thigh as he played with your wet folds and circling your clit sensually.

faint wet and squelch sounds can only be heard by the two of you. “h-hoon..” you whimpered as he began slipping his two fingers inside of you. he bit his lip due to how hot you looked–lips parted, your chest heaving heavily, your core dripping with arousal.

he wanted to take you on right then and there.

“fuck.” he murmured. you shut your eyes in pleasure as your head lowered, not wanting your parents to see the state you were in however sunghoon occasionally flashing smiles at you parents as if nothing happened. his hands surely work wonders, thrusting in and out of you.

he then turned to you, softly smiling as he fingers you while his thumb rapidly rubbing your clit, sending shockwaves to your whole body. “you like that?”

you nodded eagerly as you bucked your hips up for more friction. sunghoon can’t deny he was getting a hard on from watching you whimpering softly and squirming just from his fingers. he was eager to see how you looked like when he ruin you with his cock.

…..

“really? in front of my parents?” you coldly stated as you escorted him to the front door. (forcefully need to escort sunghoon)

“yeah. what about it? maybe they thought we’re getting along.”

“don’t do it ever again. you don’t want that perfect image of yours you created ruined before my parents, don’t you?”

“I thought you liked it when I did that to you.” He said gruffly, leaning closer. his tall figure looming over you.

you got flustered by his comment and looked away briefly. “it’s not appropriate for a tutor to do that to his students.”

“you’re saying that as if I’m not around your age.” he smirks as his finger tuck the hem of your skirt and smoothly pulled you close to him, your body bumping against his. You can clearly feel the bulge in his pants made the tent in his black slacks grew tighter.

“don’t pretend like you didn’t fantasise about me doing such lewd things to you.”

part 2? or nah? ;)

#enhypen #sunghoon #jake sim #jay enhypen #jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunghoon smut #enhypen smut

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withahappyrefrain · 7 months

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Summary: After teasing and disobeying Bob, you get your well deserved punishment.

Warning: Choking (yes this is the bicep choking fic), dash of size kink, lots of sex, oral (both receiving), language, mean dom Bob bc I'm a whore

"Darlin'. Behave." His voice is low, gravely in your ear. His fingers gently squeeze the flesh on your hip. To others, it looks nothing out of the ordinary. Just Bob, whispering sweet nothings to his partner.

If only they knew.

You let out a confused hum, tilting your head up to face his. The smile on your face is innocent, unassuming. The same smile that Jake swears was the key to him figuring out that you were married to Bob, stating that y'all looked like 'you just stepped out of a movie musical from the fifties'.

You didn't wear long dresses and skirts because you felt a kinship to a particular decade.

Rather, the extra fabric made it easier to cover yourself while Bob fucked you in his truck.

Which is exactly what you wanted to be doing right now instead of watching Jake and Bradley argue over a round of pool.

Usually wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your back into his chest did the trick. Apparently watching two grown men argue was too distracting.

So you began to move your hips, subtly grinding your ass against his crotch. Bob simply squeezed the flesh of your hips, sending a subtle reminder back.

That just wouldn't do.

God, you had been aching for him all day. And yes, it was a bit greedy to still want him after he gave up arriving on time tonight in order to eat you out. Truly, you had hoped the act would be enough until you two returned home.

But he just looked so good in his white T Shirt. Bob was always handsome, but you loved it when he dressed casually. The soft fabric of his shirt hugged his muscles that he didn't show very often. It seemed that people often forget that Bob had to stay physically fit for his job, that he also had to do two hundred push ups.

You never forgot.

"Just a little bit longer, then we'll go home. Kay?" Bob whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You nodded your head, despite being unsatisfied with his response. Stilling your body, it appeared that you understood his request.

Bob slung an arm around your shoulder, his hand near your breasts, but just out of reach. Your thighs clenched at the sight of his fingers, thinking about how earlier he had used them to make you come so hard your legs shook.

So your hips began their ministrations again. To onlookers, it looked as though you were simply swaying to the music playing from the old jukebox.

Bob knew the truth.

The grip he had on your hip tightened, his lips trailing from your forehead to your ear, "What did I just say?"

"I like this song," you stated, shrugging your shoulders. It was fun, seeing how far you could push him. Bob was pretty good at keeping up the facade, as if his cock wasn't growing erect underneath his jeans.

If things were up to you, his cock would be growing inside you while your back was pressed into the mattress.

Instead, you were still at the Hard Deck, Bob seemingly determined not to break.

"Y'know I'm gonna fuck you when we get home, right?" He whispered, pulling you closer to him, hoping the promise would be enough to satiate you.

"I know," you said with a sweet smile. No one thought anything odd of your exchange because it looked like a normal conversation you and Bob were having.

If only they knew.

Your hand trailed up from his thigh to the back of his neck. His hair was soft, curling thanks to the hat he had on. That old trucker hat that he always wore when he wasn't in uniform.

Bob let out a strangled grunt upon feeling you tug his hair. The sensation only lasted for a few seconds, your hand moving quickly back to his thigh.

He was stunned, or so he appeared.

His arm swiftly moved up your chest. Your eyes bulged upon feeling his bicep against your neck, restricting your airway.

The action was brief, his bicep gone before anyone could see anything. But the sensation, how easy it was for him to choke you, how he didn't have to move his arm that much because the muscle was so big, remained in your brain, replaying over and over again, your thighs clenching.

"That made you wet, didn't it?' He asked, chuckling. As if he just witnessed something amusing, rather than choking you in public.

"Why don't you go check?"

His stare burned into the back of your head. You didn't need to look, you knew his icy blue eyes were narrower, his nostrils flaring as he thought about what you just implied.

"You heard me," you whispered, words smug.

Bob's hand moved quickly. It wasn't a hard slap, but it made your eyes widened. Within seconds after slapping your face, that same hand was now gripping your chin, tilting it upwards so he could press a kiss to your lips.

No one noticed.

He had been so fast, that it looked like he was simply cupping your chin to kiss you.

How sweet.

No one noticed how his hand was trailing up your thighs, slipping under your skirt, moving towards the space in between your thighs.

No one noticed how his eyes widened when his hand felt your soaked folds rather than cotton.

“This whole night?” Bob asked.

"Wanted to be ready for ya," was the only explanation you gave him.

It was all you needed.

Bob didn't let you get that far into the house. As soon as you reached the living room, your knees were on the carpet. The soft material brushed against your face as your legs were pried apart.

"Ya think you're so big for that fucking stunt, don't you?" His hands were rough, grabbing your hips, pushing them towards his.

A desperate moan fell from your lips upon feeling his clothed erection against your bare ass.

"Should have fucked you right then and there. But you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You couldn't help but let out a needy whine upon hearing the sound of him unzipping his jeans.

"But you'd like that too much, wouldn’t ya?" His voice was sinful, low and gruff as he repeated himself, indicating he wanted a response.

It took some time for Bob to be this comfortable around you. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries, and quite frankly, part of him was worried you wouldn't be into it.

He was so wrong.

For as much as you liked being in charge, there were times where you didn't want to make decisions, to think through every action. You wanted to be daring, to be reckless.

Most of all, you wanted someone to reign you in, to call the shots.

It worked out well, for Bob only had so much control in his daily life. He didn't call the shots, that was ultimately up to his pilot. He couldn't control what others did up in the air.

But in this moment, he could control you. Could mold you to how he saw fit. He could make you cum over and over until your legs shook or edge you till tears ran down your face.

He had options, choices. Something he reminded himself as he felt your bare cunt grinded itself against his denim covered crotch.

His large hand found your ass, roughly grabbing your soft flesh, practically marveling at your curves.

“Only want you Robby. Only you,” You pleaded, your voice music to Bob’s ears.

“God, you’re so soft,” He murmured into your ear, his fingers finding their way to your soaked folds, “Want all of ya.”

You moaned as his fingers thrusted into you, finding that special spot with a precision and quickness that only Bob possessed.

The sound of his name said in broken moans filled the air, mixing with the lewd sounds of your wetness as his fingers continued his ministrations, his thumb finding your clit.

With anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by how desperate and loud you were. But god, his fingers were so thick and made you feel so fucking good. Bob knew your body like the back of his hand, every curve, every spot that drove you closer to the edge.

And you’re so close, you need just a few more thrusts, a few more rough circles drawn on your clit and you would be seeing stars when you closed your eyes.

But you didn’t deserve that. Not after what you just pulled.

Which is why Bob responds to your tears and pleads when he pulls out with a harsh slap against your cunt. Pleasure laced pain courses through your body, your own fingers gripping the rug for purchase.

“Don’t you dare. Turn around and show me how bad you want to come and maybe then I’ll think about it,” Bob ordered. His words caused your walls to clench around nothing.

You maneuvered your body so that you were now looking up at him. His erection was straining against his clothes, his cock impossible to ignore.

Quickly, your fingers found the buttons of his jeans, undoing them enough so you could easily pull down both his pants and boxers to his knees.

Your mouth all but salivated at the sight of his cock, now resting against his abdomen.

Bob had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. It was perfect, not too thick, curved ever so slightly, which allowed him to hit that spot with every thrust.

You moaned as your lips touched the plush tip, tongue lapping up the precum that had formed. The vibrations sent shivers down Bob's spine, a deep grunt falling from his lips, his hands gripping your shoulders.

He used his hands to gently guide your mouth further down his cock. Your cheeks hollowed out, trying to take in as much of him as you could.

"Just like that sweetheart, f-fuck." Bob could maintain his composure thousands of feet up in the air, but as soon as your pretty mouth was wrapped around his cock, all bets were off. Your mouth was heaven and he loved how eager you were to show him you were able to take so much of him now.

Drool began seeping down your chin as your head bobbed up and down, taking in as much as you comfortably could.

His call sign never stood for baby on board.

"Ya want me to come in your mouth? Or that pretty little pussy of yours?" His words made you want to rub your thighs together, an urge you were desperately fighting, not wanting to risk any more punishments.

You looked up at Bob and he wished he could take a picture. Wide eyes and your mouth wrapped around his cock. You were beautiful and all his.

And boy, did Bob Floyd fucking love it.

His fingers gripped your chin, guiding your head away from his cock, "I asked you a question darlin. You gonna give me an answer or do I need to teach you some manners again?"

"I want you to come in my pussy. Please."

Bob chuckled, "So polite for a dirty little girl. Turn around."

And that was your punishment. He'll fuck you, he'll let you come, but you couldn't see him unless he let you. You couldn't kiss Bob unless he wanted to.

He entered you swiftly, eliciting a near scream from you.

"Robby!"

No one had ever made you feel so good, so full before. Bob wasted no time, knowing you were prepared thanks to this afternoon.

"Fuck, taking my cock s-so good, angel," his voice was shaky, his breath hot on your ear. Even if you were in trouble, he couldn't help but praise you.

You tilted your head up, hoping he would act on pure instincts and kiss you.

His lips ghosted over your face, cerulean eyes nearly all but closed as he reveled in the feeling of your warm cunt clenching around his cock.

"S'big Robby, I-"

"Shhh," he pressed his lips to your forehead, "You don't have to think. Just let me use that pretty little pussy of yours."

He snaked an arm around your neck, tightening his grip so his bicep pressed against your throat. Now you had no choice but to look up at him.

Broken, choked gasps filled your living room, swirling with the sounds of Bob's hips meeting yours. All you could do was take it, his cock repeatedly brushing against the spot that made your toes curl and your back arch in pleasure.

Before you met Bob, you didn't think that spot even existed.

"You gonna make a mess all over my cock? C'mon baby, you can do it," Bob flexed his bicep, further restricting your airflow.

That one movement broke the dam. Your legs shook as white hot pleasure ran through your body. Bob, ever the doting husband, was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up while your orgasm took over your body.

"Please don't stop," you're begging and you don't care. Every thrust prolongs your pleasure. All you can focus on, all you care about is your husband and how his cock is sending you to a pleasurable bliss.

"S'pretty, want another one," Bob's chest was pressed against your back, his hand snaking to just above where you two connected.

His fingers, calloused from years of work, felt heavenly on your clit.

The pleasure was now rolling through you in waves. Each thrust, each swipe of your clit sent you reeling. If it weren't for the arm Bob and around your neck and collarbone, you weren't sure you'd be able to hold yourself up.

"C'mon baby, so fucking pretty. Know you got another one in ya. Fuck, you feel so good. C-can't believe I get ya all to myself, love you s'much," his words were beginning to slur, as if he was drunk off of you.

It was one of your favorite parts about having sex with Bob. When his words began to slur, when the only things he could intelligibly say were praises for you, the only thing he could focus on was you.

Between Bob's praises and the circles his thumb was drawing on your clit, your eyes closed as pleasure took over your body again. You were screaming something, could feel your throat strain as you spoke. But what exactly it was, you couldn’t say.

A large hand cradled the back of your head, the other maneuvering your legs so they were wrapped around a lithe waist.

When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on your bed, a pair of blue eyes staring back at you.

"Hey darlin," Bob's voice was soft as his nose glided over your cheek, "Wanna keep going?"

You weakly nodded, your hands reaching up to his hair.

"Use your words darlin," Bob reminded, fucking his head down to press gentle kisses and nips across your neck.

"Want," you whined, causing Bob to sink his teeth into your collarbone, "Want you to come inside me Robby! Please!"

A low, guttural groan came from your husband, "Fuck, how did I get so lucky?"

His mouth trailed down your body, leaving kisses all over. Your fingers flew to his shoulders when you felt his nose brush against your clit.

"Robby, you said-"

"I know," his breath was hot on your most intimate part, "But I just gotta taste ya first, okay?"

Bob couldn't help it and you knew it too. Yes, he got to taste you earlier. He knew it was bad to be greedy, but your cunt was an exception.

So he didn't feel bad when his tongue found your soaked folds, lapping up your arousal. It drove Bob wild, getting to taste you. He had to fight the urge to grind his hips against the comforter, wanting to come inside you.

Your fingers were threading themselves in his sun kissed hair, needing something to hold onto as he groaned against your cunt.

"S'good," Bob moaned, sending vibrations all along your body. Wanting to keep you ready for him, he thrusted a finger inside you.

"Robby!"

Bob simply smirked, knowing your walls could feel the cool, smooth metal of his wedding band. He continues making languid thrusts against that spongy spot, the one that he knows drives you wild, makes your legs shake.

Besides, you were still being punished. You wanted to come so badly tonight, so Bob was going to make you come.

Over and over again.

Your back arched as his tongue continued to lap at your clit, sensitivity surging through you.

While your release came in a smaller wave this round, it was still intense. Your fingers gripped the soft strands of Bob's hair, hips jerking upwards in a shameless attempt to get more of Bob's mouth.

"What's wrong? Thought ya wanted my cock darlin," Bob smirked when he pulled away.

It was impressive how after five years he could still take you by surprise. You open your eyes, his words making you want to sit up.

Instead, your husband's lips crashed onto yours, his large hands pushing you back down to the mattress.

"Asked ya a question darlin. Gonna give me an answer?"

Two could play the game.

Your fingers gripped his hair, nails brushing against his scalp as you tugged on the locks, pulling his head back.

"You gonna fuck me?"

You could only place a few love bites on his neck before you were back on your knees, face against the pillow.

"When did you get so bold?" The rural drawl laced his deep voice, his breath hot on your neck.

"Since you stopped fucking me." That was the final straw. Bob quickly lined his cock to your entrance and thrusted in without a warning, sending you practically reeling.

"Fuck Bob!"

"That's what I'm trying t'do," he snarled, his hips quickly meeting yours.

Any smartass comment died in your throat when Bob's bicep pressed against your neck. God, it was easy to forget how big and strong he was. He tried to hide it, tried to make himself small, make himself blend in by hunching over, by not taking up as much space.

Which was why you loved it when he displayed his strength. He didn't have to flex much, if at all, to have the muscle against your throat, restricting your airway.

"Can tell how much ya love that from the way you're clenching me so tight."

You could only let out a strangled hum of agreement, too busy focused on how fucking full you felt every time he bottomed out.

Bob knew you were getting close. He could tell by the way your breath quickened, your walls clenching around his cock, not wanting it to leave.

Bob was also very close. Had been for quite a while. But he was raised to be a gentleman and you deserved to come several times before he did.

His free hand trailed down to where you two connected. Just a little more attention to your clit and Bob would have you right where he desperately needed you.

All you could do was take his cock, take in the scent of eucalyptus that surrounded him, mixed with the sweat that came from his hard work.

"M'so close," you weakly groaned, fingers finding purchase in your comforter.

"I know, just a little more. You can wait for me, I know ya can. Fuck I'm so lucky, married to ya. Ya gonna take it all too, aren't ya? Fuck, I love ya so fucking much."

He released the grip he had on your throat, turning your head so he could capture your lips once more.

That was what sent you reeling. That's what made you see galaxies when you closed your eyes. The only thing you could focus on was how good he felt, fucking you, coming inside of you, filling you up with everything he had.

For what seemed like ages, you two were frozen in place, trying to catch your breath.

"Darlin, I'm gonna pull out now, 'kay?" Bob finally said, gently pressing a handkerchief to where you two were connected.

"Can we shower after this?" You mumbled.

Bob pressed a kiss to your shoulder, "Course we can."

"With the shower steamer?"

Bob chuckled, "The rosemary one, right?"

"Love ya Robby."

"I love you too darlin'."

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pucksandpower · 8 months

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Grid Kids: Escapades

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: everyone’s favorite grid family takes on their biggest challenge yet … an escape room

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“Alright, who thought it would be a good idea to lock a bunch of F1 drivers in a room and expect them to work together to get out?” Charles grumbles, eyeing the cryptic clues scattered around the dimly lit space.

George smirks, picking up a coded message. “Well you’ve had plenty of practice trying to decipher Ferrari’s strategy lately, so maybe you’ve got an advantage here?”

The room erupts in laughter as Charles feigns a wounded expression. “Low blow, George! Do I not suffer enough already?”

Lando, fidgeting with what looks like an ancient artifact, suddenly blurts out, “Do you think this is like a button or something?” Before anyone can respond, there’s an audible snap and the artifact falls apart in his hands.

“Seriously, Lando?” Max exclaims, shaking his head in amusement. “First my trophy, now this? Hands off everything, please!”

You chuckle, patting Lando’s back consolingly. “It’s alright. Maybe breaking things is part of the puzzle?”

Lance, busy trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, adds, “At this rate, we’re never getting out of here.”

Mick, focusing on a puzzle piece, comments, “We’ve only got an hour, guys. Let’s get serious.”

Sebastian begins delegating. “Alright, George and Max, you handle the codes. Mick, Charles, focus on the physical puzzles. Lance, Lando — just ... try not to break anything else.”

As the room buzzes with activity, you can’t help but think that this is one of the best ideas you’ve had in a while. It’s hilarious watching these fiercely competitive drivers work together in a situation that doesn’t involve cars and tracks.

After a series of (mostly) successful problem-solving attempts, a loud buzzer sounds, indicating you’re out of time. The doors swing open, revealing a grinning staff member.

“You were only one clue away!” she exclaims, clapping. “Not bad for a first attempt!”

Max looks around the room, a smirk forming. “Well, if Lando didn’t break that artifact, maybe we would’ve made it.”

Lando throws his hands up defensively. “Hey! I added character to the room.”

Everyone bursts into laughter, making their way out. Another day, another adventure — this one off the track.

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sebastian mutters, amusement evident in his eyes, as he steps into the living room. There are strings hanging from the ceiling, makeshift locks on the furniture, and “cryptic” clues pinned everywhere, like Look UNDER the couch, accompanied by a not-so-subtle arrow pointing downwards.

You, equally surprised and amused, chuckle. “What in the world happened here?”

Charles steps forward, barely containing his laughter. “Welcome to the Grand Prix Escape Room! Guaranteed to be at least 90% more escape-able than the one we failed at.”

George adds, pointing to a padlocked fridge, “I did the food clues. Trust me, they’re the most challenging.”

Max chimes in, “And Lando ... well, we didn’t let him touch anything breakable this time.”

Lando mock-pouts, “One little accident and suddenly I’m the family menace.”

Lance hands you a paper that reads The KEY to success is WHERE you eat BREAKFAST. He grins, “That’s my contribution. Top tier clue, right?”

Mick has a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “I suggest you look in very obvious places. We wouldn’t want this to be too hard.”

As you and Sebastian navigate through the hilariously straightforward challenges — like the “hidden” key taped directly next to the padlocked fridge or the note on the oven saying THIS IS NOT A CLUE, just wanted to remind you we have pie — it becomes clear that this isn’t about the challenge at all.

It’s about laughter, family, and the simple joy of being together.

After an entertaining fifteen minutes, which involves Sebastian dramatically pretending to struggle with a code that's simply “1234,” you successfully escape.

Mick raises a toast with room temperature champagne (they forgot to place it in the fridge before it was padlocked), “To the greatest escape artists in the world!”

You laugh, “And to the best, most creative grid kids in the universe!”

***

You wake up to the soft chimes of your alarm, stretching lazily before noticing an envelope on your bedside table. Scrawled on it in mismatched rainbow crayons is Mission: Breakfast Heist.

Opening the note, you read:

Dear Y/N and Seb,

Your breakfast has been stolen! To get it back, follow the clues and embark on a thrilling adventure. Also, no cheating by ordering takeout!

The Breakfast Bandits (aka your grid kids)

Amused, you head downstairs, following a trail of strategically placed toast crumbs. In the kitchen, you find another note taped to the coffee machine: To get your morning brew, tell us a joke that’s new!

Sebastian, rubbing sleep from his eyes, joins you and declares, “Why did the coffee file a police report? It got mugged!” Mick appears from behind you, making both of you jump, and hands you two cups of coffee before backing away silently.

Chuckling, you move on to find that on the fridge, instead of a padlock, there’s a touchpad with a question on its digital display: What’s hot yet cool at the same time?

You ponder it for a moment, thinking of all the possible answers. Sebastian, catching on to the playful challenge set by the grid kids, smirks and says, “It’s the Iceman, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, with you playfully nudging Sebastian, “I always knew you thought Kimi was hot.”

Entering K-I-M-I on the touchpad, the fridge beeps in agreement and swings open, revealing a lavish breakfast spread and a note that reads: Breakfast is served! We might have kept it under lock and key but only to make it special. Enjoy!

From the doorway, the “Breakfast Bandits” applaud, their faces beaming with mischief.

Lance grins, “Took you long enough! And Seb, never knew you had a thing for Kimi.”

Charles joins in the teasing, “Seems like there are still some secrets in the paddock!”

Sebastian playfully rolls his eyes, “At least my secret doesn’t involve singing into a hairbrush every night before bed.”

Charles blushes as the room bursts into laughter. “Who told you about that?” he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at Lando, who’s trying hard (and failing miserably) to stifle his giggles.

Lando attempts to defend himself through his laughter, “It wasn’t me! But if we’re confessing, who knew that Seb’s haircare routine involved more products than all of ours combined?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. “Gotta keep the locks looking good, don’t I?”

Max interjects, “Well, if we’re on the topic of secrets, who wants to bet on how many stuffed animals Lando has on his bed?”

Lando gasps dramatically, “Betrayed by my own brothers! Next time, I’m hiding them all in George’s room!”

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Hi!! Can you do a beautiful Y/n reader where she meets the One piece characters and then they have their first thoughts of her? Like what are they're first thoughts? I hope you do it!♡ But it's okay if not! :)

“pretty girl”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· what would be their reaction to meeting such a pretty girl like you?

⠀⠀➧ unlabeled | various!op × f!reader | headcanons

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none, purely fluff...! mistakes may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: sorry for the delay! here's your request! i hope you like it, ehe.

STRAWHATS

meeting you, a pretty girl

monkey d. luffy:

“hey, hello!!”

thinks you're aright, and he wants to be friends with you.

i mean, yeah, you're pretty. but he literally didn't give quite a damn to the most beautiful woman on the seas, who is boa.

though he is quick to turn his head to you when you enter the room.

roronoa zoro:

“ooh, damn.”

low-key thinks you're pretty attractive.

though he doesn't really care much, but he still appreciates your looks.

very subtle about complimenting your beauty, because he doesn't want to be seen being... sweet?

nami:

“shocks! how pretty!”

thinks you're really beautiful.

wants to achieve your level of prettiness, like a real lot.

will ask your skin care routine, hair products, make-ups, etc.

usopp:

“wow.. you're really pretty!”

his jaw will immediately drop upon seeing your beauty.

is also quick to drop a compliment.

will impress you too by his stories that he totally didn't make up.

vinsmoke sanji:

“melloriiineee, ah! how beautiful! is this how the most beautiful woman in the seas looks like!?”

immediately swoons and falls in love with you, i mean, how can he not when you're just so pretty?

turns into your biggest simp.

might actually focus half of his simp attention to you.

nico robin:

“oh? why hello there, pretty miss.”

agrees that you're pretty as hell.

casual and pretty chill with you.

will frequently talk to you about beauty and stuff.

franky:

“ow! what do we have here? well, it's just a suupeeeerr pretty girl!”

amazed by your beauty.

is a mix of robin and usopp—casual, and impresses you all the time.

drops compliments for you frequently.

brook:

“yohohohoho! what a beautiful lady.. may i see your panties?”

says that your beauty is blinding, even though he has no eyes, yohohohoho!

a gentleman and a perv at the same time, there's a no in between.

will play you a song you like if you ever ask him to. won't turn you down at all, bcs why would he do so?

BOA HANCOCK

meeting you, a pretty girl

“imbecile! how is your beauty on par with mine!!?”

not so amused by you being pretty, so she strucks you her iconic pose as she says what's above.

low-key is amazed by you though, like, you're pretty, and strong! just like her!

will not say it though. she's very prideful.

PORTGAS D. ACE

meeting you, a pretty girl

“whoah... you're real attractive, miss. wanna date?”

straightforward and says what he think about you.

you caught his eye faster than light.

and yes, he's down to date you.

CHARLOTTE KATAKURI

meeting you, a pretty girl

“mhm. pretty.”

yeeesss, he thinks you're pretty!

but he doesn't really show or say it, because he can't risk breaking his cool and calm self especially to you.

might ask mama to set up a marriage between you two.

DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO

meeting you, a pretty girl

“ooohh, hey there, beauty.”

fell for you on the sight.

but great. you caught his attention by your beauty. no escaping him now, haha.

will try everything to make you his.

SHANKS

meeting you, a pretty girl

“wow! what a beauty!”

gasps and immediately dashes to you, eager to know you.

now you won't be able to shake him off you cuz—you caught his eye.

will follow you around like a dog, being so attatched with you.

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #monkey d. luffy x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #nami x reader #usopp x reader #sanji x reader #nico robin x reader #franky x reader #boa hancock x reader #portgas d. ace x reader #charlotte katakuri x reader #donquixote doflamingo x reader #shanks x reader

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rainbowchaox · 8 months

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Pissa Headcanon Post:

1) Philza likes to hug Missa with his wings a lot. He is always sorta hovering next to Missa. Missa is cold? Wing. Missa is hot? Wing. Missa is happy? Wing. Missa is sad? Wing. Missa despite this doesn’t realize this is unusual for a avian to be so affectionate. I like to imagine Missa just think this is normal for avians to act like this.

2) Philza is protective of their shared home because in his avian brain that’s their nest. Which is why he is so reluctant to let people access and why he always reminds people it’s “Phil and Missa”. Because it’s theirs. Not his. Missa doesn’t realize this is big. Someone needs to slap his brain with a book about avian courting rituals. Philza has started courting Missa from practically day 1. Missa doesn’t know this. Again someone help him.

3) Missa has been gifted Phil’s feathers and the fact that avians only gift feathers to someone they are courting. Philza would even braid the feathers into Missa hair. As a subtle way to say back off.

4) Missa is taller than Phil. Despite this Phil will pick up Missa easily. I imagine soon into their government assigned marriage Phil realized it’s the best course of option to do to get Missa out of sticky situations. Phil will also perch on his shoulder when he really decides to be playful.

5) Because of Avian instincts Philza really want to preen Missa. But obviously he doesn’t has wings. So instead he tends to play with his hair a lot. And take out whatever debris Missa managed to get in it. He will literally take out like twigs out of Missa hair in front of people once it started bothering him.

6) Missa had to learn quickly how to preen Phil’s wings. And high-key he is the best at preening on the island. Even more so than other Avians. Because boy was high-key must be the best for his husband. Especially considering Phil tends to get his wings dirty easily from all the exploring and adventuring.

7) Like most Avians if you touch his wings randomly Phil would probably attempt some sort of violence. The only people that have unlimited wing access without asking is literally his family and Missa. Again Missa would not realize how big a deal this is. Missa can fully touch Phil’s wings anytime. And knowing Missa would take advantage because softness.

8) Phil avian side immediately found Missa attractive because he was a good singer (a common way for avians to court). Phil is abyssal at singing so the common way he courted is with so much gifts and acts of service.

9) The reason Phil stopped sleeping in the double bed Missa and him shared is because Missa scent left and that made him low key depressed. The main reason behind once Missa came back Philza and him had a massive cuddle.

10) I like to imagine once Missa came back Philza was finally free of most of his stress. His wings not a mess. No eye-bags. Skin clear. Smiling at everything and nothing. And the only thing that happened was Missa coming back. And others that never met Missa and Philza before Missa went away are kinda scared. Because Philza the angel of death himself is all soft and happy. Not dying of stress 24/7.

11) It’s my personal belief that Avians are private but very affectionate. So Philza is actually very affectionate towards Missa. Missa meanwhile can’t handle Philza complimenting him and saying good things about him. Missa is so weak for verbal affection. Please somebody give the poor guy some confidence.

12) Philza is one of the few people that Missa feels safe enough around to take off his skull mask. Most of the island has never seen Missa without his mask.

#special thanks to pepper and co in the discord #pissa #Deathduo #qsmp shipping #Qsmp #I love them your honor

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dollwrites · 16 days

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Dizzy drabbles!!! Okay okay okay…so my idea. Ace (OP) with a reader who’s forced into petplay. Maybe where he’s been really “kind and sweet” and he proposes making her wears ears, collars, and tails but she avidly refuses. So he gets smug and convinces her to try it, but the collar can’t home off maybe? And he spends his time “breaking her into” the role with praises and uses of the word “puppy”. Very random. Kinda specific.sorry if it doesn’t make sense! Thank you!

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Sit pretty, little puppy.” Ace croons, squatting behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the smooth skin of his chest against your shoulders, and the imposition of his knees spread wide on either side of you. his mouth against your ear, breath standing hairs on end. “I’m trying to give you your treat.”

you’d long since crumbled to your knees, unable to withstand his merciless teasing as his fingers caressed your netherlips, slipping between them to run miniature laps up and down your sex, tracing the shape of your swollen clit, and then gliding down over the damp terrain to prod against your opening. however, your crumbling hadn’t stopped him. in fact, he’d simply chuckled and followed, squatting behind your body, keeping his arm pressed tight to your belly while his fingers strummed at your sensitivity.

“Ace… fuck, oh my go—!”

gurgling over your own words, you remember why it’s difficult to breathe. both of your hands creep up to your throat, your nimble fingers slipping beneath the rough leather of the collar he’d slapped around your neck minutes before. you tug against the resilient material, getting nowhere. “T—take it off… can’t breathe…”

Ace sighs. it wasn’t a sigh of annoyance or exhaustion, but one of adoration. he was enjoying this. “If you’re moaning, you’re breathing, girl. Keep whimpering for me, puppy.” you could hear, every now and then, the key to the thick, metal lock on your new accessory jangling in his pocket, but he had no intentions of doing such a thing, and you knew that. he’d been begging for this for much too long, to turn you into an obedient dog. even going so far as to bring out a small, round plug with a fluffy, curled tail attached, which had been promptly pushed inside of you whilst he played with your cunt. “And what a cute, little whimper it is.”

and now, when you start to protest against the collar, you feel a little tug on the floof of the tail, wiggling the plug around in your tight canal, and you mewl and squirm. Ace’s other hand had dropped to your behind, to grab and pull on the tail. a subtle, little tug— all the while, his fingers on your button slide down to hook themselves into your cunny as he shushes you. Ace rains little pecks of hot breath and wet lips over your ear as he mutters, husky and excited. “Uh-uh-uh. The collar’s not coming off, pup. Good girls wear their tags so everyone knows who owns them. You’ve been doing so well already, don’t you want to keep being a good girl for me?”

you thought about bringing out the snark. telling him that you were tired of playing as his pet, and you wanted to go back to being his girl again, but the feeling of his fingers knuckle deep in you, tips rubbing against the tender inner nerves he knew to be there made it difficult to deny him of anything. so, you nod with a low moan. “I wanna be a good girl for you, Ace…”

Ace swoons at this, excited by your submission ( even if it was coaxed out of you by his skillful finger fucking ), and the hand on your tail leaves it, palm pressed against your bare skin, it rubs upwards on your back. “Good girl, good fucking girl…” when it careens between your shoulder blades, you haven’t the time to tense before he pushes you forward, on to all fours. it wasn’t a violent action by any means, but one to remind you of your new position as his favorite mutt. your chest presses close to the wooden floorboards, your ass poked up and angled in his face as he leans close to the cunt he works his fingers deep inside, watching you dribble your arousal over his palm and your own thighs. “Once you’re all trained up, you’re going to make the perfect, little puppy dog.”

#doll’s dizzy drabblin’ ⟡#portgas ace x you #portgas ace x reader #ace x you #portgas ace smut #ace x reader #portgas d ace smut #ace smut #ace #portgas d ace #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece

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