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angrythingstarlight · 3 months
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How would Bucky react if Bee came home one day and had a bouquet of flowers that one of the PTA dads gave her for Malyshka? 👀
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumbleebee
Word Count: Drabble
A/N: Written on my phone, unbeta'd. Part of the bumblebee series.
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Bucky carefully takes the flowers from Bumblebee's hands, his affable grin sliding off his face when he stands up, towering over you.
"Who gave you these?" His voice is deceptively calm, in stark dichotomy with the storm brewing in his keen blue eyes. His darkening gaze sends a shiver down your spine and it takes every ounce of your willpower to suppress your smile. This is probably not the best time to tease your mobster. Bucky knows the answer without even glancing at the card attached to the bouquet, he merely wants confirmation.
"Bucky," you stretch out his name, wrapping an arm around his neck, going on your tiptoes, you smooth the lines forming between his furrowed brows with a light touch. "I barely remember the guy. Chris something I think. It's not important."
"I remembers Mommy. Mr. Cole gave 'em to you and remembers how he—" Bee states a little too helpfully, squishing a stray lavender petal in her palm, blissfully unaware of what she started when she skipped in the house straight to Bucky to show him Cole's flowers."—he wanna touch your butts. You remembers?"
Don't laugh. Don't laugh.
"Thank you, Bumblebee." Bucky sees your lips twitch and a dark, menacing glint creeps over his bearded face. God, he's sexy when he gets like this. One day you'll figure out why that particular look makes your knees weak.
"You welcome, Papa," she sings out. Done with her part in this fiasco, she heads off to her playroom, leaving you alone with Bucky.
"Oh Cole. Right. That one. Yeah, they might be from him," you admit.
"Cole Turner. Farmer. Divorced father of two. Works upstate. Asthmatic." His gaze flicks to the flowers crumbling in his grasp. "Cheap."
Bucky knows all about the farmer, ever since the man first flirted with you. Bucky's been biding his time, content to let you handle him.
Until now.
If the way he's crushing the stems in his large tattooed hand or the way his heady gaze pins you in place wasn't enough to reveal how your mobster feels about another man giving you flowers, his accent slipping out as he lists off what he knows, says more than his words ever could.
Oh, he's furious.
And jealous.
It's not a bad look on him. You glance down and see the veins along the back of his hand, your eyes trailing up to his thick bicep barely contained by his tailored suit, and over to his face just in time to catch his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. Not bad at all.
Still, you can't let him hurt the asthmatic farmer even if Cole can't take a hint.
"James, whatever you're thinking, the answer is no." You clutch the sides of his jaw, making him look down at you. "I don't care about the flowers. Or what's his name. I love you." His expression doesn't change but you see his eyes soften. Pulling him down, your lips brush over his ear as you whisper. "I only want you. No one else. And if you agree to leave him alone, I'll show you how much you mean to me."
He knows that and he trusts you. He's not concerned about that. Bucky believes you're fucking irresistible and he can't blame other men for wanting you as badly as he does. Actually, he can and he will. Bucky drops the flowers and takes your face in his hands, his warm palms brush over your cheeks as he tilts your head back. "I'm going to need a lot of convincing Malyshka. It's going to take all night."
"Promise you're not going to do anything to him."
"I won't hurt him," Bucky offers with a casual shrug.
"Bucky."
"That's the best I can do. And Malyshka, you should be focused on how you're going to handle all the things I'm about to do to you." A smirk pulls at his lips and his unrelenting gaze skates over you in one smooth pass. His voice deepens, the sound vibrating over your skin as his lips find the side of your throat. "Remember what happened the last time you promised to make me feel better?"
Oh.
"I--"
"Don't worry, I'm about to remind you."
The following Monday.
You're dropping Bee off when you overhear Keaton talking to another mother. "We'll need someone to cover Cole's snacks for the rest of the year. I can't believe he up and left like that."
Your eyes widen as you subtly glance over your shoulder, listening carefully while taking Bee's little backpack off.
"What happened?"
Bucky what did you do? Without being too obvious, you take a step closer to the gossiping duo, their voices carrying over the sounds of the classroom.
"Apparently he just inherited a house in D.C. He told Kristen that it was left to him by some uncle but one of the conditions is he has to live there for ten years to keep it," "And get this, right after he finds out about the place, I'm talking two seconds after he hangs up with the lawyer, he gets an offer to take over some vendor that's a mile or two from his new place but they wanted him to start immediately. So he...." Her voice starts to fade as she strolls down the hallway.
No, he didn't. Laughter spills out, you slap your hand over your mouth to conceal the sound and wave goodbye to Bee. You spend the entire walk back to the car teetering between amusement and astonishment.
Bucky's waiting for you, leaning against the side of the car. A gorgeous, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand. But it's the smug grin on his face that has your attention. He doesn't have an ounce of shame in him and you both know he'll do it again.
"You're ridiculous, you know that right?" You say, taking the flowers from his hand. That cocky grin of his widens as he opens the door for you. "And insane."
"Only when it comes to you."
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voxentino · 2 months
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Can you maybe write a NSFW alphabet for Adam? You don't have to if you don't wanna but I'd LOVE to see it >_< <3
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ADAM NSFW ALPHABET
WARNINGS: General NSFW Content, Swearing
A/N: First request done! Hope you all enjoy, I have alotttt of Adam requests so stay tuned!
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Adam doesn’t go all out when it comes to after care, he’s all about the pleasure aspect of sex, the most he’d be doing after sex giving you some kisses and a few compliments, he wouldn’t help clean you up though. (He likes it messy.)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His dick. Literally doesn’t shut up about it. Even when you two are going at it he’s talking about it, stuff like “how does it feel to be fucked by the original dick, baby?”
But you though? Depends on your genitals, if you have a vagina then yeah, that’s his favourite thing about you, because if he isn’t talking about his dick then he’s probably talking about vaginas. If you don’t have one, then it definitely be your ass.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Like I said, he likes it messy, specially likes you messy. I’m talking cumming on your face, your chest, basically you in general he’s down to make a mess of.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Adam will never admit he has a praise kink (but god is it so obvious) He’ll gloat about how amazing and sexy he is when he’s pounding into you because deep down he wants to to agree with him. (If you feed into that, you’re in for a treat)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Adam has had two wives and even after those ships sailed, he’s been fucking around since the creation of earth, anything you could think of doing in bed with him, he’s probably done.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He frequently changes the positions of you two when you’re going at it, but missionary is definitely one of the many he uses more often than some.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Let me just say, this man could be saying some of the most dirty talk to you and then break out in laughter at the slightest thing. If you are sensitive or loud in bed he’ll probably chuckle at your reactions, in a ‘wow this is amusing and hot at the same time’ kind of way and not an asshole type of way (for once.)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps his lower regions relatively short, he’s just too lazy to keep trimming his body hair all the time, plus he’s the original dick after all! In his eyes, literally no one can compare to him, regardless of the physical aspects.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He isn’t too focused on the intimacy aspect of sex, he’s definitely just focused on pleasure, but he does consider your pleasure aswell! He’ll ask you if your enjoying it, etc (he definitely doesn’t want you to praise him, definitely not)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
This man has a high sex drive, I’m talking DAILY and if you’re not available whenever the mood strikes then he’s gotta take matters into his own hands, literally. He’ll definitely bitch and moan about it to you after, saying you have to make it up to him (he’s definitely secretly self conscious of you not being satisfied with him, regarding sex and your relationship, so make sure to calm the man child down so he doesn’t jump to conclusions)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Exposition, he absolutely loves attention and what’s a better way to get attention than sex? If you’re in a serious relationship, he probably wouldn’t be too keen on fucking you in-front of people but he loves the feeling of knowing someone could walk in on you at any moment (of course if anyone did see specifically you naked, he’d at the very least incinerate them)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Definitely on his bed, his number one priority is pleasure, so if he’s doing it anywhere, then it’s gonna be somewhere that at least has cushions.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Like I said, high sex drive. He gets in the mood very quickly. Wearing clothing that’s a bit too tight so it really shows off your body? He’s got a boner. Bend over to grab something? He’s already hauling both your asses to the nearest bed.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He absolutely will not bottom, he needs to be in control at all times and it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to do that with you but he cannot push past letting someone other than himself taking the lead when it comes to intercourse.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Adam definitely wouldn’t complain either way. Having you on your knees, sucking his cock? If he wasn’t already in heaven, he would’ve ascended there by now! He’s also very very good with his tongue, so whichever part he’s going at, trust me, you’re in for a good time.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough is his middle name, he can spend some other time doing gentle shit with you whenever he doesn’t want to pound you into his mattress (which isn’t a lot..)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
With such a high sex drive while having important duties as an angel, quickies are very frequent with you two. Most commonly in the morning before he has to be productive before lute breaks into his home or during lunch where he can slip away.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Anything you can think of doing with him, Adam has probably tried it, he doesn’t mind most kinks, as long as he gets plenty of pleasure out of it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
If you two aren’t short for time, he averages a good three rounds, but after the third round he’s definitely having a nap, not because he’s exhausted but because he’s actually got all his pent up energy out and gets super relaxed that he can help but fall asleep
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s definitely the type of person to say “why would you need toys when you’ve got me?”. It’s many because he worries about not being enough for you and also he just can’t comprehend why you’d need a dildo when you have the original dick??
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he loves to tease you, especially if you’re being bratty, he’d say stuff like “aww.. where’s the attitude from earlier go, sweetheart? Don’t tell me I’ve fucked it all out of you already, I’m just getting started.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s definitely loud, wants everyone to know how good he feels and the word shame is not in his dictionary. As for sounds, he’s definitely a grunt and/or swearing kind of guy.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
100% has nipple piercings, and will try his hardest to pretend to be unfazed by you playing with them. (It’s genuinely so obvious that it isn’t even embarrassing, it’s just funny)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Adam’s dick is 7.7 inches (yes he measured it exactly to the decimals) so whenever you’re talking about his dick, which is frequent, he will remind you of this fact
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Like ive been saying this entire alphabet, sex drive = high. You could even compare him to a rabbit but it’s a pretty close draw
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If you two go at it for awhile, he’ll sleep like a baby but if it’s just one round or a quickie, he’ll probably have more energy afterwards compared to when he started
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leaky-bunny · 9 months
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on vacation right now and i can't stop thinking about how incredibly sexy beach omo with a controlling dom would be. so i wrote a little fic about it. :)
picture it: me sitting in the sand by my dom's side as they're reclined on a nice chair, soaking up sun. it's hot, so i'm guzzling water to stay hydrated and watching the waves ripple and crash against the shore. eventually, i feel my bladder pang, and i stand up to go find a bathroom, only for them to grab my hand and hold me back.
"if you're trying to do what i think you're trying to do, don't. you sit back down, sweetheart."
i agree, shifting in the sand, this time with my legs pressed a little closer together.
time passes and the need gets much much worse. the ocean does nothing to help me, its sounds only driving me closer to the edge. i tug on my dom's arm, voice now a lot more urgent as i tell them i'm going to go in the water, hoping i can secretly let go once my bottom half is fully submerged and hidden. their eyebrow raises, obviously not impressed by my weak attempt at beating the system, but nevertheless they agree and stand up as well. the change in position sends me whimpering, but i try to cover it best i can with a cough (not very successfully though because they clearly hear and smirk). we stroll towards the water, my bladder contracting as i fight the urge to hold myself. despite the beach being calm, it's certainly not empty, and our fellow vacationers probably wouldn't appreciate such a show. the second my feet touch the waves, however, i gasp as a leak forces it's was out of me, soaking into my bikini as my dom pauses by my side.
"what's wrong sweetie, i though you wanted to go in?"
i flinch as another wave laps at my feet, legs firmly pressed together. "nghh, g-gonna pee...."
their eyes turn hard as they scowl, grabbing my hand and dragging my back to our spot in the sand. "no the fuck you're not, i gave you one rule. you are keeping all that piss inside you until you burst, understood?"
i wanna beg, wanna do something to relieve the arousal now coursing through my veins, but i just nod weakly and focus on not letting any more out.
it only takes another 10 minutes for me to leak again, enough to make a tiny wet patch in the sand beneath me. this time, i do moan, eyes glazed with the desire to let go, but my dom looks over and knows immediately what happened. they smile and reach over, pretending to adjust the bottom of my bikini, but instead pressing on the bulge of my bladder, hard and achingly full. another leak sprays out, even bigger than the next one, and with that my last shred of composure breaks.
"please- fuuuck, let me pee master, i have to go so bad and i've been so good, trying my best to hold it in just like you asked me to-"
they shush me, looking around, but finding no one has overhead or seems to care. "alright baby, calm down, i know you've done well for me. dig a little hole in the sand, ok? that'll be your potty."
i nod rapidly, too excited about the concept of finally peeing to be embarrassed by their word choice. my hands work quickly, scooping at the sand next to me until there's a hole large enough to sit over, positioned so my cunt is right above it. i stare up at my dom, eyes pleading, and they smile wickedly. "open your legs baby, show master how wet you are." i do, the dampness on my crotch extremely evident, and they shake their head in disappointment. "i would punish you for leaking, but here is not the place for that. i'm feeling very gracious, so you have permission to pee now. let it out bunny, i wanna see every drop."
the sentence is barely out of their mouth before i let go, the gushing sound filling the air as i piss a torrent. at first, the sand soaks it up almost instantly, but after a while, when the entire hole is soaked, a puddle begins to froth beneath me just like the ocean. i pant and shiver, eyes rolled back into my skull, not even noticing that my dom is staring at me as if they're going to eat me whole.
"good bunny, making a mess in public for me. bet that feels good, hm? i can't wait to show you how fucking horny you make me when we get back to the hotel. master's gonna make you cum so many times your brain will turn as fuzzy as that ocean foam."
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rae-writes · 2 months
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Yo that only fantoms caught me off guard,feel like they will bring mc on the tv for an interview and they will be like "so about that alleged sex tape, were those yours?" i wanna know so fucking bad if they will literally look at each other with knowing looks or just laugh it off lololol🤩🤩
based on this post right here // I'm going based off maybe the brothers and mc were doing a livestream on devilgram (definitely asmo's idea) and one of the comments was a question about the videos that were posted // nsfw mentions...obviously
[feigning ignorance]
Lucifer will brush it off smoothly, denying any knowledge or recognition of this because he knows that people know it's you and him. There's no questioning it, really, but he refuses to speak about it simply because he thinks that videos like these should just be enjoyed without any prying questions about it (but he'd make another if you asked...he kinda actually wants to.)
Belphie won't even acknowledge the question- or your sly grin- because he doesn't get why people are blatantly asking about it when your faces were purposefully not in the video. If they know, they know, and he knows a lot of them know who's in it, but either way, it's none of their business. It's just a video for enjoyment (thaat he has saved to his phone because holy shit you really got him with that one-)
[bashful, isn't outright denying it, but isn't outright agreeing]
Levi's face goes beet red the moment he sees mention about your little video and is a stammering mess. That in itself kind of answers the question, for those that didn't know it was you two, but he still never voices his opinion on it. He's used to how things work on the internet, so he's more in his element than some of his brothers, so as long as his face isn't in the frame, he doesn't really care who knows and who doesn't (also bc he was already planning on making another one with the roles reversed, call him a degenerate, but he's into that shit)
Beel has no shame in the video, or in people knowing who it was, he's just little shy because he really enjoyed making it and seeing the wild reactions in the comment section. He'll give you a little smile and do a little innocent shrug at the camera because no one doesn't know it was you and Beel- he literally can't be mistaken. (And, hey, if they loved it so much, he's down with making another one.)
[Immediately gives a shit-eating grin/smirk and confidently agrees]
Mammon perks up at the mention, eyes shining and mouth curving into the most smug, sexy little grin as he blurts out a cheerful 'yep!'. Like Beel's, there's no way anyone doesn't catch on to the fact it was you and him, and even if they didn't, he's all too happy to admit to the video. It was hot, he's confident in himself and his gorgeous mc, and he knows you both ate up the attention that comment section brought (practically aching to do another video and maybe he'll even do a collab this time.)
Satan's acknowledgement is smooth and almost teasing as he agrees that it was him and you. He doesn't care that the video was taken in the RAD library because your faces weren't in the video, so even at his admittance, he can't get in trouble without solid proof. He loves the fact that anytime a demon walks by you two in the library, if they've seen the video, their faces flush down to their necks. He takes pride in having you like that, wherever he pleases (and he'd love to do it again...maybe this time on Lucifer's student council chair.)
Asmo would never deny it because you both looked so gorgeous! And his face is literally in it, I mean...he was so excited to film and post the video, especially having you as his partner, it was like a dream! He welcomes any questions people may have about it and is over the moon at the attention it's still getting. Outright teases the fact that more are in the making and hopes they'll all look forward to it (especially a certain video plan with another sorcerer he's in a pact with)
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cheolhub · 1 year
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FIRST DATE — KIM MINGYU ࿐
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summary. mingyu doesn’t usually fuck on the first date. emphasis on usually.
wc. 3.5k
warnings. MINGYU W/ A MASSIVE DICK, size kink, oral (m. receiving), deep throating/face fucking, shy baby!gyu (at first ;)), tears ofc, pet names (baby, angel), unprotected sex, mating press, gyu is a needy, pussydrunk boy(but reader is worse lol), slight dumbification, kinda romantic but it’s literally just needy sex— MINORS DNI 18+
note. THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG…. um anyway!! happy birthday mingoo <3 — also @ hyuk4ngel ily dedicating this to u n gyu & thank u to my lovely lu ( @ bowmonde ) for beta reading this!! happy gyu birth to you all <3 (pls excuse typos)
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“i-i don’t usually do this on the first date,” mingyu stutters as you kiss down his neck, nipping and biting at his skin. he lets out a shuddered breath because he can feel the marks you’re leaving. he swears you’re trying to spell your name and it’s making his cock throb in his already tight jeans.
you mumble into his skin, “i don’t either, but, fuck gyu… you’re so sexy, i couldn’t hold back..” your hands find their way under his shirt, feeling him up and moaning when he whimpers at the not-so-subtle touch. 
gyu. you’ve called him by his nickname and you barely know him and, for some reason, it really turns him on. 
he wanted to be a gentleman– wanted to walk you to your door, peck your cheek, and whisper goodnight– but your mutual attraction got the best of you. one thing led to another and you were kissing him outside of your door as soon as he’d agreed to your invitation to come inside. 
you parted from his neck briefly to get inside so none of your neighbors would come outside to see the two of you eating each other alive. as soon as he’d stepped inside and closed the door, though, you pressed him right against it.
“we should move to–” he tries, but he’s interrupted by your lips. you slot them into his and your hands wander down his torso, down his abdomen, down till they reach his belt. 
“what do you wanna do, mingyu~” you seductively whisper against his lips. 
he shudders again, “anything. we can do whatever you want.”
you smirk, “you’re such a gentleman, gyu… you were so sweet at dinner. you picked me up, paid for my meal, walked me all the way to my door… i just wanna make you feel good.” you tell him, unbuckling his belt, but before you move to unbutton his jeans, you ask permission. “can i do that, gyu? can i make you feel good?” 
you can’t be real.
“fuck, y-you don’t have to, i want you to feel good, too.” he replies, words breathy as he finds himself chasing your lips.
you moan just at his words, leaning in to give him what he wants.
you must’ve done something redeemable in your past life to have accidentally met mingyu in a cafe. he may or may not have been on his phone while walking out and you may or may not have bumped into him while he was leaving. needless to say, his piping hot coffee ended up all over you and him, staining his white button up and your cute new top in the process. 
he’d asked if you were okay— if you were hurt or burned— profusely apologizing with a nervous stutter. when you finally noticed how beautiful the man before you was, you couldn’t even care about the irrevocable stain made on your shirt. 
you ultimately ended the conversation with, “it’s okay, you can pay me back with a date maybe?” to which he gave you an incredulous look. when he realized you were serious, he nodded shyly and exchanged numbers with you.
and the date went swimmingly, truth be told. probably the best date you’d ever been on. he made you laugh like no other and you made him blush with your playful teasing and easygoing aura.  the chemistry was undeniable.
which brings you back to the now— his tongue shoved in your mouth and your fingers still fumbling to unbutton his jeans. 
when you finally get them undone, you break from the kiss again and mingyu hates that you keep doing that, letting out a whine every time it happens. 
“wanna suck you off.” you tell him bluntly and his eyes widen in shock, puffy lips parting a bit. “can i?”
“are you sure?” he asks, meekly– a bit too shy for a man of his caliber. “i can eat you out instead…”
your core pulses at the words because, fuck, that sounds good too. you have no doubt in your mind that mingyu is a god at eating pussy if it’s anything like the way he kisses you.
but, no, you’re adamant on getting his dick in your mouth, so you shake your head. “you can do that for me another time… i really wanna do this. you’ll let me, won’t you?”
and how the fuck could he say no to that? he nods his head letting out a shaky, “ok.”
you nearly squeal, excitedly dropping to your knees and as you hit the ground, your eyes are leveled with his alarmingly large bulge. you unzip his jeans, pulling the denim and cotton boxers down his thick thighs till his cock pops out, slapping against his clothed abdomen. mingyu hisses as his length is free from the confinement and met with the cool air circulating in your home. 
and, honestly, you think you start drooling because holy. fucking. shit. he’s intimidatingly big. 
no, big is an understatement. he’s huge. massive. likely to split your body right in half if he tried to put it inside of you. but, really, what did you expect? mingyu himself is big. you’ve dated many men who were bigger than you, some even bigger than him— but none of their dicks compared to the one currently twitching in front of you. 
his leaky tip was flushed red and the veins running through his length were prominent. you could nearly feel the weight on your tongue and you hadn’t even touched him. 
“you’re so big,” you whisper looking up at him and he swears he’s gone bright red at the comment. 
“‘m not that big…” he mumbles, eyes averting from yours. if he looks at you on your knees any longer, he may cum untouched. “is it too much? i really don’t mind taking—“
you shake your head vigorously . if anything, you wanna take him down your throat even more. “it’s not… it’s not too much— i can take it.” you tell him and he inhales sharply because he’s fucking sure you could take it. “do girls not tell you you're big, though? why are you so humble about it?” you ask, hands slowly coming to wrap around his girth. 
he gasps at the unexpected contact, eyes finally coming back to you to find what may be a faux pout etched into your lips.“t-they do… i just- i don’t think it’s that big.” he reiterates.
“well it is. you probably wouldn’t even fit inside me,” you admit, voice hushed. your mouth hovers over his tip, letting a trail of spit out to lubricate him.
he curses, cock twitching in your light grip. “fuck, really?” the thought of not fitting in your cunt because he’s just that big has his mind reeling– has him excited. he wants to see if what you’re saying is any true (it is). 
you hum, nodding your head, slick hand effectively moving up and down his cock. “mmh, might break me without any prep– but you’ll make it fit, right, gyu? you’ll fuck me well?”
he lets out a gaspy moan, throwing his head back. “yeah, baby, i’ll make it fit– i’ll fuck you so well. shit, i’ll do anything you want.” his parroted words come out breathy once again. 
you exhale sharply, cunt clenching around nothing at his words and the thought of taking his cock. your hands quicken their pace before you move to wrap your lips around his blushing tip.
this man will give you anything you want and you’re willing to do the same for him. men like mingyu are nearly impossible to come by and you want to keep him all to yourself, so if that means choking on his dick till you can’t breathe, so be it.
you move your mouth down his cock and before you can reach the base, he’s already hitting the back of your throat. 
right above you, mingyu is losing it. he feels the way you constrict around him and it’s already taking him out. he hadn’t expected to be so sensitive, but he just can’t handle how warm and wet your mouth is and he definitely can’t handle how tight your throat is. he can only imagine how much tighter your cunt must be. 
“fuuuck,” he groans, hands flying to your head, tangling his fingers into your hair. “you’re so good.” 
the subtle praise heads straight to your core and you can’t stop the moan that vibrates his entirety. a pitchy whine rips from his throat and he fortuitously thrusts into yours causing tears to prick at your eyes as you let out a strident gag. 
he gasps out an apology, “‘m sorry.” he panting relentlessly and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was about to release into your mouth. when you look up at him with your mouth full and tears clouding your vision, you see that he isn’t really sorry. “‘m so sorry, angel, fuck, ‘m sorry.” he echos over and over with his face pinched in pleasure, yet his hips won’t stop bucking into your mouth. 
you try your best to breathe, but his massive cock makes it hard as it fills your mouth and throat completely. his hands holding your head in place makes it impossible to move, but he sounds so pretty whining and desperately moaning out your name– you don’t even want to back off of him. 
your hands find his bare thighs and you grip them for dear life, fingernails digging into the flesh, sure to draw blood if he doesn't ease up any second now. he hisses at the feeling, ripping you off him with a tug on your locks. 
“need to fuck you now,” he groans, his cock throbbing angrily at the loss of contact. “can’t cum like that, ‘s too embarrassing.” he picks you up, making you stand on your feet. he notices how your mascara runs and your lipstick is smudged, but somehow, you’re still the prettiest thing in the world.
your ego naturally inflates at the comment and you smile cheekily. “i would’ve been flattered if you came that quick.” the words come out raspy thanks to the way his cock bruised your throat. 
he chuckles breathily while pulling up his pants, “i‘m sure you get guys that cum too fast a lot. especially with a mouth like that. ”
you shrug, taking his hand and dragging him to your bedroom on the opposite side of the main entrance. “sometimes, but none are as pretty as you.” you tell him truthfully as you guide him inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. “or as big.”
your face to face with him and he whispers, “yeah?” 
you tug him close to you by his sweater. “yeah,” you whisper against his lips. “dunno how you haven’t been locked down yet, you’re so attractive ‘n sweet– and… y’know, you’re huge.”
“just waiting for the right person to come along, i guess.” he whispers back, hands finding purchase on your waist. “think i’ve found them, though.”
your heart skips a beat and your breathing picks up, “yeah?” you echo breathily back at him. 
“fuck yes,” his grip tightens, pulling your body flush to his. you feel his cock pressing into your abdomen and you let out a whimper at both the coded confession and the way your pussy throbs at his touch. “c’mere, baby.”
you melt at the pet name, closing the gap between the two of you. you count back to how many times you’ve kissed him tonight and you’re almost scared that you’re addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours. the thought quickly dissipates when mingyu begins to pull your dress up by the hem, though. the two of you walk towards the bed, mouths still attached till you fall on the plush comforter, mingyu toppling over you. 
you giggle into his mouth at his body crushing yours. “gyu.”
“sorry.” he scrambles, standing up so you can get your dress over your head. you throw the fabric to the ground, leaving your body adorned in a pretty, white set. typically, you wouldn’t dare pull out one of your favorite sets for anyone– especially not for a first date– but you think mingyu is the most beautiful– most deserving– man to exist. he should get to see the set. 
and he does see it. he can’t stop the way his eyes ogle your lace covered body. “you’re so beautiful.” he pants out much like he’s in heat. 
and he just might be. he quickly and clumsily kicks off his shoes and pulls his pants back down, revealing his aching cock to you again. you curse to yourself when his shirt comes off shortly after, his big chest and toned abdomen on full display. 
god really took his time with kim mingyu. 
he doesn’t waste any time, practically lunging at you and hovering over you with blown out pupils. “look like an angel– fuck, you’re so pretty.” 
you pout, feeling your brain turn to mush at the endless compliments that seem to flow past his swollen lips. the dull ache and sporadic pulse in your cunt remind you how needy you are, though, so you express that to him by bucking your hips up. 
“gyu…” you whimper. “want it so bad.”
he groans, hands pinning your hips down and grounding you to the bed, “i have to prep you, baby– you said it yourself, ‘m not gonna fit.”
you shake your head ceaselessly while squirming in his grip, “no, i don’t care, just give it to me or else i might die.”
“but you said–”
you interrupt him before he can say anymore. “give it to me… please.” the plea comes out hushed and your words are laced with the utmost desire. so much so that it’s almost impossible for mingyu to deny you. you can see some doubt lingering on his face so you tell him exactly what he needs to hear. “‘m so fucking wet for you, mingyu… i’m sure it’ll just slip in– it’s okay. you won’t hurt me.”
he shakily exhales before nodding. “o-okay…” his fingers nimbly tug at the soaked panties, signaling you to raise your hips so he can roll them off your legs. 
mingyu’s pulse thumps erratically in his ears as soon as he sees just how wet you are. your pussy glistens under the soft lamp light and he wants a taste– to drown in your pussy– because he just knows you’re fucking delicious. 
“wanna taste you…” he moans and your walls clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal trickling out of you. 
you teeth catch your bottom lip to stop the whine bubbling in the back of your throat.“next time…” you croak. “just need your cock inside of me right now.”
he nods his head at the promise of a next time– he’ll hold you to that. “condom?” 
“iud and ‘m clean,” you confirm, knees knocking against your chest as you pull them up. 
“same.” he says mindlessly as he grips the back of your thighs and spreads you open. “well, i don’t have an iud, but i’m clean, too.” 
he’s cute, you think before you remind yourself that this cute, big man is about to absolutely wreck you. 
you smile, “good,”
one of his hand wraps around his throbbing length, running his flushed tip between your soaked folds to collect wetness. you whine at the contact, praying that he finally stops this unintentional teasing.  
when he drags his cock to your drooling hole, he asks, “are you sure?”
your eyes squeeze shut and nod, “uh-huh, please.”
he lets out a wobbly sigh before pushing his fat tip into you, biting his lip as he watches the way your cunt stretches open to swallow him up. you gasp, back arching at the burning sensation in your core. you really have never taken anyone so big. 
he stops only half way when he’s met with strong resistance. “talk to me, angel,” he whispers to mask his wavering voice. “are you okay?”
you mewl, “g-gyu…” 
“baby, do you need me to pull out? you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, his cock twitching between the gummy walls that suffocate him. 
your hands grip the sheets under you and you shake your head, letting out the most incoherent sentence ever. “n-no, just– slow, go slow.” 
but you’re completely coherent to mingyu. “relax, pretty. ease up for me– i want it to feel good.” he coaxes, voice soft.
his attempt in helping you relax proves to be futile when you clamp tighter around him. the action elicits a moan from the both of you. 
“j-just fuck me– please, just move.” 
he gives you a weary look, but does what you ask for anyway. he pushes past the resistance, sheathing himself further inside of you. and, fuck, you swear you’re just about to cum when he’s finally bottomed out, both of your hips flushed against each other. you’re impaled on his fat cock, stretched open and completely full of him. 
he’s very hyper-aware of how you're squeezing him while he’s balls deep inside of you and his mind can’t stop reeling. he moans out your name and a few curses, holding himself there till you adjust to his size. 
and you’ve gone dumb at this point, unable to make a comprehensible thought about anything other than the cock you’re split open on. “s-so big. oh my, god, mingyu– you’re so big.” you almost sound like you’re overexaggerating, but it’s true. you can feel him everywhere. 
he can’t stop the way he jolts at the comment, inadvertently driving himself into you. you sob at the doing, wrapping your legs around his waist. 
“shit, sorry. still good?”
“mhm, ‘s good– ‘m good.” you tell him as the uncomfortable burn slowly melts to pleasure. “you can move, baby.”
mingyu groans, hands coming back to grip the backs of your knees pushing them against your chest before he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.
you let out the prettiest moan, his name tumbling past your pouty lip and, now, he thinks he’s lost it. 
no, he’s definitely lost it because his speed quickens without a second thought. he drives his cock in and out of you, listening to the way you cry and mewl mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your wet cunt. 
“Y/N, you’re so fucking good. pussy’s so fucking good– takin’ me so well,” he nearly cries, gripping your flesh tighter. “god, you’re mine now.”
his?
it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but the way your stomach flips and walls tighten verifies that it does. 
“and you’re mine.” you moan in response. 
and the reassurance that you want him to be yours has him lurching in to sloppily kiss you, moaning into your mouth while he keeps a rapid tempo. you let him swallow your whines and your arms envelope him, pulling him closer. 
his cock finds your sweet spot and when you gasp, he knows to keep hitting it with precision. 
“gyu! gyu, i’m gonna cum.” you warn against his lips.
he growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he’s adamant on getting you to your high. “cum for me, baby– cum all over my fucking cock.” 
his words and impressive speed trigger your orgasm. the tightness in your tummy dissolves as you completely unravel under his big, buff body. you seize, back arched and head thrown to the pillow as you cum and clench around him uncontrollably. 
“that’s it, fuck,” he moans, continuing his assault on your poor pussy.  “you’re gorgeous, angel, so fucking pretty when you cum.”
the onslaught of pleasure is almost too much, body beginning to shake in overstimulation. “w-wan’ you to cum,” you slur, a cry following the words. “please please please, cum on me!” you beg. 
and mingyu is at your beck and call. he knows he’s  just met you, but he’d do anything you asked of him because the grip you (and your pussy) have him in is nothing short of insane. 
that’s why he’s quick to pull out, releasing you from his bruising grip to fist his arousal-drenched cock up and down. he throws his head back and moans out your name again as he releases hot, white ribbons of cum onto your stomach. 
after a few minutes of panting and coming down from his high, he chuckles airly. “i’m so glad i spilled my coffee on you, if i’m being completely honest.” 
you giggle, hiding your face in your hands, “it was a cute top, though.”
“well, you look cute without it on.” he smiles, leaning down to pepper your face with soft pecks. 
“mingyu!” you blush, playfully slapping his bare chest. “be serious!”
“i am!” he laughs. “speaking of being serious… when’s our next date?”
you hum, “well, it depends. when are you free and what do you wanna do?”
there’s a playful glint in his eyes when he looks at you, “i’m free now… and y’know how you said i can eat you out next time?”
your breath gets caught in your throat, but you nod your head remembering the promise you’d made. 
“well… what do you say? can i treat you to a second date? say… right now?”
“i’d love nothing more.”
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outro-jo · 1 year
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seventeen and who’s taking the couch
pairing: seventeen members x reader (gender neutral)
type: scenario 
summary: how the seventeen members deal with arguments and who’s taking the couch when things get too heated
warnings: mentions of arguing 
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scoups- he’s taking the couch. he doesn’t want you to wake up sore so he relents. you make it up to him by making him breakfast though and giving him a massage
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jeonghan- simply does not let you but he’s not taking the couch either. he knows how you are anyways. you stay up the whole night, tossing and turning going through every detail of the argument until you can come to a conclusion. but he also can’t sleep without you so he has you sleep with him and vent while he dozes in and out of consciousness
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joshua- mr. gentle sexy is not letting you take the couch. period. he actually doesn’t mind the couch and he’s more than willing to give you your space if you need it to sort things out in your mind. if you decide to make up before the sun comes up, he leaves that up to you and he’s very willing to make up. however, if you don’t, he’ll rest through the night and be happy to continue the conversation the next day when you’ve had more time to reflect on everything.
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jun- kinda hurt when you say you’re taking the couch. even in the heat of the argument, when the words leave your lips, he pauses for a second. he hoped that the two of you could have some sort of resolve by now or at least be ok enough so that you could still sleep next to each other. he’s upset with himself that he let things get this far. he’s ultimately the one who takes the couch bc he still cares for you.
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hoshi- doesn’t get to the point where you take the couch. well, it does but as soon as you say you’re sleeping on the couch you expect a “good!” “good!” “fine!” “fine!” sort of thing but he immediately snaps out of it. “wait… you don’t wanna sleep with me?” with big ol’ eyes and a pout. he start apologizing for getting you upset and asking if you guys can have the night to rest and think things over but he doesn’t wanna sleep without cuddles. the reaction softens you as well and you agree.
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wonwoo- doesn’t say much but he takes the couch. he knows you need your space and respects that. the first to apologize in the morning and wants to hear you out bc he spent all night replaying what you said.
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woozi- takes the couch… in his studio. he stormed out during the fight bc he needed to clear his head so he left. i can see him being real stubborn so it takes a day for him to work though things (if he doesn’t just start working) and one of the boys for them to help talk things out. he comes home with flowers and an embarrassed, mumbled apology ready to hear what you have to say now.
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dk- another one that won’t let you take the couch not matter how upset he is. as soon as you say it, he’s shooting it down and telling you to go rest in your bed. he can’t sleep at all though. you wake up the next morning to a pair of dark circles and a sincere apology.
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mingyu- he gets pretty heated too and knows how stubborn you are so he lets you. he starts feeling bad in the big empty bed so when he goes to check on you and finds you asleep, he carries you back to bed with him. you find yourself in his arms the next morning with soft apologies whispered between kisses.
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the8- he convinces you to share the bed with him. he thinks that this argument isn’t worth you two being so mad and stubborn that you can’t rest comfortably. he agrees that you two should stay on your respective sides of the bed staring at opposite walls. he really knows that either one or both of you will end up rolling over and apologizing before the sun even rises.
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seungkwan- 1000% let’s you. “I’M SLEEPING ON THE COUCH!” “GOOD! FINE WITH ME! GOODNIGHT!” and slams the door behind him. but at around two am he starts feeling bad and comes out of the bedroom. “jagiya~~?” you two end up talking it through for the rest of the night.
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vernon- will not let it get that far. he very rarely gets heated in arguments especially when it comes to you but he respects your feelings and let you yell as much as you want. he sits calmly and takes in what you have to say before responding. he’ll also call you out when you get too emotional and start turning on him. he lets you get it all out and when you’ve exhausted yourself, he’ll hold out his arms to take you to bed
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dino- doesn’t let you unless you’re SO stubborn about it. if you take the couch, he comes out there when you’re sleeping and sleeps on the floor next to you to be near you. if he ends up talking you into letting him take the couch, you end up coming out there to cuddle and make up. you both end up on the couch together.
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charmercharm3r · 1 year
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Masterlist
warnings: smutty thoughts
thinking about seungmin and dry humping...
now I know we all see him as the calm, cool, collected one. but sometimes he just can't help himself.
mornings before you or he has to leave for work are the times where he wants- no, needs you the most. it's like he purposely plans to ruin you minutes before someone needs to walk out the door, sort of like a challenge he needs to win. he loved to take his time when he had it, loved to make you shiver and sweat at the same time because the build up was excruciatingly good.
this was another game. mornings like these, when all the other members were home and they agreed to get breakfast together before heading to the company, seungmin felt like he'd explode if he didn't have you in some way.
he was fully dressed in his practice outfit for the day. he'd already said good morning to jeongin and brushed his teeth with felix, whereas you hadn't bothered to get up. seungmin was merciful with letting you sleep in, getting himself together as quietly as possible until minho announced the car would be arriving in fifteen minutes.
it was like a clock was counting down the seconds in his head as he moved across the bed towards your sleeping body. dipping his head into the exposed area of your neck, seungmin peppered gentle kisses along the skin wherever he could. barely thirty seconds had passed before you stirred awake.
you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, lips connecting as his internal timer tells him he's moving too slow. though, that makes it all the more fun.
seungmin takes good care of you, he always does. even as he strips the covers off of you and maneuvers your legs to wrap around his torso, seungmin makes sure to whisper sweet praises in your ear as you try to stay conscious. you feel light as air in this delirious state, practically floating because your boyfriend is saying all the right things and touching you just enough to thoroughly soak your sleepwear.
"pretty thing, so cute in the mornings. wanna just eat you up," he nibbles on the lobe of your ear, erection nudging into your thigh as not to do too much too fast. but at the faintest hint of a moan, whether it was you slowly coming into consciousness or being just as horny as him, seungmin pressed his crotch into you all the same.
"need you so bad, but I have to leave soon." a whine fell short in the back of your throat, but it was enticing enough for him. "if you let me use you now, I'll treat you so well later. I promise."
you nod, eyes unable to focus clearly but it was impossible to miss the cheeky lust behind his smile. "horny baby," seungmin clicks his tongue, "can't get enough, can you?" in agreement, you shake your head, no.
eleven minutes.
your hips cant upwards into his, a strained groan leaving his lips. the unspoken permission let him hook his arms under your knees, legs hiking higher. seungmin kissed you again, rougher this time as he quickly readjusted to tower over you.
he felt like an animal, a new flame igniting in his gut as he grinded his cock against your clothed pussy. the pleasure that came from the motion only made him move faster, harder until the bed was creaking.
seungmin's favorite thing to do was be able to look down as see you entirely gone, not a thought in your head except wanting to cum. you looked messy, sexy as your tight sleeping tank top rode up to expose your stomach. as if you could read his mind, you lifted the material over your breasts, rippling like waves as seungmin used you to chase his high. for a moment, he leaned down and took your nipple between his teeth, gently biting and drawing another lewd moan from you.
shuffling behind the door caught his attention. six minutes. he needed hurry.
he pushed your knees to your chest, your shorts and the front of his pants laughably soaked through. it wasn't until he moved higher did he catch a glimpse of your pantiless cunt.
oh, seungmin almost blew his load on the spot. almost. he was so close, moving the wet fabric of your shorts out of the way. he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't get enough of you and your pretty pussy.
"so good. so fucking good- god."
three minutes.
it felt even better for you with one less barrier in between. sleepy moans left you like a mantra, that and seungmin's name the only thing either of you could hear. if the bedframe hitting the wall wasn't enough, your big mouth was a dead giveaway.
two minutes.
he moved as fast as he could without hurting you. his pants were soaked enough that the friction between your two bodies was heavenly in it's own way. your clit was burning with pleasure, somehow the pain and lack of awareness so delicious. seungmin just needed a little bit more, just a few more seconds when-
knock, knock.
"car's here."
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fanttasttica · 2 months
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Just love me
Rhysand x reader
You met Rhysand at Rita's one day and fell for him immediately. You two started dating and everything seemed perfect, until one night, when you discovered the real reason why he asked you to dance with him that night. 
warnings: body shaming, angst
words: 2379
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You liked Rhys from the first moment your eyes laid on him. You could remember correctly the first words he said to you. You could remember pretty well how he smiled at you for the first time, because since then you started falling for him. At first, you were careful around him. You didn't understand why the most powerful and also the most handsome High lord wanted to talk with you. That night, you were at Rita's with one of your friends, who you thought was prettier than you, so when he came and asked you to dance.. You were stunned by it. Not understanding why he wasn't asking your friend. There weren't many males who would flirt with you. You weren't that typical blond beauty with big glue eyes. You weighed more, there wasn't anything interesting on your face, or as you thought. The truth is, that confidence can do a lot of things. The problem was, that you hadn't had any confidence, even though your friend and family tried to help you with it. After your first and last relationship, when your ex boyfriend left you in his words, for someone more sexy.. He left you crushed. You've had doubts about yourself your whole life and this just confirmed it. You were struggling with loving yourself, well more specifically your body, until Rhysand came. After a few weeks of knowing you, he helped like no one before. During those weeks you also stopped liking him and started loving him deeply and also started caring for his friends, who were always very nice to you. Everything seemed perfect, until one fateful night. 
Rhys was with Azriel and Cassian dealing with Devlon in the Illyrian camp, leaving Morrigan and Amren behind. He invited you to go with them, but you politely declined, not sure what you would do there. Instead, you decided to persuade Amren to have a girls night with you and Morrigan. After some time you spent persuading her, she agreed. And that's a simple explanation of how you ended up with Amren on the couch, drinking wine, while Morrigan was dancing and singing at the same time. She surely had a lot of good qualities, but singing wasn't one of them. You were laughing louder than you would normally, thanks to the alcohol. After a while, Morrigan sat next to you, trying to catch her breath. 
"You too are boringg.. Why don't you wanna dance with me?" Her puppy eyes weren't working on you and definitely not at Amren. "Why don't you wanna sit with us and drink a little bit more? Maybe after a few more glasses, you will manage to persuade Y/N to go dance with you." It wasn't a surprise that Amren, who didn't drink anything other than water that night, was throwing you overboard. "Heyy! That is not fair. I am good where I am." You protested loudly with a smile on your face  "Why don't we just talk for a few minutes? It feels like you are nonstop in the Hewn city and Amren you.. well after a year I still have a feeling like I don't know you at all." Women with black her shrugged her shoulders. "No one really does." You sighed, it was obvious she didn't want to talk about herself and you didn't want to push her, so you turned your head to Morrigan. “What about you, hmm?” She looked at you with a smile on her face. “What about me?” You shrugged. “Is there anything new?” She was thinking for a while before shrugging. “Nothing at all I guess. I am just.. living my life. Trying to have fun.” You laughed a little. “Yeah, I can see that.” She grinned in response. “I think that the more interesting topic we can talk about is you and Rhysand.” You bit your lip at the thought of the most handsome High lord. “Honestly, there is nothing new at all. He is still trying to persuade me to move in with him, but I just don't know.. Isn't it too soon?” It's not like you haven't been staying with him most of the time anyway, maybe it was pointless for you to pay for your apartment, when you were staying most of the nights and days here. “Pff.. why would it be? It's probably the best idea he had since the day he decided to give you a chance.” 
You almost, almost, said you would think about it, before you realized what exactly she said. “Ehm.. What? What are you talking about?” It was this sentence that made Mor sober again. She went pale, realizing what she had said. Amren, who was looking at you a minute ago, turned her head, so she wouldn't have to face you. You could feel as the atmosphere in the room grew heavy. For a mine, the only thing you could hear was crackling fire. “What did you mean by that?” You asked again, fear starting growing in you. Morrigan gave you a little sad smile, knowing pretty well, there is nothing she can say or do for you to forget what she said. “Since there is nothing I can do.. I will tell you the truth.” She started, with a sadness in her voice. “Stupid girl..” Amren cursed quietly, taking a bottle of wine and pouring herself a glass too. “Rhys first met you at Rita's, with your friend..” You nodded. “Well.. Ehm.. He is feeling very bad now and regrets not telling you sooner. He loves you, you know.. But when he first came to ask you to dance.. It wasn't because he was interested in you.” You started blinking fast, feeling the pain in your heart. But you refused to cry, refused to run into the safety of your, Rhysand's, room. At least before finding out the whole truth. “Then why did he came?” You asked quietly, feeling like a little girl, whose heart is being shattered into pieces. “It was because of Cassian. He wanted an opportunity to talk alone with your friend.” 
After finding out the truth about the beginning of your and Rhysand's relationship, you simply stood up and went into your room. Well, Rhysand's room. For a while, you stood before the window, looking at the quiet town. It was rather interesting. It felt like your world had been shattered, along with your heart, to pieces. Everything was different for you, but on the other side, nothing had changed. Night was calm, quiet and stars were shining in the sky as always.. When you were finally alone, you did nothing to stop tears from falling on your cheeks. You did not move a muscle, when Morrigan came with Amren an hour later, telling you they were sorry, they were here for you and that Rhys loves you with all his heart. You stayed quiet, until they left you again alone. Maybe what they said was true, but you already began to question yourself. Why didn't he tell you? Was he never going to tell you? If he lied about this, is it possible he lied about anything else too? Your mind wasn't giving you a minute to rest. Your insecurity, the thing you have been fighting with almost your whole life, was bigger than ever before. Your own reflection in the mirror was laughing at you. Laughing at you for believing someone like Rhys would be interested in you. How could you be so stupid?
When the morning came, you already made your decision. Over the time you were dating Rhys, you brought a lot of things, mostly clothes, here. You packed everything in a bag, leaving things he bought for you in the closet. You didn't want to take anything from him. You didn't even want to see him. That's why you decided to leave in a hurry. You knew he was coming home today, in the evening. Maybe sooner, because you doubted Morrigan hadn't told him anything about yesterday. Maybe she couldn't get in touch with him. In the end, she was still drunk yesterday and it happened really late. You shook your head, taking a deep breath before opening the door and quietly leaving the house.
Being in your apartment was honestly a little bit weird. Well, maybe it was because this time you knew, you will not be leaving the next day, going to Rhysand's house. No. The only place you planned to go for the next few days was to the market for food and back, so you could cry alone. And that's what you did. You brought some food that should last you at least for three days and then went straight to the bed, with a lot of handkerchiefs in your hands. Hoping you will not be disturbed. 
“You did what?!” Rhysand's angry voice broke the silence in the room, which occurred after Morrigan told him what had happened. “I need to talk with her.” He started going to his room, but was stopped by Amren. “She is not here.. When we came to look at her in the morning, she was already gone. And her clothes too.” Cassian sighed. “She is probably in her apartment.. Or maybe at her friend's house? But I would definitely check her apartment first. I can go and try to talk to her, maybe.. she will listen.” Morrigan shook her head. “I know it is hard, but I think.. We should give her some time.” She looked at Rhys, with sadness in her eyes. “I am really sorry, Rhys. I know this doesn't help anything, but.” High lord's face remained still angry, but it softened a little bit. “It's mainly my fault. I should have told her the truth a long time ago. It wasn't fair for me to keep it away from her.. I was just.. worried I would make her feel horrible and scared her off. And I didn't want that. That's why I never told her the truth.. And in the end, it probably made things worse. ” 
For the first week, the only person who came to your door was your friend, bringing you chocolate and wine, you two drank together. But on the tenth day, you found a bouquet of blue roses on your doorstep with a sweet note from Rhys. He was apologizing, begging you to give him another chance, but you just couldn't. Not now. Everything was still fresh. So, you didn't reply, not on his first note and not on the others that kept coming day after day, with gifts. One day it was a beautiful necklace you were admiring maybe a month before, the next your favorite food from your favorite restaurant.. You did not keep anything. You weren't even reading his notes, only the first two. And eventually, when he came to visit you, you were pretending that you were not home. Of course he knew and you knew he knew, but after some time, he left, after saying a quiet goodbye. Oh Cauldron, you were missing him so much it hurt. But you were still mad at him and what is worse.. there was still that voice in your head, that was telling you he is out of your league and he is probably doing this, because he feels pity for you.
After some time, your friend had enough. She managed to persuade you to go out with her. That's how you ended up at Rita's once again. It made you feel uneasy, but you were trying to face our fear, for once and also for a while to stop thinking about everything that happened and just have fun. And alcohol was supposed to help you with that. You were ordering a drink at the bar, wanting to pay for it, but before you could do it, you heard a velvet voice behind you. “It's on me. I will be paying everything she orders.” Of course, you recognized him. Rhysand was staying right behind you. His chest touching your back slightly. You could feel his warm breath on your neck. Like always, he made your heart beat faster. You bit your lips, before turning to face him. “That's not necessary. I can pay for my own drink.” You were desperately trying to sound confident. Not showing how his presence affected you. But when he smirked a little, it almost turned your legs into jelly. “I know. But you won't.. it's the least I can do for you after what.. happened.” You turned your eyes away from him. “I don't want to talk about it.” He nodded and offered you his hand instead. “Would you like to dance?”
You weren't sure why you agreed. Part of you knew that after you would be in his arms again, you would stop being mad at him. So now, the only thing that was bothering you was your own insecurity. “You look beautiful tonight.” Rhys said with adoration and sincerity in his voice. “Thank you.” You nodded and continued to dance. “I mean it. Really.” You looked him in the eyes. “I was a fool. Pretty dumb fool, to be honest. I should have never kept this away from you. You have every right to be angry at me, but I will keep trying, however long it takes to win you back.” He moved his face closer to yours. “Maybe the reason why I started talking to you wasn't ideal.. But even after that first night, I started feeling something for you. It just took me a while to understand. But please believe me. I love you. With everything I am. I would do anything to make up for the pain I caused you. I would give up my court for you. I would move stars in the sky for you.. Just tell me what to do.. please.” He was desperate and it broke something in you. You knew that with him, you can fight your demons. You saw how truly sorry he was and believed everything he said. “Just love me.” 
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90smaximoff · 1 year
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Pleaaaase write a threesome with a strap 🤤 preferably with y/n, Wanda and anyone else but tbh I’d love it for anyone
dreaming with you.
author’s note: thanks for requesting 🫶
words: 900
warnings: smut (+18), strap on, blowjob on a strap, fingering, dirty talk, kinda dubcon?? honestly i don’t think so but just to be safe i will add this, i guess that’s it, enjoy 🫶
Wanda thrusted her hips onto your mouth, moaning as she feel the warmth of your mouth enveloped her strap - thanks to her magic for that.
You didn’t even remember how this started, how you ended up on all fours in Wanda’s bed naked, actually you wasn’t even thinking about it, the only thing that you could focus at the moment was how pretty she looked with her mouth open moaning your name as you suck her strap.
You could feel your arousal running down your thighs as you look up at her, doing the best you can to make her feel good, and for the way she was looking down at you with so much lust you could tell that was working.
“Oh baby, you’re doing so good, you’re gonna make me cum in your mouth.” She whispered and you wondered if she could really cum in your mouth though the toy.
But you didn’t have much time to process this since you feel soft hands running through your lower back and heard a voice speak to the woman.
“Not yet, Wands, c’mon, bet you wanna cum inside her instead.” Natasha Romanoff herself had her clothes off and was behind you on the bed, caressing your back and looking mesmerized at the sigh of you sucking the witch’s cock.
You didn’t even panicked, because you just feel hotter, both woman’s attention were in you, looking at you and desiring you for herself.
Wanda took a grip to your hair, pressing your head to swallow her shaft deeper and agreed with Natasha as you almost gagged on her cock. “Yeah, but her mouth feels so good, i guess i will have to fill you twice, don’t i, detka?” You shake your head a yes.
You wonders what that term means, but assumed that must be tender, since she looks at you with care as saying that with the thick accent.
That’s when you feel Natasha take one hand off your back to her fingers start to play with your embarrassingly wet pussy, spreading your lips open and easily putting two of her fingers inside in a slow pace.
“Damn, she’s so fucking wet. All of that just for sucking cock, baby? Are you that desperate?” You could hear her smile.
As you feel her fingers inside, finally giving you some relief, you moan in Wanda’s cock, causing vibrations through her whole body and making her roll her eyes, mourning a bad word.
All you could think about was what that women were about to do with you, how bad you wanted them to have their way with you, everything feels so sexy and perfect that you were scared to wake up from that dream.
But, eventually, that’s exactly what happens. You open your eyes as the sunlight enters your room through the curtains of your window, actually, Tony Stark’s window, since that was his tower. The Avengers tower.
You growls trying to make your eyes adjust to the light and mentally swearing at yourself for waking up before the better part. You feel really wet between your legs, probably needing a long cold shower for start the day, but not before breakfast, or maybe just a little snack since you feel too hungry to cook anything better.
You got out off the bed and went downstairs still in pajamas, thinking that since you didn’t heard nothing upstairs everybody should be still sleeping. And you were right, except for two russians who seemed very awake as you enter the kitchen and see them both talking as eating breakfast.
Shame running through your body remembering your wet dream with them, but there’s no way they could know that, you know that Wanda would never cross boundaries and read your mind especially without a reason.
“Good morning.” Wanda greet you with a smile and you feel your cheeks flustering.
Natasha looked at you and winked, you feel even bad for dreaming about them fucking you, they were gentle with you since the moment you joined the team, always giving you advices and teaching things, they’re great coworkers maybe even friends and you just think about how they taste. As you feel like a pervert woman, your appetite is gone.
“Good morning.” You said ashamed.
“Did you sleep well?” Natasha asks, taking a sip from the mug that you’ve assumed that was coffee.
“Y-yeah.” Your voice failed and you looked at the floor from the shame, remembering how her voice was in your dream.
“Good. I slept very well too, did you have a good dream?” She smiles brighter and you could swear that you’ve heard Wanda’s laugh but decided to ignore it as you were ignoring the sound of her voice saying it, almost as if was teasing you.
“I don’t remember…”
Natasha just agreed with her head.
“Well, i’m going take a shower, see you guys later.” Since you couldn’t wait for getting out that damn kitchen, you turned your back and started your way to upstairs, until you hear Wanda’s voice.
“You’re not eating anything, detka?” You looked at her. She never called you that, not in real life, at least.
As you feel your cheeks burn from embarrassment and told yourself that there’s no way they could know about your dream, you shake your head a no and almost run to your room.
Little did you know that Wanda herself gave you that dream, and Natasha asked to participate.
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isawritesshit · 4 months
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I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE SOMETHING AND NOW I WANNA CONTINUE IT PLEASE HELP
Okay, so now that I have your attention, remember how I said I was gonna continue my Gojo series over the weekend?
(Btw, if you want, prologue and first chapter are up on that story so you can go read it and then come back to harrass me about not continuing it for forever because I have writer's block)
Well... I may or may not have come up with another Gojo series...
It's kinda an AU of the series I have already started. Basically, our lovely and sexy reader is actually a daughter of the Kamo Clan leader and had been betrothed to Gojo from a young age (yes, this is gonna be one of those arranged marriage things). Reader is basically trained to become the perfect wife for him, essentially mental abuse and being told her whole life that the best way to serve her family was to become an object for him.
So, when Reader goes home with Gojo after their wedding, she expects him to basically be what she was trained for him to be (demanding, a bitch, etc.). However, what Reader doesn't know, is that Gojo has been in love with Reader since he first saw her when they were children, and basically, he teaches the reader to love herself. Plus, there's going to be plot involved.
I'm gonna put what I have for the prologue under the cut. Tell me if y'all wanna see more of this because I low-key just might write it anyways :)
cw: obv themes of force/arranged marriage, hints of mental abuse, mentions of sex, but overall mostly fluffy.
People would say that if there was one thing that Gojo Satoru was not, it would be committed. Not in all ways, however. Satoru was very committed to his sorcery, to the protection of ordinary people and the balance of the their world and the jujutsu one. It was relationships that he struggled with. Yes, he had always had an authority problem, both growing up and even now, so his relationships with jujutsu elders and other clan leaders were never good to begin with, especially when he became a clan leader himself and took up the title as “The World’s Strongest Sorcerer”. However, his friends? Sure he cared deeply for them, but he could never show them that, lest he risk the possibility of them getting hurt for that same reason. Lovers? Absolutely not. They would last a week at best, hence why his friends would say he had commitment issues. 
But not many people knew that Gojo was betrothed to be married, and if there was one thing that he could say that he was committed to, it was that. 
And not just because he knew that the responsibility of upholding the Gojo Clan’s honor and survival was on his shoulders, but also for a reason no one could have predicted. 
The first time Satoru had seen his future bride, they were both young, too young to understand why each of their parents were sitting across from one another, why the most important members of the Kamo clan were staring him down when he was barely five years old. But then his parents asked to see you, and that’s when everything changed. 
You were brought into the room by a caregiver and left in between the two families like you were some kind of meal. A veil-like mask covered the front of your face from the nose down. Your wide eyes looked about. First at your caregiver, who stepped out of the room with a bow, then to your parents, who didn’t even look back at you, then to his parents, and then, finally, to him, the only other child in the room. 
Gojo Satoru didn’t know it at the time, but it was at that moment that he had fallen in love with you. That same day, it was agreed upon that the two of you would wed when he was 25 and shortly after you turned 24. That seemed like such a long time, but… Satoru decided that maybe he would try to get to know you when he saw you next. 
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. Both of your families kept each of you on a tight leash, and neither were inclined to meet with one another just because the Gojo heir wanted to see his bride. They were rival clans after all, with a long history of vendettas and alliances. 
However, just because Satoru saw you once didn’t mean he stopped thinking of you. Even as a pre-teen, he sounded your name in his head, sometimes aloud when he was alone. Kamo (Y/N). It was one of the few things he knew about you, other than what your eyes looked like. He knew that those eyes had likely changed over the years since the first time he saw you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about them. About you. 
There were a few other things Satoru knew about you. You were the only daughter of Arao Kamo, the Kamo Clan head. Not only that, you were the youngest child and had three older brothers, all of whom he had never met before. He would take in what his parents would tell him about you, though it wasn’t much. Only that you had a different cursed technique from the blood manipulation that ran strong in the Kamo line, and that you were naturally beautiful for your age. 
But Satoru wanted to know more. He wanted to know what your interests were and if they were similar to his. He wanted to know more about your cursed technique and what kind of training you had received. He knew that you would receive some kinds of etiquette and liberal arts education, as was normal for daughters of the clans to do, but did you like any of those things? What foods do you like? How have you grown? 
What did the rest of your face look like? That was the question that replayed constantly in his head after Satoru was notified that him and his parents were to meet with you again to make some further updates to the arrangement. Maybe this would be his chance for him to finally speak with you, to get to know you. 
But it was just the same as before, only this time, the both of you were 13. There was no caregiver to bring you in, and no other Kamo representatives other than your mother and father, whom you sat beside. 
Satoru remembered staring at you the whole time, taking you in. His parents didn’t lie. You were beautiful and he hadn’t even seen all of you, and you also carried yourself maturely for a young girl. Your eyes had changed, of course, more grown but still just as wide and lively as he remembered. Your face was no longer obscured by a mask, and instead, you held a delicate fan that matched the kimono you wore, covering your face as you listened intently while your parents spoke, but never speaking yourself. 
You never once looked in his direction.
The meeting concluded before he knew it had begun. His parents had needed confirmation of your fertility, since they were to be among the first to be notified when you started your cycle. However, in an offer that was a bit unexpected, your father had requested that the marriage date be moved up five years, to which his parents agreed. That part made Satoru ecstatic. Instead of waiting 12 years, he now would only have to wait seven. 
And with that, you bowed and departed behind your parents, swift and silent. Satoru tried not to look like he was running as he tried to catch another glimpse at you when his parents excused him, but when he peered out the nearest window that overlooked the front lawn where you had arrived, you were already gone. 
And so, Satoru would go another seven years. Another seven years of thinking of you, dreaming of you, wondering what you looked like behind your fan and cosmetics. He had hoped to see you enrolled in the same class as him at Jujutsu Tech, though he knew for a fact that you most likely would not be. Your parents, more so your father, he realized, protected and sheltered you more than ever after that second meeting. He had expected you not to show up to that first day of school, but when that first day was over and you actually didn’t, a small part of his heart still sank. 
Satoru did take some females to bed during the next seven years you spent apart, mostly out of curiosity as to what sex felt like, but also by persuasion of his friends. However, his friends would get confused as to why he would never allow those girls to stay the next morning, or why he would insist on wearing a condom even when they gave him permission to finish inside. He would give the excuse (thought it really was the truth) that he actually wasn’t that interested, or that he also wanted to protect against STDs (the latter was a great insult that had women storming out on him, to his relief). In reality, he wanted his first real time, his first enjoyable time, to be with you. Even if he was allowed to take on any amounts of lovers he wanted both in marriage and out of it, he felt guilty knowing that you had to save yourself for him. So, in a way, he was saving himself for you too. 
As the years came closer and closer, he began to think of you more, trying to subtly gather more information on you, to little avail. He knew that this pining and longing could be considered childish, but he didn’t care. Was it wrong to want to come to love, to already be in love, with the person he was to spend the rest of his life and create a family with? Satoru certainly didn’t think so. However, that didn’t mean he was without restraint. After his parents had passed and the mantle of the Gojo Clan leader was given to him, he didn’t try or demand to see you. After all, the two of you could still be considered strangers. Hell that is what you were, he had to remind himself. He figured it would be best to keep you with your family and not disturb your current life, especially since you would be seeing your family less once you came to live with him (but also because he didn’t want you to see him as some obsessed maniac). He decided he would be patient and wait, which would make your first real meeting with him all the more sweeter. 
Those seven years passed by too fast, he realized as he stood in the center of a magnificent shrine in what could have been the most spectacular and slightly uncomfortable outfit he had ever worn. Your family surrounded him on almost all sides as they awaited your arrival at sunset. Your parents and brothers sat off to one side of the room, and he could feel their eyes on him the entire hour that he stood there. After what seemed like an eternity, your headpiece peaked slowly over the hill as you ascended the path to the shrine. He held his breath. 
He noticed your eyes again first. 
They were downcast, melancholy, almost near lifeless. Not the lively pools of color he remembered and saw so often in his dreams. Your blank expression was such a contrast to the splendor of your being. Indeed, he thought that he was being pledged to a goddess, with the way your updone hair and headpiece played in the golden sunlight, the way the whites, golds, and reds of your wedding kimono and wraps made you look like a princess, and the way your face, your whole face, looked like it was extracted from a star. To put simply, you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. 
Finally, you found your place beside him, your hands clasped in the folds of your long sleeves. It took you standing this close to realize how much smaller you were than him, though he immediately recognized how your face and demeanor had shaped into womanhood since he last saw you. He would catch glimpses of you when he could throughout the ceremony, taking in more of the newest features that you had laid out for him. His heart was beating rapidly, hoping that you would look back at him at least once. 
But you never did, even when you presented one another with ceremonial wine or when you took his arm to leave the shrine for the reception dinner that was filled to the brim with Kamo Clan members and other officials. As soon as you both entered that reception, your fan was over your face. You didn’t say a word to him the whole time, so he never said anything to you. 
A cold sweat had laid itself over Satoru as you said goodbye to your family members. It wasn’t the type of goodbye that he would expect a family to give to their only daughter. There was no affection, no emotion shown, as if leaving your family was merely another ceremony. And then you turned back to him, eyes still looking down of course, and got into his car without a word. 
Satoru could tell that something was wrong and off about you. Sure, you had carried yourself gracefully throughout the entire evening. Every movement you had made between walking and eating and sitting was done to absolute perfection. Maybe it was those monotone movements that were his first sign. No, it wasn’t that. It had to be your eyes. Why were they always so emotionless? Why did you never look up at him? What had happened to you since the last time he saw you?
At least your fan wasn’t up. That he could be thankful for. Satoru sighed. He couldn’t help but feel like the happiest day of his life, the one where he finally got to be with the girl he had loved for 15 years, was the saddest day of your own. He wanted to ask about it so bad, now that he had you alone, but he didn’t. He would just look at you ever so often as you watched the scenery pass by through the car window. Maybe this was your way of taking everything in, and he didn't want to disrupt that. He trusted that you would talk when you were ready.
He waited for you to say something, but you remained silent as the car stopped and he walked you up the stairs to the front door of his home estate. Your new home. In a perfect world, in what he had imagined previously, you would have been smiling and excited as he picked you up to walk you through the doorway. In that world, you would have hugged and kissed him as he twirled you around and around in your own private celebration. The door closing behind him brought him back to reality. You stood in the center of his grand foyer, taking in dark polished wood and rich splendor of your new dwelling place. The space was only illuminated by shaded lamps and a dim glass chandelier. A new couch, your couch, was against one wall, one of the many of your belongings that had been moved in a week ago. Satoru decided to sit on that couch while you stood in the center of the room, looking down, not moving. 
He couldn’t take this anymore. It was like you treated the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. As if he, your new husband, wasn’t sitting ten feet away from you. He even considered the possibility of you being deaf or mute for a moment. No, he didn’t know what to do, other than speak to you. But what to say? Are you feeling okay? Are you happy? Sad? Were your clothes uncomfortable? How come you didn’t speak or look at him? At anyone? Was it something you were afraid of? Were you afraid of…
That had to be it. 
“Are you afraid of me?”
(please lmk what you guys think)
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h-33-s-3-ung · 6 months
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Using his thighs
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Sunoo smut MDNI
Synopsis: While your boyfriend was out for work, you kept thinking about him, making you horny. You pleasured yourself alone and soon he arrived at home, seeing you passed out naked, leading to some very unholy activities.
TW: humping, soft dom sunoo, sub female reader. Lmk if I missed something
Word count: ≈ 1070
It was pouring outside. Your dear boyfriend Sunoo was out with the rest of his group preparing for their next comeback. You were all alone in your room, starring at your phone. You were watching edits and compilations of your boyfriend, you already missed him and he left only a couple hours ago. As you were scrolling, you came across a particularly hot edit where your boyfriends amazing body proportions were highlighted. You felt so horny only watching a video. You started to feel as if you we’re getting wet down there, you reached down your pants only to check if you were right…you were. "Man, only thinking of him makes me wet, what’s gonna happen when I see him later today?" You thought to yourself.
You got up, reached into your closet and pulled out an old pillow. You called it your humping pillow, as embarrassing as it was. You pulled your leggings and underwear off and shoved the pillow between your thighs, against your heat and started moving. You closed your eyes trying to think about that one Sunoo edit you saw just a few minutes ago. You kept moving, the soft pillow rubbing on your clitoris making your mouth hang open. Your eyes still shut tight, you felt a knot in your stomach. You kept humping faster and faster, probably resembling a dog in heat, but you didn’t care. You eventually felt the knot coming undone as your orgasm washed over your body, you fell forward, collapsing into the soft sheets as you tried to catch your breath. You were already exhausted and so you decided to just listen to the rain and thunder outside and quickly fell asleep naked.
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"Honey I’m back!" Your boyfriend yelled as he entered your appartement.
He walked around a little saying your name, looking for you. You jumped awake just as he opened the door to catch you laying on your stomach completely naked.
"Oh- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…I-I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be back soon." He quickly said.
You didn’t even have time to understand what was happening that he has already left the room. You realized he has seen you naked and probably got shy or even maybe excited. You quickly grabbed the closest hoodie and threw it on, you walked out of your shared room and made your way to the bathroom. You knocked:
"Sunoo, I’m sorry I made you shy, I fell asleep." You said.
"It’s okay, I was just surprised…I’ll come out in a few minutes okay? Wait for me in bed. No need to care about dressing up." He said, you could hear him grinning
"Okay, don’t be long." You replied.
You quickly went back to your room, plopped yourself down on the bed, got undressed, pulled your phone out from under the covers and scrolled on TikTok while waiting for your boyfriend to finish washing up.
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"Hey- Woah, hello there sexy." Sunoo said entering the room with a towel around his waist. He looked at you up and down.
He quickly went up to you and pushed you so your back was against the mattress.
"Sorry I got shy earlier, I thought about your naked self all day long. I wasn’t able to concentrate through anything. Seeing you laying naked made me so horny." He admitted.
"It’s okay, I was taking a nap after having a little moment to my self." You replied.
"What do you mean." He asked.
"I saw an edit of you and it made me so horny that I had to hump my pillow." You added.
"Awn, my poor little girlfriend couldn’t wait for me to come back from work?" He said mocking you.
You blushed and grabbed his nape, pulling him closer to kiss him. He agreed and kissed you passionately.
"You’re so desperate, I love it." He said in between kisses. "Wanna ride me?" He added.
"How can I say no to you?" You said before getting flipped over by your boyfriend’s strong muscular arms.
You both started kissing even more passionately and you couldn’t wait to ride his thighs. You untucked the towel from his waist and admired his naked bottom half a little bit before positioning yourself similar to how you were with your pillow earlier. You started humping on his thigh and you soon felt a very similar sensation in your tummy once again. Sunoo was rubbing his length up and down admiring your body as you pleasured yourself on him. His face contorting into pleasure as your moans became louder and more sensual.
"Are you already cumming baby? You were this desperate?" He asked moaning.
"Yes~ fuck I’m so close." You whimpered.
He then had a sudden idea. He contracted the muscles in his thigh making it hard so you would have more sensations.
"OMG YES~ I’m cumming Sunoo!" You said loudly.
You kept humping his thigh until you had completely finished yourself. You Pussy now pulsating around nothing from your orgasm.
"Can you handle some more?" Sunoo asked stroking his dick faster and whimpering uncontrollably.
"Of course baby." You said.
He flipped you back around so you were under him facing him. He grabbed your ankles and positioned your legs over his broad shoulders before inserting his long length inside you.
"Ah~ so tight. So warm." He gasped.
"Sunoo~ you feel so good. Please move faster." You moaned in return.
"I won’t last long-"
"I don’t care just do it." You replied cutting him off.
He started thrusting like his life depended on it and soon enough his hips started stuttering. He reached down and started rubbing tight circles in your clitoris. "I’m cumming~" He said and you soon felt his warm seed leak all around your insides. He moaned so beautifully as you tightens around him coming down from yet another orgasm, moaning beautifully in the process.
He pulled out soon after catching his breath and said: "I think I’m gonna take another shower. Wanna join?"
"We’ll only if you don’t mind having a second round in the shower were I make you feel good for longer." You suggested.
"I won’t refuse." He said as you both made your way to the bathroom, expecting a long yet pleasant evening ahead.
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I Hope you guys liked this story. I will probably make a part two in the following week so stay tuned. I’m sorry if this one was shorter and more straight to the point, I hope it doesn’t ruin it for you guys. See you soon!❤️
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princessbrunette · 4 months
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alright. i know. i literally gave you an anakin prompt already. but☝️ ..i’m here with another one.
modern!anakin running one of those tumblr porn blogs to talk about his nasty little fantasies. (not sure you remember this, but i wrote him posting “i like doing evil things to pretty girls.” while ago as an example of that behavior) and you happen to follow him. maybe you interact with him because you’re intrigued by his gross language and you reach out (maybe you swap some pics, and agree to meet). not sure how you’d wanna play it but ! i thought you’d wanna know about it
i think what’s so sexy about him doing this is he’s like… oddly nonchalant about it? he’ll mutual you, but never come onto you in a sexual or creepy way bc he’s a people pleaser and cares too much about people thinking he’s a weirdo. instead he just sends you memes relating to something you posted about one time just to show he listens, you know?
and like duh, he wants to fuck you, he’s a guy with a dick. but it’s better just to befriend you first, right? doesn’t wanna be a douche about it.
but then the two of you start talking properly outside of just memes, and calling, and flirting, and oh god — you’re one of those people. falling for someone online. someone who wouldn’t care that much to fly out to see you right? right?
he ends up in your city, and suddenly you’re picking him up from the airport ?? and you’re thinking jesus christ, yeah i’ve seen pictures of him and he’s very good looking but that’s gotta be… altered in some way right? there’s no way someone that fine runs a tumblr blog that depraved… and soon all 6ft- what, 4? of him is walking towards you in the airport, smiling so friendly and opening his sculpted arms for a hug and you’re just ????? fuck my life ??????
so the two of you go out to a bar, and literally one glass of wine in each and you’re giving him the big doe fuck me eyes, talking so much you don’t even think to get a second drink, the chemistry buzzing through your bones and up your skirt. he didn’t think he’d be getting lucky this fast, jesus — he booked to be here for like 2 weeks so he can really milk it out of you. poor thing was just too needy for it.
you’re blabbering how you’ve never done this before, having some guy fly out and fucking him on the first night when you leave the bar arm in arm, headed straight for his hotel. you think he might crumble under the pressure, again — who runs a blog that depraved and actually knows how to do all the stuff they talk about? but he’s so calm, collected, chuckling at your eagerness, reiterating one million times that there doesn’t ’have to’ be anything. not to feel pressured to do anything just because he flew out. great, so he’s a good guy too. you’re surprised your arousal wasn’t running down your legs like a faucet.
he knows his stuff, and it shows back in the hotel room, bringing you a glass of water even though you had one glass, telling you to drink it, forcing every form of consent out of you because he needs to know you want this like he does. even so, so much kissing once you start — giving you time to back out, giving you time to get so drooly and desperate you’re humping his lap and nearly crying.
anakin soothes you. “what do you want baby? flew out here just to see this pretty face, lemme give you what you want sweet girl just gotta tell me.” muttering it against your lips like he’s casting a spell.
“wanna — wanna do all the stuff you wrote about. thought about it every night.” you mewl, your tits heaving against his strong chest. there’s that low chuckle again, pretty smile lines on his cheeks you can’t help but kiss.
“mm, i remember a few you liked a lot. what was that one about having you on my lap, dick all in your guts, just rubbing that pretty clit ‘til you cream all over it. something like that, right baby?” his hands are massaging your hips and god — yes, yes yes whatever you say, nodding so hard your head might come off.
safe to say he keeps his word, showing you everything he knows.
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nana-mania · 11 months
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“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend
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╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot
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࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa
࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers
࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff
࿐*ೃ tw : cursing
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╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"
Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.
"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.
"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.
"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.
"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.
But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.
"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.
Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.
"Alright, let's go now!"
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Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.
His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.
Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.
"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."
"You're always spoiling me."
"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."
Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.
Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."
You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.
You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.
"So, where should we go now?"
"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"
"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."
"But..."
"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."
Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.
"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.
Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.
"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."
"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."
"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."
"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."
The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.
Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.
"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.
"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"
Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.
Of course, this led to their downfall.
Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.
"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.
"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.
"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"
The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.
While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.
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lady-jane3 · 9 months
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Hii, could you do some soft sex with Swiss or mountain? Nothing kinky or rough/sexy, just soft love sex and comfort? They must show reader that they aren’t disgusting or slutty.
Thanks If you decide to do it <3
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pairing: mountain x reader
warnings: nsfw, vulnerability, & a little bit angsty/sentimental
a/n: I just realized I decided to write a lot of mountain fics & good for him, he deserves the attention
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His large hand cupped over my cheek as embarrassment of exposure started to grip at me, trying to soothe me back down. Mountain had me curled up over his lap, having scooped me up into his arms once I managed to shed my Ministry uniform – not giving me a second to even check myself or think about anything else.
It felt nice to have him hold me like that but I still felt vulnerable, trying to hide my face against Mountain’s frame without showing anything. My arms slung around my curled-up body to hide parts from his gaze, starting to think too much already the longer he just held me in place.
“Shhh, don’t do that. There’s nothing you need to hide from me.” He whispered warmly. “I’m glad you trust me enough just to let me see you and hold you like this. If you don’t wanna go any further, we don’t have to. But I want to help you through this, petal.”
“It’s… it’s okay.” I breathed out. “Just. Give me a second.”
“As long as you need.” He smiled, pressing a kiss over my head. “Can I just touch you a little? Maybe it’ll warm you up to it.”
“O-Okay.” I agreed, still hanging my head down and avoiding his gaze.
One of his hands reached down, large enough that he obscured the view of the apex of my thighs from me. His fingertips grazed my skin delicately, first just tracing along the insides of my thighs and gradually working his way closer. I just kept breathing through it.
My thoughts weren’t as self-deprecating and I tried to push them all away as Mountain kept touching me with increasing insistence. I couldn’t help my breaths getting heavier and I was relieved that it was harder for me to think about anything else, my stomach still twisted nervously though.
“There you go… good job, just try to relax. Just breathe, petal.” He whispered. “Open up a little for me, you’re doing so well.”
“I… Mountain, I can’t watch. It’s okay if you keep going, just don’t let me watch. I get embarrassed like that.” I spoke, my eyes closing as I tried to hide my face more into his chest.
“Alright, whatever will make you feel comfortable, we’ll do.” He promised. “You can stay just like this in my lap and look at me. Don’t turn your head down, don’t look up at the ceiling, just look into my eyes. I want you to feel good, to feel how much I care for you and not just that we’re fucking, alright? It’s different. Try to feel it, but if you want to stop – we stop.” He explained as my head turned up to face him.
I could see the sincerity in his eyes and sort of started to understand his point, “Okay.”
“Okay? Can I start now?” He asked, holding back any pressure from his tone.
Taking in a deep breath, I nodded, “You can start.”
Mountain held around me and repositioned me over his lap, having me face him. His eyes were kind and warm in their earthy color. Long, shaggy hair shrouded his shoulders and a light pink blush came over the dull green-brown skin tone of his cheeks. I admired his bronze-colored ram’s horns and the bits of moss at their bases.
It was easier to go through with this in a position where I could just look up into his face, not letting me start to get any thoughts of guilt or embarrassment when I was able to focus on how pretty he looked in front of me like this. 
But it also helped me come to a different realization. Mountain wasn’t one to usually take his mask off or spend too much time with anyone outside his packmates in the band. He was being vulnerable too. He had opened himself up to me too. He didn’t struggle with it as much as I did but he was trying his best to make me comfortable and I trusted him more than anyone else to take care of me like this.
Some of my nerves had dissolved as I thought deeper about that and how safe I felt with Mountain. He wouldn’t make me feel bad. He saw this as intimacy, as something sentimental. It was a reciprocal give and take, not anything that would make me dirty.
His thumb swiped my forehead as his other hand held over one side of my hip to position me just right, “What’s going on in there, petal?”
I let out a sigh and felt more of my nerves ease, “I’m feeling better about it. I… I was thinking about what you said. And I trust you completely.”
He smiled wider and pressed an innocent kiss to my forehead, “Good, I’m glad. You ready? I’ll go slow with you.”
I nodded, “I’m ready.”
“Just take a breath. Tell me if you need to pause or stop, okay?”
I gave him another nod, and he gently started easing me down. Mountain was doing all the coordinating work so I didn’t have to peek down at his lap. As I kept breathing, I still felt fine about it. He pushed and it felt how it usually did – a bit foreign and quite a lot more of a stretch. Just without the feeling of guilt or filthiness dragging at me.
Instead, we were simply… connected more this way. I wrapped my arms around him, my chin against his chest as I looked up at him. His face shifted as he tried to hold himself back, forcing himself to go slowly and grit his teeth. 
Finally, he gave a sigh of relief when I was fully seated over him. His arms wrapped around me too, his hands settling right over my tailbone. A sweet, admiring smile was on his flushed face as he looked down at me and pressed his lips to my forehead, keeping them there or nuzzling his nose against the spot but not moving away.
After a few minutes like that, I was accustomed to the stretch and the foreign feeling within me. I could just focus on how wrapped up in each other we were. He was holding me into himself, keeping me in his lap and shielding me from anything else. I could only smell his earthy, grounding scent and feel his warmth all around me. 
“You okay, petal?” He asked softly, his lips brushing against my forehead.
“This feels nice. More comfortable than any other way.” I answered. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” He cheered softly. “Anything for you.”
There was a comfortable pause as I soaked in his scent and warmth, feeling like a cat basking in the sun. 
Then Mountain piped up again: “We can keep sitting like this but let me know when I can move, it’s… easier to go slow than not at all. But only when you want.”
I looked up into his eyes, seeing the kind and patient light in them, then answered him with my actions. Figuring out how my weight was distributed and how I could leverage myself over him, I gradually came just a little bit up off his length then pushed my hips back down.
His exhales turned shaky and his fingers dug into my skin as his eyes closed lightly, enjoying the slight relief. He repositioned his hands to my hips and helped me move, pulling me up to a steady rhythm then letting me back down. 
“Y-You’re taking me really well, petal. Fuck, it feels good. I’m glad you’re feeling better about this.” He answered through a strained, low voice.
I shook my head as I looked at him, “I have you to thank, Mountain. I-I wouldn’t be doing this without you. I feel better be-because of you.”
There wasn’t any harshness to his touches, intensity of stimulation building up too quickly, no roughness to his words. It was like going over a steady slope, coming up slowly and enjoying the ride there. Then, little by little, it all started to grow higher and higher. Warmth gently spread through my veins and I let go against him, my head limply resting against him.
Mountain smoothed a hand down my back as he kept going just a few more times. There was no sweat, no catching our breath through gasping pants, just a gentle pleasure from something beyond just the physical aspect. I didn’t feel dirty from it – I felt like he cared for me and was showing it, just as I was with him.
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shatcey · 20 days
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Double or nothing (Nobunaga)
Mitsuhide Ieyasu Nobunaga
As I said before, Nobu is always good at events. I cannot decide whose story was more hot, his or Mitsuhide's. It feels like they cannot stop competing. Or maybe I just imagining… because I love them both.
So… Mai saved up money to buy something for Nobu as a gift. But then she asks him what he wants… well…
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Mai doesn't wanna give up, so she keeps thinking about the gift while she goes to the market. And she supposedly accidentally meets Motonari. He out of the kindness of his heart (haha) decided to help.
Challenge him. But Nobunaga is very smart, and it's impossible to beat him in the game. That's why he's offering… to cheat, sort of…
A few days later, Mai challenged Nobu. Play three games, and whoever wins more times will receive a reward. He just asked her what she wanted as a reward and instantly agree. He's pretty confident for a reason.
The first part of the game was to predict which person they would see first, male or female. Mai spent several days checking out this particular place at this particular time… So she was sure… but lost. She prepared, but not well enough
The second was the tower game… I think. She builds a mountain out of sand and puts something on top (I don't remember). And they take turns removing the sand from under this something. Nobu immediately, without hesitation, removed a lot of sand, and Mai realized that she would probably lose, and that would be the end, she would lose the game…
And suddenly…
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He's so cute. He noticed that she wanted to win so badly, and decided to play along. Actually he doesn't care if he wins or loses…
And the last one was a memory game. Mai made cards based on her work: needles, threads, materials, and so on… It was definitely easier for her to remember that way. And in the end she won...
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So as a reward, she demands an answer…
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And the more he asks of her, the more it reminds me…
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Yeah… it was a "strip-go" without a "go")))
And in the night Mai feels a little conflicted.
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So he gaves her a little more…
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Damn you, Nobu… I'm blushing again)
But he cannot stop being just sexy…
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Oh… that smile of his… I'm melting…
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Anonymous: Ohhh how do you think the re8 ladies go about grooming themselves? Like clean shaven, trimmed or a full-on bush down there?
18+ Minors DNI
Y'all really know how to grab my attention! I gotta answer this one now. Just for the record, I’m a full supporter of body hair everywhere. Let’s get into it!
Alcina:
Honestly? I kinda go back and forth between thinking she would go full bush or neatly trimmed. But, for me, I think she would be pretty closely trimmed down there. She just strikes me as someone who would do a lot of intimate grooming. Imagine the big ass razor she’s gotta use to shave lol. She could (And definitely would) cut some people with it. Not gonna lie though, you’d probably suffocate if you were going down on her and she had a full bush T^T She’s so big. But that’s how I’d wanna die, y'know?
Donna:
Okay, for Donna I have a particular head canon. Before Donna starts dating you, I think she wouldn’t really bother with her pubic hair. My babygirl was so depressed before she found somebody and didn’t really practice a lot of self-care. She hardly had enough energy to brush teeth, let alone groom down there. So, in that respect, definitely full bush. However, I think Donna would be very self-conscious of it once she becomes intimate with you. Before she even lets you see her naked, I think she would shave it all. Completely bare. I mean, that’s fine too, but I, personally, think pubic hair is hot, so yeah…
Miranda:
Despite all of the science pointing towards hair protecting your privates from germs, I think Miranda would definitely be neatly trimmed. I mean, true, it wouldn’t really matter for her because of the cadou, but still. She wouldn’t be bare, but very short. Maybe a landing strip. I don’t know why, but she strikes me as someone who would not like a lot of body hair on herself. My girl takes her time and makes sure she is careful when she does shave, for sure. After all, if she nicks the coochie, there’s no one to help her in that village. I’d make it my mission to help her, though.
Bela:
Clean shaven. 100%. She just gives me that vibe. She doesn’t have a lot of control in her life because, at least in her mind, she has to live up to the Dimitrescu name. Her body hair is one of the few things she feels she can have personal autonomy with. She also strikes me as liking to wear revealing underwear for the same reason. Imagine getting ready to have sex with Bela and her suddenly taking off her dress and she’s wearing a lace thong. Hot damn, y'all.
Cassandra:
I definitely think full bush. She doesn’t care what anyone else thinks and she’s got things to do! She’s not gonna shave herself to please anyone. She thinks she looks sexy with a full bush (I agree). I don’t know, just thinking about Cass in this context is… Yowza for me. I think out of all of the sisters she is the least concerned with personal appearance. She just doesn’t dwell on grooming and tend to the finer things, like shaving, all the time.
Daniela:
I think she is pretty neatly trimmed, but not super short. She just strikes me as wanting to keep herself groomed. I wonder if the curtains match the drapes… I can imagine fiery red hair down there too, actually. I could make a joke that she only shaves half of her hoo-hah to match her haircut, but I’m way too classy for that… ;) She’s read so many romance novels, I’m sure she has to have read about how the characters groom down there. She probably just tries to mimic how her fave characters shave (Or not), if I’m being honest.
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