#to hold a hand to touch a face to hug a body

[alltheirdamn]

DECLINED | Mechanic!Joel x f!reader

*The Bet*

Summary: Joel makes you a bet during a night out. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 3k Warnings: Pre-outbreak AU, mechanic!joel, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, banter, teasing, semi-public sex, unprotected piv sex, oral (f! receiving), edging, ROUGH sex, squirting, hair pulling, choking, cum eating, facial, light spanking, light face slapping, heavy kissing, explicit language, pet names (darlin', cowboy, babydoll), brat taming (kinda?) A/N: This is just pure FILTH. Eat it up, kids, I know you love it.

Masterlist | Ko-Fi

Friday nights always meant date night with Joel. With Tommy babysitting Sarah and the work day done for you both, he insisted on taking you to his favorite bar on the outskirts of town. You were looking forward to a night alone, especially when you had a surprise up your sleeve. Earlier in the week, you came across a boutique in downtown Austin that sold very…niche t-shirts…and couldn’t help buying one. Putting the finishing touches on your makeup, you stepped back and admired your outfit. You had on the tiniest pair of cut-off denim shorts hugging your ass, a pair of worn black cowboy boots, and a fitted tank top with Cowboy Pillows written across your chest. It was perfect, and you knew it would drive Joel crazy. 

Joel stopped dead in his tracks when you came waltzing out of the house and toward his truck; the hand holding open the passenger door tightened until his knuckles turned white. 

Staring you down with a fire lit behind his big puppy dog eyes, Joel shook his head in protest.

“Absolutely the fuck not, babydoll,” he swore. “Take that pretty ass back inside and change.”

You stood before the truck with your arms crossed and the biggest pout forming on your lips. 

“Did you even read my shirt, cowboy?” You asked, moving your arms to reveal the words stretched over your breasts. 

“It’s very cute, darlin’, but you ain’t goin’ out like that,” Joel grumbled. 

“Why?” You frowned. 

“I ain’t tryna get arrested tonight. ‘Cause if one man lay eyes on those perky tits, I’m killin’ them.”

You strode toward him, pressing your body against his. His hands found their usual spot over the swell of your ass, his fingers prodding into the supple flesh hidden under the denim. You hummed as his mouth dipped to your ear, his teeth grazing over the shell as his voice dropped low. 

“Why don’t we just stay in?” He breathed. “Wanna take you right back in the house and fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

“You promised me a night out, Joel,” you whined. 

He made his way down your neck, peppering you with open-mouthed kisses before responding to your demands.

“Fine,” he muttered against your skin. “Get your sexy ass in the fuckin’ truck, and let’s go.”

He released you and climbed into the truck with a mischievous grin. Joel quickly pulled you across the bench, tucking you into his side as he pulled out of the driveway and toward the bar. You brushed your hand over Joel’s thigh, your fingers creeping up to the zipper of his jeans. He shifted in the seat, spreading his legs a little wider to welcome more of your touch. 

“You’re gonna get yourself in trouble, babydoll,” he warned. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently. 

His hand shot out before you could drag his zipper down, bringing your fingers up to his mouth to place gentle kisses along each digit. 

“I’ll make you a bet,” he smirked, turning his head to look at you.

“What kind of bet?”

“No touchin’ each other tonight. The first person to do it loses.”

A giggle bubbled out of you as you considered his offer. Knowing Joel, he’d lose before you stepped into the bar. The idea of teasing him all night already had your thighs clenching tight, the friction of the denim against your aching clit nearly too painful to bear.

“What happens to the loser?” You asked.

“Loser gets to do whatever the other one wants.”

The truck slowed to a stop as the streetlight turned red, and you moved closer to reel him in for a deep kiss. If this bet was going to happen, you wanted all the attention before you set out to win the bet. Joel’s tongue brushed over your lips, coaxing your mouth open wider and deepening the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, tangling your hands in his hair to hold him closer. 

“You’re on, cowboy,” you grinned, pulling away as the light turned green. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”

“We’ll see ‘bout that, darlin'.”

The bar was mildly crowded for a Friday night. Most of the patrons were older men sulking around or flirting with the bartenders. Soft country music floated out of the jukebox in the corner, and you found yourself swaying your hips to the melody. Joel watched you as you danced, his eyes never leaving your body unless he caught wind of another man admiring you from afar. You laughed each time he scowled at them and upped the movement of your hips just to get a rise out of him. Watching him try to hold back from touching you was cute, his hand nearly crushing the beer he was nursing. 

After your third drink, the tipsy feeling started to settle in, and self-restraint was slowly phasing out of your body. Joel noticed the shift in your mood as you perched yourself on a barstool. You tried to hide the way you clenched your thighs, chasing the friction of the denim rubbing against your aching clit. Leaning in as close as he could, Joel lowered his head and chuckled. 

“Doin’ okay, babydoll?” He whispered in your ear, his mouth a breath away from your neck.

You shivered at the phantom touch; he was so close, yet not close enough. 

“Stop it,” you exhaled. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Not playin’ fair?” He questioned. “You ain’t been playin’ fair since you walked out the damn house.”

“Aw, poor baby,” you feigned sympathy. “Am I driving you crazy with my lil’ outfit?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea, darlin’.”

Scootching off the barstool, you tilted your head toward the vacant pool table. Joel’s eyes followed the motion, raising his brow at your silent invitation.

“Y’wanna play?” He asked. “Hope you’re ready to lose, darlin’.”

“You talk a big game, cowboy. You’re on.”

You grabbed a cue stick and waited for Joel to rack the balls and center them on the green velvet table. He grabbed his own stick and gestured to you to start. 

“All you, babydoll. Let’s see it.”

You rounded the table and leaned over to line your stick with the cue ball. Inhaling on the pull of your stick, you exhaled and drove it into the cue. The sound of the resin balls breaking shattered the music in the background, their triangle formation scattering across the table. You managed to sink two striped balls into the left corner pocket and rose to assess the damage. Joel stared at you, impressed, nodding as he lined up his stick with the cue. 

“Y’got stripes, babydoll. Solid’s are mine,” he mutters, his eyes trained on the ball. 

You watched, mesmerized, as Joel’s shoulder muscles moved fluidly with each extension of his arm. With a strong drive of the stick, Joel sunk the four ball into the right-center pocket. Giving you a cocky grin, he rounded the table again, this time directly facing you. He stared up at you, his eyes dark under the furrow of his brows. You bent over the table's edge, propping your face onto your hands and shimming your shoulders slightly. Joel’s eyes snapped up to your chest, fixated on the way your breasts pushed together.

“Not fair,” he gritted before sending his stick into the cue ball. 

The ball scratched on the table, missing the solid he aimed for. You smirked at him, sticking your tongue out as you skipped around the table to settle into position against the table. You eyed Joel as he moved to stand behind you, and you rewarded him with pushing your ass out further. Giving your hips a little wiggle, you sent a forceful shot into the cue, sinking the nine ball and ricocheting it against the twelve ball, sending it into the right corner pocket. 

“Damn,” Joel mumbled, tracking your body as you lined up for your third turn. 

“Didn’t think I was good, huh?” You laughed. 

“You’re good at everythin’, darlin’.”

The dip in his voice vibrated up your body as you pressed your legs against the table to line up for the next stroke. Joel leaned his hip against the corner of the table, folding his arms as he watched you aim your stick at the cue. 

“C’mon, babydoll,” he whispered, drawing your focus away from the shot and causing the cue ball to sink into the pocket rather than the fifteen ball you were gunning toward. 

“You play dirty,” you grumbled. 

Joel crowded you, his body inches from yours. You arched into the distance between your bodies, barely keeping your chest from brushing his. 

“I bet those panties are already soaked, huh?” Joel teased.

You gave him an innocent smile, ready to deliver the final blow to his restraint. Rising onto your toes, you kept your mouth close to his ear. 

“They would be if I were wearing any, cowboy.”

You pulled back to see Joel’s nostrils flaring, his eyes roaming down your body and back up. 

“Bathroom. Now.” He demanded. 

“But we’re still playing,” you whined, gesturing to the pool table. 

Joel’s hand shot out to your waist, dragging you to his body. 

“Fuck the game. Need you in that bathroom now so I can fuck that sassiness outta you,” he growled. 

“I’m not sassin’ you, cowboy. You’re just a sore loser,” you taunted. 

“I ain’t gonna ask again, babydoll. You either walk to the bathroom right now, or I fuck you on that pool table in front of everyone.”

“Maybe I want a crowd,” you shrugged with a coy grin. “Bend me over right here, cowboy. Show them who’s yours.”

“Bet you’d like that, huh? Have all them eyes on you while you scream my name and soak the table. Y’wanna show everyone how good y’take my cock?”

“Do it,” you smiled. 

Joel’s hand traveled down your ass, squeezing it hard enough to make you yelp before smacking it hard. A few heads turned at the sound, their wandering eyes scrutinizing you and Joel. Even though Joel could be all talk, you knew he wouldn’t actually fuck you in front of everyone, not when he was the most protective and selfish man there was. 

You were too turned on to fight it now. Turning toward the bathroom, you glanced over your shoulder and smiled as Joel watched you walk to the dimly lit hallway of the bar. You didn’t have the care to notice heads turning to stare at you as you passed, the excitement too strong as it coursed through your veins. You barely had a hand on the door when you felt a warm body pressed against your back, and Joel was quick to shove you inside the one-stall bathroom. With a quick turn of the lock, he had you pinned to the ceramic sink and his mouth crashing against yours. While you tangled your fingers into his messy curls, Joel worked at your shorts, tugging the tight denim down your hips and thighs. He broke away from your lips, staring down at your bare sex as you spread your legs slightly. 

“Fuckin’ christ, babydoll,” he exhaled. “Can’t believe you been keepin’ this from me all night.”

“Like what you see?” 

Joel wrapped two strong hands behind your thighs and lifted you onto the edge of the sink. You gasped at the shock of the cold against your bare ass, bucking your hips forward to search for his warmth. He lowered himself onto his knees, keeping a firm grip on your thighs as you settled your calves over his shoulders. Peering up at you between your parted legs, Joel gave you a wicked grin before brushing his nose up your inner thighs. 

“You know I won, right?” You questioned as his tongue pressed against your throbbing clit. “Technically, I should be calling the shots.”

Joel glared up at you, his pupils blown wide under the red lights of the bathroom. 

“Y’can call the shots all you want later,” he mumbled. “Right now, you’re mine.”

You cried as his tongue dipped inside you, his jaw working overtime to pull each pitiful sound from your body. He drew circles around your slick folds, purposefully avoiding your aching clit. You whined every time his tongue brushed close to it, that agonizing surge of pleasure coursing through your body. Music from the bar drifted into the bathroom, layering over the frustrated cries leaving your lips. 

“Stop teasing, cowboy,” you panted, bucking your hips against his tongue.

“This is what ya’ get, darlin’,” Joel spoke against your wet cunt.

“Please,” you begged.

He pulled away entirely, leaving you chasing the orgasm you never got. Spinning you toward the mirror, Joel worked at freeing his cock with one hand while pressing the other hand into your spine. You flattened against the sink, your hands pressed against the mirror. Glancing up, you met his eyes in the mirror, watching as his lips twitched into a devilish grin. That was all the warning he gave before he drove into you in one fluid stroke. 

“Fuck!” You cried, your head falling between your shoulders.

Joel’s hand wound around your hair, twisting it into a ponytail and yanking your neck back until you strained against his grip. 

“Nuh uh, babydoll,” Joel grunted. “Watch me while I fuck you.”

You locked your eyes with his through the reflection, watching as his face twisted into something carnal. He pounded into you with enough force to make the sink underneath you creak with the weight pressed against it. Joel kept a relentless pace, dismissing every whine and sob falling off your lips. He reached around you with his other hand, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing tight. You heaved in a breath as your vision blurred, the pleasure mixing with pain every time he slammed into you.

Your orgasm started surging up through your core, snaking into your bloodstream and becoming unbearable to hold back. You choked out a sob, your thighs quaking as the pleasure built inside your stomach.

“Joel,” you choked. 

“Y’need to cum, babydoll?” Joel taunted, driving into you hard.

His cock hit the right spot over and over again until he felt your cunt clenching around him. He pulled out at the exact moment your orgasm exploded through your body, liquid gushing out of you and down your thighs. Joel growled in approval, sinking back into you as the aftershocks sent tremors through your limbs.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised. “Keep takin’ my fuckin’ cock. I ain’t done yet, babydoll.”

His hand was still gripping your throat, his fingers applying more pressure to cut off your ragged whimpers. You clawed at the edge of the sink, entirely at Joel’s mercy as he wrecked into you harder…faster. He didn’t lie when he said he was going to fuck the sass out of you; you were helpless in this moment. 

But you fucking loved it.

“So. Fuckin’. Good.” Joel punched out each word through every thrust. 

Joel released your throat and wrapped both hands in your hair, using it to guide your hips back against his cock. You were so full of him and so sore, but you couldn’t deny the pressure swelling inside your stomach. You gasped for air as each thrust grew stronger, his cock assaulting you until you spasmed under him and let your orgasm rush out of you. 

“Fuck! Fuck… fuck… fuck,” you chanted, chasing the throbbing pulse inside your body. 

Warm liquid drenched his cock, the lewd sound of his hips meeting yours echoing around you. Joel pulled out suddenly, leaving you hollow and soaked. Wrangling you to your knees, Joel pumped his cock over your open mouth, grunting out your name as his release painted your tongue and lips. Bending down to eye level, Joel lapped up the cum dripping off your swollen lips before bringing his hand up to slap your cheek. He rubbed a hand over your face, smearing your makeup around, leaving you a fucked-out mess.

“Y’look so pretty like this,” he hummed, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. You whimpered into his mouth, his tongue intertwining with yours. 

“I love you, babydoll,” he sighed, pressing his lips against your forehead. 

“I love you too, cowboy,” you preened. 

You were used to him being rough—dominant—but this possessiveness was intoxicating. You wanted more.

“I think I should sass you more often,” you giggled. 

“You enjoy bein’ fucked like a bratty lil’ slut?” He smirked. 

“Love it,” you exhaled, dragging him back to your mouth. 

Joel helped you back into your shorts after you both took a moment to breathe. You turned towards the mirror and admired the complete mess that you were; your hair was mangled into knots, your shirt was askew, and your face was covered in streaks of mascara, smeared lipstick, and drool. A giggle bubbled out of you as you tried to tame down your hair and wipe away some of the makeup coating your rosy cheeks. Joel grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the mirror.

“Leave it,” he whispered. “Want everyone to see how filthy you are.”

“Seriously?” You gaped. 

Joel nodded his eyes, his eyes coasting over your body. 

“Seriously, babydoll. Need to show them you’re mine.”

“I think they already know,” you said pointedly. “I’m pretty sure I was loud enough to break the jukebox.”

He chuckled at your statement, tapping your ass and guiding you toward the door. Dropping his mouth to your ear, he softly kissed your neck before twisting the lock open.

“C’mon, darlin’. Let’s go home so y’can have your way with me.”

“I’m going to make you pay for this, cowboy,” you warned. “I'm going to have you on your knees begging for it.”

“I’ll happily worship you all night, babydoll,” he smiled, kissing your cheek before guiding you into the hall and out to his truck.

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[kennnnnnto]

𝝑𝝔 an: it’s been a looong time and i wanted to start from 0 so hey everyone!! enjoy this, and don’t forget to reblog if you do!

when nanami opens his eyes it takes a few seconds for him to properly understand where is he located, the sleepy haze still trying to tug him back into closing his heavy lids.

he blinks rapidly, recognising the neutral ceiling of his living room, the setting sun’s rays scattered around the room through the curtain covered windows and the soft cushions of the couch under his body. he also remembers how he was so tired that even changing out of his clothes was out of question as he just plopped down onto the first horizontal surface he found available, the thought of dozing off too inviting to ignore.

kento groans lightly, feeling his sore limbs ache as he tries to move them, but the sound is stuck in his throat when he turns his head to find you right by his side.

breath fanning lightly of the side of his face, your cheek smushed against the side of the pillow and your forearms as you kneel on the floor beside the couch, sleeping peacefully like you always do in his presence. he feels guilty when he imagines you coming back home to find him like this as you’re still in your work clothes, and the pain in your neck and back, from sitting like that for so long.

he sits up on the couch as quietly as he can, face cringing at the cracking of his joints. nanami’s eyes focus on your once again as he lets his touch startle you, fingers gliding over your hairline and eyebrows, the slope of your nose, your pouting lips and your relaxed jaw. expression so calm and etheral he almost feels jealous at how comfortable you look sleeping on the floor in a slumped sitting position.

you stir and bury your face in your forearms before inhaling rapidly and lifting your head.

the sleepy smile that stretches over your lips spreads warmth through his ribcage, his heart feeling it particularly well.

kento crouches down by your side, hand now cupping your cheek affectionately, “what are you doing here, my darling?”

“just wanted to sleep with you, ‘nami,” you mutter, barely understandable but nanami always knows what you mean, as you nuzzle deeper into his palm, clearly half asleep and ready to switch off again.

“‘should have woken me up, you know i’d never say no to a nap with you.”

you shuffle closer to him, raising your hands as a sign for him to hug you, but nanami opts on grabbing you under your shoulders and knees and lifting you up. as he hugs you to his chest, nanami feels flowers blooming inside everywhere you touch him, where your hands rest on him.

so sweet, so considerate, so lovely you are, making him smile just by existing by his side and being so good to him. he changes you out of clothes and does the same for himself, leaving the other things from your routine for later to not let the sleepiness get away.

and nanami holds you a bit tighter that evening, the corners of his lips upturned at all times when he’s with you.

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[teapartyprincess4two]

Affectionate- M. Sturniolo

pairing: TouchStarved!Reader x Affectionate!Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request, thank you @sugrhigh for helping me figure this out luv u shnookums

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, slight cursing

summary: head cannons of Matt being affection with his touch starved girlfriend!

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☆SFW

Affection and PDA isn’t something that comes naturally to you. When you and Matt first started dating, you would keep your distance, but eventually you grew used to it.

☆ When you and Matt first started dating you struggled with any and every form of physical intimacy.

☆ You’re mindlessly flicking through clothes racks at the mall. “Opinions?” Matt asks, holding a shirt in front of your face and slinging an arm over your shoulder.

☆ Subconsciously, you shrug his arm off your shoulder. “That’s cute! I like that,” you reply, scooting further away from Matt.

☆ “Okay, weirdo,” he laughs, but deep down it hurt every time you shied away from him. He tried not to look too into it, but it seemed like you were always avoiding his touch.

☆ “I’ll be back, babe. I’m gonna take Chris to the store,” Matt informs you as he throws his wallet and phone into his pocket.

☆ “Okay, have fun,” you reply simply. Matt stands in front of you fully expecting a quick kiss or even a hug, but you return to your previous activity.

☆ He leaves feeling sad, but still doesn’t bring it up.

☆ It goes on like this for a while, and Matt tries his best to see past it.

☆ You’re currently at an influencer event. The venue is crowded, loud, and overstimulating, forcing you to remain at Matt’s side for the entire night.

☆ He introduces you to a few of his friends, “Hey guys, this is my girlfriend Y/n.” His arms wrap around your waist, immediately causing your body to stiffen.

☆ “Hi,” you say meekly. Matt pulls you in closer, resting his head on your shoulder and peppering your face with kisses.

☆ When you keep leaning away from him, he stops and lets go of you completely. It bothers him enough for him to bring it up once you’re home.

☆ “Y/n, can we talk?” he asks, leaning on the restroom doorframe as you wash your face. You hum in response.

☆ Matt takes a deep breath, preparing to ask the question he’s been dreading the answer to. “Are you embarrassed of me?“

☆ It catches you off guard, “What? No! Why would you even ask that?”

☆ He rolls his eyes, “Because you never let me hug or kiss you.” No response from you, you don’t even know what to say.

☆ The conversation starts innocently but quickly becomes an argument. Matt keeps pushing the subject no matter how hard you try to avoid it, asking you questions you don’t know how to answer.

☆ “it’s not my fault you’re clingy!” you exclaim, throwing exasperated hands in the air. Matt nods his head slowly as his lips form a tight lipped smile.

☆ He doesn’t say anything else, instead leaving to your shared bedroom before he says something he’ll regret.

☆ You immediately wish you could take the words back. “Matt?” your voice is quiet as you enter the room, slowly crawling over to his figure on the bed.

☆ His back is to you. You snake an arm around his waist and apologize for everything you said.

☆ “Do you actually think I’m clingy?” he asks, looking at you over his shoulder. “No, I’m sorry. I struggle with the whole PDA thing, but I’m gonna try and work through it okay?”

☆ From that moment forward, you’re much more conscious of your actions.

☆ Matt will hug you, kiss you, or hold your hand in public and you no longer pull away.

☆ Instead you’re pulling him in for a longer kiss than he intended. And eventually you’re the one who initiates the PDA.

☆ You and Matt are sat on a picnic blanket, watching as the sun begins to set. “My back hurts,” he mumbles, shifting uncomfortably in his spot.

☆ You mindlessly scoot closer to him, pulling his body in until it’s resting against your chest.

☆ He gives you a surprised look, “Literally who are you and WHAT did you do to my girlfriend?”

☆ “Shush,” you chuckle, placing soft kisses all over his face.

☆ Other times, you’ll just seek his touch when you’re alone.

☆ “What’s taking so long?” you ask. Matt’s been stirring pasta for what seems like forever.

☆ “It’s almost done, you goof,” he laughs. You groan, resting your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist.

☆ “You smell good,” you murmur, earning a dopey smile from him.

☆ NSFW

The lack of affection can be attributed to a lot of things, and Matt knows that, but doesn’t make it hurt any less. Sometimes, he can only thing of one way to reach you a lesson.

☆ “What the fuck was that?” Matt grits, referring to the scene you caused in front of his friends. All he wanted to do was kiss you, but you dodged the kiss so aggressively that it was embarrassing.

☆ “Here we go again,” you say. “I’m not doing this right now, Matt,” you turn on your heels, ready to escape the conversation.

☆ “You are doing this right now actually.” He grabs you by your elbow, pulling you into him abruptly.

☆ “You think it’s cute to embarrass me in front of my friends like that?” his voice is low, his breath fanning against your neck with each word. You’re slightly intimidated, but mostly aroused.

☆ He holds a firm grip on your neck, bringing you in for a hungry kiss.

☆ Before you know it, he’s fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror. “Look at how fucked out I have you,” he growls, “remember this next time you wanna act stupid.”

☆ Other times, he’s just so extremely touch starved.

☆ Matt trails kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, kisses that you’re trying to avoid.

☆ “I’m busy, Matt,” you whisper, but with each kiss your breath becomes choppier.

☆ “But I need you,” he whines, pressing his erection into your lower back.

☆ “Later,” you try and reason, but he’s not listening.

☆ That’s what leads to you riding him on the couch until he’s so overstimulated his eyes tear up.

☆ “I can’t—,” he whimpers. “You can,” your voice is firm. “You begged for this, baby. Don’t you remember?”

☆ He clenches his eyes shut, fists bawled at his side. His teeth bite so deep into his lip that he draws blood, orgasming for the 5th time.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: you stumped me with this rec anon lolol had to pull out the reinforcements ( @sugrhigh )

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[vbecker10]

Coffee Coffee Coffee

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Your over protective boyfriend, Loki, finds out you haven't eaten anything today and he's not happy about it but in your defense, you did have coffee.

A/N: I didn't even have coffee today so it's weird that this is in my brain lol... enjoy 💚

A series of knocks pulls your attention from the email you are typing and you check the clock in the corner of the screen. There's only one person who could be looking for you this late, the rest of your team went home a little over an hour ago.

You rub your eyes and get up from your desk, "Come in, Loki."

The door opens and the God of Mischief enters, "Hello darling." He meets you in the middle of your office and pulls you into a tight hug.

You reach up and kiss his lips lightly, pulling away much too soon for Loki's liking. He smirks, "Well now that won't do."

"No?" you ask with a smile.

He shakes his head no. You reach up again and as he leans to me you, you change direction slightly so you kiss his cheek. A giggle escapes you as Loki's hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush against his body. His left hand raises to your cheek and he tilts your head up gently, then he presses his lips firmly to yours. His hand grips your hip tighter and you give into his kiss.

"I'm still working," you tell him breathlessly when your lips finally leave his.

"You work too hard," he tells you as he lets go of you.

He walks towards one of the empty chairs facing you desk and takes a seat. You move past him to sit behind you desk but he gently catches your wrist. Pulling lightly, he brings you towards him and lifts you onto his lap so you are facing him.

"I missed you today," he tells you in a low voice, his hands settle on your lower back.

"I missed you too, I'm sorry I had to cancel our lunch. Today has been awful," you wave towards your desk which is stacked high with files.

"Will you be much longer?" he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind you ear.

You shrug, "Hopefully only another hour. I just need to finish-". Your stomach rumbles, cutting into your sentence and you cringe when you can see in his eyes that he heard it.

"Did you eat anything today?" he asks in response to the sound.

"I had coffee," you answer quickly and immediately know that was the wrong answer.

His fingers drum rhythmically on your hip and he asks, "Did you at least drink any water?"

"Yea a little," you nod but he raises his eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, there's water in coffee."

He groans, his hand raising to cover his eyes. You hold back a giggle, knowing it won't help your situation. "Why are you like this?" he asks in a half joking tone.

You smile wide and shrug, "I like coffee."

"I can see that darling," he says, shaking his head lightly to hide a smile. "Dare I ask how many cups you've had today?"

You pretend to think for a moment then begin to count on your fingers, "One, two, three, four, five-"

"Y/N," he stops you.

"Only two," you answer.

"Are you sure?" he asks in a tone that means he clearly does not believe you.

You look away from his gaze but he touches your chin and guides your eyes back to his. "Four... but they were hours apart," you tell him honestly.

He shakes his head, "Love, you can't survive on coffee alone."

"That's literally how I made it through college," you inform him and cross your arms against your chest.

Without another word, he lifts you off his lap and sets you down so he can get up. "What-" you start to ask but he takes your hand and begins to move towards the door. "Where are we going? I still have work to do," you tell him.

"We're going to get dinner," he says as he opens the door.

You suddenly realize how hungry you are and follow him out into the hallway. "Ooh, can we get dessert too?" you ask with a smile.

He nods, "Of course, darling."

"And coffee?" you ask half joking.

"I think you've had enough coffee for the week," he answers as he pushes the button for the elevator.

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paige comforting her gf after she’s had a bad week or smth would be cute

GOD I LOVE HURT/COMFORT THIS HAS TO BE MY FAVORITE TROPE EVER

─ warnings | just cutesy paige, so so so fluffy, hurt to comfort! nothing else

paige's arms embraced you tightly as your eyes shut, feeling the whole week's pressures slowly dissipate. it had been the shittiest week in a while and all you wanted to do was go home and hug your girlfriend, she was the only person in the world who could make you feel better when the universe felt like it was against you.

"it's okay, i'm here now." paige's voice was muffled as she planted a warm kiss on your temple, her arms still wrapped tightly around you. you sighed deeply, finally allowing yourself to relax in her comforting embrace.

with your eyes still closed, you let yourself sink into the warmth of her hug, feeling the weight of the world gradually lift off your shoulders. paige's gentle reassurance was exactly what you needed in that moment, a reminder that no matter how tough things got, you weren't alone.

slowly, you opened your eyes, meeting Paige's gaze with a grateful expression. "thank you," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

paige's smile softened, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "you don't have to do anything alone," she said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "we're in this together, remember?"

"yeah." your voice was soft as her hands slid down your body to grip your hand, guiding you to your room wordlessly. she climbed into bed and almost subconsciously you did the same, falling on top of her tall frame.

her hands found your hair and began running her hands through it, you felt your whole body easing into it. you loved it when did that and she knew that it was what you needed right now.

you closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation of her fingers threading through your hair. each stroke seemed to melt away the stress and tension that had been plaguing you, leaving nothing but a warm quietness in its wake. you nestled closer to her, your head resting against her chest as you listened to the steady beat of her heart.

"you wanna talk about it?" her voice was quiet as she continued running her fingers through your hair.

"later, i just wanna be with you right now." you responded as she pulled you in closer as her hands gripped your hips in response.

"okay," she murmured softly, her lips brushing against the top of your head. "we can just be here, together."

you sighed in content, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at her understanding. in that moment, you didn't want to dwell on the stresses of the week or the challenges that lay ahead. all you wanted was to bask in the warmth of her love and the comfort of her embrace. with her arms wrapped securely around you, you felt safe and protected, as if nothing in the world could touch you.

and so, you let yourselves sink into the moment, reveling in the simple pleasure of each other's company. no words were needed as you lay intertwined, finding solace in silent understanding.

"i love you. and i'm proud of you, baby." paige's words came out soft as you sniffled.

"i love you, too."

god, how could she know exactly what to say in every moment? paige words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, filling you with a sense of love that washed away any lingering doubts or fears.

with a tender smile, you pressed a kiss to her chest, feeling the steady thump of her heartbeat beneath your lips. "thank you," you murmured, your voice filled with emotion. "for everything."

paige's arms tightened around you in response, holding you close as if she never wanted to let you go. "i love you," she repeated as you sighed, relaxed.

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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  you and miguel finally express your love for each other in a very romantic evening back at his penthouse, the beginning of your life together as a couple.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  smut, unprotected sex (nah bro), creampie, fem oral, breast play, praising, pet names, softdom!miguel, swearing, very fluffy, happily ever after ass ending 【 mdni 】

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anticipation flows through both of your bodies as miguel walks through the portal, carrying you in his arms. he steps foot into his bedroom of his penthouse. standing in front of the bed, miguel carefully sets you down on the plush mattress, your hair spread out on the sheets. he positions himself over you, his large muscular body engulfing your smaller figure. he rests on his elbows to hold himself up, knees in between your legs. you hold each other’s lustful gazes before miguel captures your lips into another passionate kiss. you cup his face, caressing his cheeks while his hands gently grope your curves.

breaking the kiss, miguel pulls away much to your dismay. his lowly chuckled at your tiny frown and pout. god you are so adorable, he thought. standing at the edge of the bed, miguel takes a moment to marvel at you, admiring the gorgeous sight underneath him. his beautiful angel on his bed dressed in white. gazing up at him with fluttering lashes, your heart pounds in anticipation. those crimson eyes roam over your body, drinking in how your white dress hugs your curves so graciously. very slowly, he runs a hand along one of your thighs, scrunching up your dress in the process which makes you arch your back a bit instinctively. shivering under his touch. miguel continues running his hand over your body, reaching up to your belly. he stops and rests his large hand on top. he observes the rise and fall of it on your belly, relishing the feeling of your breathing against his gloved palm.

after a moment, he continues running his gloved hand and reaches up to your left breast and gently gropes it through the fabric of the dress a little possessively, giving it a light squeeze which earns him a soft moan. you grip onto his wrist as you arch your back, lips partially open and brows scrunched up in pleasure. a smirk graces his plump lips at your adorable reaction. so responsive.

climbing back on the bed and hovering over you once again, miguel captures your lips in a kiss which you gladly reciprocate. you wrap your arms around his thick neck and pull him closer. his lips move away from yours and find a new home on your delicate neck. miguel’s gloved hands roam over your body, groping each curve which makes you shiver and softly whimper. you play with his hair, running your fingers delicately through those dark chocolate locks which makes him weak. things spice up a bit when he starts sucking the flesh of your neck, causing a soft gasp to spill from your lips when you feel his fangs lightly prick your skin. of course miguel is careful, not wanting to hurt you, the one thing he swears to never do. miguel starts grinding against your clothed core at a slow pace, rubbing his now growing bulge in his suit. a satisfied smirk forms on his lips at the sight of the dark mark on your neck. one of the many marks he’ll imprint on you tonight.

your lips meet again. miguel continues groping your curves until he reaches up towards your breasts once again, gently squeezing them. you part from his lips as a soft moan spills from you, throwing your head back on the pillow, back arched slightly. miguel’s lips pull into another smirk at the cute reaction.

sensitive, are you?

testing his theory, miguel kneads your soft tits through the fabric of your dress, earning more of those cute soft noises that are pure music to his ears. broad palms squeeze and knead the squishy fat, his gaze fixating between your angelic flustered face and your cleavage in pure adoration. how cute you squirm underneath him. the cups of your dress hugs your breasts so graciously, making miguel salivate. he pushes them together and give them a firm squeeze. that’s what did the trick.

“ah~ miguel…” you arch your back, leaning into his addictive touch. a pool began forming in between your thighs, panties becoming damped.

he responds with a satisfied hum, smirking at your reaction. you moaning his name went straight to his cock, the bulge in his suit growing more by the minute. the aching sensation growing worse.

gripping the strings where it holds the top of your dress together, miguel unties it to reveal more of your cleavage and sneak peeks of your cute white lacy bra. his eyes bleed red in hunger and lust, his arousal increasing dramatically. without hesitation, miguel dives in and buried his face in the valley of your breasts, planting tons of wet kisses. you moan and arch your back, your hands landing in his hair once again. he plants delicate yet lustful kisses and licks on your soft skin as his hands continue kneading. while making out with your covered breasts, his hands travel your back to search for the zipper of the dress. with your help, your arch your back so miguel could find it. once he managed to, he slowly unzips the dress. lifting his face from your cleavage, his hands reache down towards the hem of your dress but stops from going further. miguel looks up at you, a silent ask for consent. you simply nod with a small smile. with your permission, he slowly takes off the dress, pulling it over you very carefully. his breath hitches at the sight of your bare skin, as well as your matching white bra and panties.

holy fuck. you’re breathtaking.

those ruby eyes trace every curve and detail of your now exposed body. miguel is enthralled by your gorgeous body. a temple to be worshipped and he’ll worship it for eternity. now imprinted in his mind for eternity. he licks his lips in anticipation and lust, his fangs peeking out as his tongue slides slowly across his upper lip then to the bottom. miguel has been waiting for this moment, ever since that rainy night at your apartment when you fixed him up. but since he met you, he has always wanted you. the amount of dreams he had proved how much he’s been waiting to finally have you.

now, you’re finally his.

miguel never letting you go again.

you gaze up at him nervously, chest heaving and eyes fluttering. it seems like he’s staring at a full course meal, ready to be devoured. the thought makes you blush. after taking mental photos of your beautiful figure, his eyes land back on your cleavage and buried his face in between once again with a grunt. miguel tosses the dress to the side without a care, landing on the floor.

a moan spills from your lips, back arched and hands playing with his hair. miguel takes his time worshiping your breasts, providing much attention through wet kisses and licks. he plants multiple wet kisses before sliding his tongue across the soft round surface of your cleavage so delicately, earning more sweet moans from you. he continues his attack on your breasts, almost munching on them as if they were marshmallows. you grew more wet by the addicting sensation, a definite pool in your panties. miguel sucks where your nipples would be through the material of your bra, leaving a wet stain in it.

you moan loudly, arching your back. “miguel!~”

he groans as a response, his mouth and hands never leaning your breasts. he’s getting drunk off of you, or your tits more precisely. he can stay in between them forever, or your thighs. oh he can’t wait for that.

after providing enough attention to your tits, miguel trails down your body with wet kisses. his hands never leave your breasts as they continue kneading the soft squishy fat. he reaches your belly, kissing and licking delicately yet so lustfully. he ran his tongue from your lower abdomen up to your rib cage in such a slow sinful manner. a smirk graces his lips when he hears a loud moan from you.

god this man and his playful licks.

you’ve never been so wet before.

as he slowly trails down to your lower abdomen, he meets with the waistline of your white panties. those ruby eyes stare lustfully at the wet patch, making the brunette groan. his eyes avert from your panties and meets yours, a silent plead. you nod and miguel doesn’t waste a second to remove them. using his talons, he grips the sides of your panties and pulls them off your waist, revealing your glistening core.

“joder…” his pupils dilate immensely at the fucking fountain between your legs. miguel tosses your discarded panties at the floor, his eyes never leaving your now exposed pussy.

oh he is hungry.

this is dessert right here.

“estas mojada, bebita.” miguel whispers, mouth watering at the prize in between your legs.

you grew flustered at his words, making you close your legs out of embarrassment but two strong hands spreads them apart. a soft whimper escapes your lips, chest heaving rapidly.

“no cierres, bebita.” he coos and you whimper.

getting on his knees, he grabs the back of your thighs and gently pulls you closer towards him, making you squeal. without wasting a second, miguel dives right in and licks up a stripe impatiently. you softly moan, one hand in his hair while the other griping onto the bedsheets. his mouth attacks your clit first, sucking on the pearl hungrily. multiple moans and whimpers spill from your mouth, back arched off the bed. the sensation of his wet thick muscle lapping at your sensitive pearl drives you insane. tugging on his hair, you threw your head back and close your thighs around his head as ecstasy consumes your body and obscene noises fills the room. his eyes remain close as he devours your cunt, lapping at your clit before moving down to your core, pushing his thick tongue through your folds.

“ah!~” you moan, arching your back off the bed, tugging harder on his hair instinctively. you clench around the wet muscle as he starts tongue-fucking you. jolts of pleasure sent throughout your body.

while his tongue is buried deep inside you, miguel gazed up at you with red eyes, admiring your trembling form while indulging in ecstasy. he observes the rapid movements of your belly due to your heavy breathing. the way your tits perk up in the air when you arch your back. letting go of your thighs, his hand reach up towards your tits and cups them before kneading them through your bra. the mixture of his hands on your breasts and his tongue ravaging your insides was sending you to cloud nine, making you moan endlessly. miguel brings down one hand and slips it through your pussy. a squeal erupts from your throat at the stretch of two of his fingers, arching your back off the bed for the millionth time. oh fuck they’re so thick that they stretched you out like crazy. miguel starts pumping his fingers at a slow pace as his tongue went back to your clit. his fingers keep digging until they reach that sweet spot.

“oh fuck! miguel!~” you cried out before another moan interrupts you. the feeling of his fingers rubbing your sweet spot breaks you. “d-don’t stop.”

like hell he would stop. your pussy is so addicting, miguel couldn’t get enough. the rhythmic movement of his tongue bullying your clit and fingers pumping was driving you close to the edge. a familiar knot began forming in your lower tummy as your moans grew more high pitched and louder with each flick of devilish his tongue and his fingers. you grab his hand that’s on your breast and interlock fingers.

then, the fireworks explode.

you came with a wail, back arched off the bed at a crazy degree and gripping his hand tightly that it would’ve break if he didn’t have advanced strength. the pleasure was so intense that you squirted on his face but that’s all miguel wanted. he drank and lapped up all of your juices, a satisfied hum escaping his lips which vibrated against your cunt. you whine when you came down from your high, left with a sensitive pussy which miguel hasn’t left alone yet as he intends to clean it all with his mouth.

“mig-miguel… it’s too much…” you whine breathlessly, feeling overstimulated and sensitive.

he doesn’t respond as he keeps drinking it all in until he was satisfied. finally, miguel moves away from your sensitive little cunt and looks up at you with pure lust and adoration. those plump lips and chin glistening with your arousal. you bashfully watch as his tongue slides across his top lip then the bottom with a grin, licking all the leftover. oh fuck — you were getting turned on by the sight, feeling wet once again. and obviously that didn’t go unnoticed by miguel, making him smirk mischievously.

he stands back up, standing at the edge of the bed once again. grabbing your left ankle, miguel removes your heel then does the same with the other one, tossing them on the ground. miguel deactivates his suit, disintegrating as it reveals his chiseled form. a smirk forms on his lips when he notices your shocked expression. through hooded eyes, you admire his muscular body. those broad shoulders and chest, delicious abs, insane biceps, body hair. you’re too fucked out to keep your eyes open to look down.

miguel crawls back onto the bed, hovering over you once again but this time permanently. he pulls the sheets from underneath and covers you both from the waist down. he rests on his elbows, caging your head in between. those broad shoulders block your view of the ceiling, his chiseled body taking over your vision. a soft gasp escapes your lips when you feel his cock right against your throbbing cunt. without feeling it actually inside you, you just know it’s huge considering his height and body type.

“i’ll be careful, bebita.” he whispers tenderly, caressing your cheek with one hand, the other rested on your hip. “if it’s too much, dime. ¿vale?”

goddamn this man is perfect. so gentle and caring, you really love this man a lot.

“sí.” you answer breathlessly, nodding.

with your approval, miguel aligned himself with your entrance then carefully sips the tip in first. you softly gasp at the sensation, arching your back a little. he continues sliding in your folds very slowly, making you squeal due to the stretch. instinctively, you reach out and grab his bicep as support.

oh fuck — this dude is big!

the biggest you’ve ever had — goddamn.

“lo siento, mi alma. lo siento, lo siento.” miguel plants multiple kisses over your delicate face as he whispers those words of sorry and concern. he’s aware of his size and he hates that you were in pain, especially because of him.

oh god the sinister mixture of pain and pleasure of him stretching your walls consumes you. your grip on his bicep tightens as miguel continues sliding in further. bro is so huge, you can feel all of him and you feel so full. a few tears threaten to fall, trailing down your cheeks. a groan erupts from his throat when he felt your walls clenching him. you spread your legs a bit more to provide him more access.

“chingado… you’re tight, bebita.” miguel groans and you whimper in response. holy shit — he is losing his fucking mind how deliciously wet and warm your tight pussy feels around his dick. feels like heaven.

finally, and surprisingly, miguel managed to fit all inside. now that was a mindfuck. as you adjust to his size, you can really feel all of him, so full and hitting your sweet spot. there’s a definite bulge in your belly.

“lo siento mucho, mi alma.” he tenderly wipes your falling tears with his thumbs, hinges of guilt consuming him. his eyes dart at the huge bulge in your belly. a sting of pride flows through his body.

sure, the pain was there but it won’t last forever. a few seconds of pain but a full night of pleasure.

“ple-please move…” you feel embarrassed how desperate you sound but you just want him.

how could he say no to you when you’re pleading like that? at first, miguel was a little hesitant because of your tears but he couldn’t resist. he’s been waiting for this moment for weeks, almost a month now. moving his hips, he does a slow deep thrust into you which caused you to moan and arch your back.

the beginning of your love-making.

he slowly thrusts into you, the tip of his cock repeatedly kissing your sweet spot which drove you insane. your hands rest on his muscular back, digging your nails into his skin leaving indents and scratch marks which makes him hiss a little. miguel doesn’t mind though because it’ll be a reminder of you and your love for him. his hands resting on your hips as he continues making love to you.

your moans and miguel’s grunts echo throughout the bedroom, bouncing off the four walls that conceals your beautiful love-making session. you two finally express your love for each other in this moment, indulging in ecstasy and love.

a burst of affection formed in his chest, making miguel babble endless words of love and devotion into your ear, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “té quiero tanto, bebita.” he earns himself a moan. “i promise to protect you.” he said with a grunt through mid-thrust, truly meaning his words. “to worship you para siempre, con todo.” grabbing one of your legs, miguel hikes it to his hip and it alters the angle as he continues thrusting into you. the action makes you moan a bit louder, a sign of pleasure.

his words made you weak, melting your heart. you could only respond with moans and whimpers but you knew he knew you adore his words.

“i’m never—“ one thrust. “letting—“ another one. “you go—“ a big one. “again.” a deep one.

a grunt erupts from his throat as he feels your walls clenched around him at his words. miguel is speaking the truth, he is never letting you go again.

and you’re never letting him go either.

releasing his grip on your hip and grabbing your hand, miguel pins it beside your head on the bedsheets, fingers intertwined. his grip slightly tightens with each thrust but not enough to hurt you. lifting his head from your neck, he leans in and kisses you passionately as he continues those slow thrusts, swallowing your moans that he loves so dearly.

you part from his lips as he does a deep thrust hitting your sweet spot. “oh miguel~” you moan breathlessly and arch your back, head thrown back on the pillow, brows furrowed and mouth agape in pleasure. god he feels so fucking amazing.

miguel gazes down at you with pure adoration and pride in his eyes, watching your blissful expressions. relishing those sweet moans and whimpers, arched back, all because of him. hearing you moan his name numerous times was like a drug to him.

“qué linda.” he coos before colliding his lips onto yours into a passionate kiss.

in one swift motion, miguel flips you both over. now he sits up on the bed and you in his lap, straddling him. you wrap your arms around his thick neck, nuzzling your face inside as more moans spill from your lips. miguel securely holds you by the waist, strong arms wrapped around as he continues thrusting, letting out quiet grunts. his face is buried in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. one hand travels up to your upper back and the other remains on your waist, as if he’s hugging you. the position is so intimate, embracing each other as you make love.

a deep thrust against your sweet spot makes you throw your head back and moan. “oh my… miguel~”

miguel looks up at you with adoration in his eyes, a prideful smirk illustrated on his face. he leans towards your neck and brushes kisses on it, planting more marks on your celestial skin. his lips move down to your collarbone and your body jolts. you’re sensitive there so he goes gentle before moving back to his favorite spot, your breasts. well — one of his favorite spots, he adores your thighs the most.

“mi niña hermosa.” he whispers against your skin, brushing kisses of adoration.

you gently tug the back of his hair while one arm remains wrapped around his neck as more moans and whimpers erupt from your throat. lifting his head from your cleavage, miguel captures your lips in a kiss as he continues thrusting into your tight cunt. very slowly, miguel fills you both over back in the old position, him above and you underneath. you tighten your grip on his neck when he thrust pace a little but still gentle. but you want him to go deeper.

“m-more…” you whisper.

he looks at you with a slight concern look. “are you sure?” a sense of hesitation in his tone. like mentioned before, miguel doesn’t want to hurt you.

“please~” you whine with a pout and brows furrowed, shooting him puppy eyes.

fuck. now that he can’t resist. letting out a quiet grunt, his hips start moving a bit faster, his thrusts now a bit rough but not too much. it seems to working when he heard your moans growing more pitchier and louder. oh miguel is determined to make you cum again, and you are definitely close.

now with those slightly rough thrusts and repeatedly hitting your g-spot, your climax was approaching soon. the bed began to creak with each thrust of miguel’s hips, the headboard slightly banging against the wall. your hands land on his back again, digging your nails into his flesh as his cock kept bully your cunt so deliciously. that familiar knot in your lower tummy returns and it was approaching fast.

“i’m uh~” you choke a high-pitched moan.

“let go, bebita.” miguel coos, biting back a moan as he continues thrusting with determination.

before you even know it, you orgasm so abruptly that fit feels like a big wave crashing down. you wail out his name, digging your nails harder into his back as you cream intensely around his cock.

oh that’s gonna be imbedded in his mind forever how you sang out his name like a melody. a grunt slips through his lips at the feeling of your walls squeezing his dick. now he sensed his own climax approaching. he wasn’t sure if you were on anything so miguel began feeling hesitant on where to climax.

as of you read his mind, you pull him closer by the neck and wrap your legs around his waist. “in-inside.”

oh fuck, you’re gonna be the death of him.

“are you sure?” he hesitates, looking down at you with furrowed brows of concern.

you nod eagerly, eyes shut. “i’m o-on the pill…”

well, chingada madre.

with that, miguel thrusts a bit more to reach his climax. quiet moans and some whimpers spills from him as his high approaches real close. you become overstimulated, endless moans spilling from your lips which eggs him on. his thrusts grew a bit sloppy. very quickly, miguel lifts up his head and kisses you as he cums. you moan and he grunts in unison as his delicious thick load fills up your womb like a twinkie, spilling his love for you. a soft whimper falls from your lips when you feel his creamy hot load inside.

miguel collapsed on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you both come down from your delicious highs. the end of your love-making session. you wrap your arms around his thick neck, gently combing his hair with one hand. his hand caressing your sides with such tenderness. your pants fill the room as you embrace each other.

this was a night to remember.

after a few minutes of recovery, miguel slowly lifts his head and looks down at you. “you okay?” he whispers softly, caressing your cheek with a hand.

“mhm.” you nod weakly with closed eyes, still recovering from your high.

he leans in and plants a soft kiss to your lips before slowly rising from the bed, pulling out which makes you whimper feeling empty. he tucks in the covers so you would feel comfortable as you rest. grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer beside the bed and slipping them on effortlessly, miguel turns and plants another kiss but on your forehead before retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel.

while waiting for him, you remain breathless and a bit exhausted on the bed. the comfy bedsheets hug you so nicely that your eyelids began feeling heavy, slumber calling your name. one arm is draped over your torso and the other rests beside your head.

returning with a towel in his hands, miguel takes a moment to admire how blissful you look in his bed. damn you are beautiful. he’s so deeply in love with you. approaching the bed, miguel carefully removes the covers which makes you whine a little, instantly missing the warmth and comfort.

“lo siento, bebita. i just have to clean you up, ¿vale?” he whispers, earning a weak nod from you.

miguel bents down on one knee and tenderly cleans your inner thighs, very carefully to not hurt you. he gently massages them to provide some comfort while he cleans. once he finishes, miguel picks up your panties and slowly puts them back on you. he quickly heads back to the bathroom to dispose of the now dirty towel then he joins you in bed once again.

miguel crawls back on the bed and lays right beside you, getting under the covers. he gently pulls you into his chest by the waist, wrapping his muscular arms around you and holds you protectively. you curl into his chest, softly sighing delightfully at the sensation of his body warmth. the smoothing rhythm of his heart beat makes you slowly drift into slumber. miguel could sense it, making him smile.

“rest, mi alma. té quiero.” he kisses the top of your head before resting his on top of yours.

then, the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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the soft hums and beeps of the flying cars outside awakes you from a deep yet delicious slumber. as you slowly open your eyes, you were expecting the golden sunlight shining down on you but instead you’re greeted with a broad chest with some chest hair. a beefy arm wrapped around you and a hand gently stroking your hair.

“buenas dias, mi alma.” a familiar groggy voice whispers from above, brushing strings of hair behind your ear with one hand ever so gently.

damn his sleeply voice sounds hot.

a lazy smile crept on your face, slowly looking up to meet your handsome lover’s gaze. “hola, osito.”

his thick eyebrows raise slightly in surprise at the nickname. “osito?” miguel softly chuckles.

you hum with a light nod. “you’re a big teddy bear.” scooting a bit closer, you nuzzle into his chest. “mi osito.” you murmured, smiling.

his heart flutters, continuously beating faster for you. miguel holds you close, muscular arms wrapped around your small figure, embracing you and shielding you from the outside world like he has been throughout the entire night and now. acting as your protector; your hero. he could stay like this forever.

“you’re also a human blanket.” your comment snaps him out of trance.

miguel snorts, glancing down at you. “really?”

you nod against his broad chest. “yeah. you’re literally warmer than the actual covers. maybe i could use you as a personal heating pad one day.”

a smile graces his plump lips, a true smile that only you will see; only meant for you. “so what am i, a teddy bear or a human blanket?”

“both.”

he can feel your smile against his chest, making him smile wider as hold you a bit tighter against him. the two of remain in bed, embracing each other like nothing else matters. just two souls intertwined together in a blissful, relaxed moment. not long after, miguel feels your body drifting in his hold. you can’t help it though, his body warmth is so smoothing it makes you sleepy. your human blanket.

“you’re falling asleep after just waking up.” miguel teases, his thumb rubbing your exposed shoulder with such tenderness.

“it’s not my fault you’re so warm.” you murmur a bit grouchy, a hint of sass in your tone. a smile grows on your face at the heavenly sound of his chuckles.

after a few more minutes of laying in bed together peacefully, you finally decide to get up. well, you succeeded in getting out of bed after miguel begged you to stay by holding you tighter in his arms, not allowing you to leave. but with your sass, he finally let you go out of fear he would get slapped in the face.

heading to the bathroom, your eyes widen in shock the moment you see your reflection. several hickeys on your chest and neck.

“jesus christ, miguel! i look like a fucking dalmatian!” you shout from the bathroom. leaning closer towards the mirror, you examine the several dark spots marked on your skin, tracing your fingers over them.

your eyes catch a tall figure leaning against the doorframe through the reflection, those ruby eyes gazing at you. “just need to show my love for you.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “yeah, by making me look like a damn dalmatian.” that earns you a low chuckle from him. you continue tracing them with your fingers, specifically the ones on your chest. “jeez, you just love titties, don’t you?”

miguel chuckles as he approaches behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chest resting against your back. “yours, specifically.” he brought his hands down to your thighs, giving the plump fat a light squeeze. “but i love these more.”

“i knew you were a thigh guy.” you narrow your eyes at him through the reflection, a little smirk tugging your lips as you lean back against him.

he only answers with a smile before nuzzling his face into your neck, planting butterfly kisses.

you two shower together. surprisingly, it was entertaining because you two were messing around. you spraying the shower nozzle at him after miguel messed up your hair with shampoo, making it look like a cat’s hairball. the water bill go wild but miguel makes bank so it’s not a problem. after showering and changing, miguel loans you the same shirt you wore last time and a pair of socks, you two make breakfast. selena plays in the background, by your request, as you make tamales. you and miguel dance together, bodies swaying together in harmony. he takes the chances to twirl you before dipping you, eliciting giggles that he adores wholeheartedly.

“awww you two are so cute!” lyla magically appears in front of you and miguel, hands folded together with a smile on her little face like a proud mom.

miguel groans annoyingly at the interruption, rolling his eyes at the ai. you, on the other hand, chuckle at her sweet compliment.

“thanks, lyla.” you offer a smile. “did you record it?”

“yes, ma’am!” the ai salutes, smiling brightly.

miguel looks confusingly between you and lyla. “¿qué? you asked her to record it?” his thick brows scrunched upward, asking in disbelief.

“uh duh! gotta capture these moments for the mems.” you smile.

his confused state turns into a soft, happy one. bringing up his large hands to gently cup your face, miguel captures your lips in a soft kiss, which you gladly accept and reciprocate.

the sound of a camera flashing makes you break the kiss almost immediately.

“lyla!” miguel groans as you and the ai laugh.

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after calling out and placing jessica in charge at HQ, miguel takes you out in the city. a simple outing just to be with you while adventuring the streets, as a couple. you two wonder around the city and visit various places, hands intertwined. miguel always has a hand somewhere on your body. waist, shoulders, hip, ass, the small of your back. mainly your waist or hip. anywhere that he can feel you because that man is clingy but you adore it. his big broad hands touching you creates butterflies in your tummy.

after adventuring around and sneaking off into a secluded alleyway where miguel changes into his suit, he swings away with you in his arms to some special place he planned to take you to. he considers it having ‘the best view of nueva york’ and the sunset is perfect from that angle. after holding onto him for dear life, you still aren’t a fan of the swinging around, miguel carefully plants you in your feet. some random rooftop but holy shit does it have a phenomenal view of the city and sunset. the sky painted in gorgeous hues of orange and light blue. the fluffy white clouds complimenting the beautiful sky. so dreamy and ethereal.

you’re admiring the gorgeous site above but miguel is admiring the true gorgeous site beside him. the golden light does wonders to your appearance, making you glow so ethereally. he’s simply admiring the angel right next to him; his gorgeous angel.

miguel discovered love once again; believes in love again all because of you. he has someone to love and care for, someone who loves and cares for him.

you take him as he is, and he takes you as you are.

your tear away from the sky for a moment to look up at miguel, who you caught already staring at you. “what?” you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“just admiring the view.” miguel smirks.

you scoff and roll your eyes, unable to not smile at his cheesy words. “estas tonto, miguel o’hara.”

wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pulling you closer to him against his chest, miguel smiles softly down at you. “estas hermosa,” he mutters your full name like you did with his before capturing your lips into a lovely kiss.

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[secret-smut-sideblog]

Warm Water

Gale x F! Tav

PG-13 complicated feelings, touch starved/touch driven, allusions to intimacy, jealousy, love triangle (sort of), crossed signals, nuclear amounts of yearning

With one of Tav's love languages being physical affection, Gale tries to keep his touch hungry skin from her. The sirens call of her arms could overwhelm him, but he's far from the only one heeding her soft song...

Masterlist

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"Do you want a hug?" Tav held her arms open in offer.

Gods did he ever.

Tav was a very physical person he soon came to realize. When she had pulled him from the stone she had reached forward to innocuously pat him free of dirt from his harsh landing.

"Oh! Thank you!" He had chuckled, trying to will the blood from his ears.

"No problem." She had remarked good naturedly, clearly thinking nothing of it.

Outside of their resident vampire, who's boundaries she respected by keeping distance, it seemed everyone enjoyed her physicality. Grappling with Lae'zel, braiding Shadowheart's hair, practicing dance with Wyll. Karlach was fully indisposed when she regained touch, watching from the sidelines no more. Carrying Tav on her back, holding hands, wrapped in a bear hug basically the whole day.

Gods Tav shared literal bear hugs with Halsin.

But Gale... he nearly avoided her. He had been touch starved for so long that what she offered felt borderline gluttonous. Overwhelming his senses, reducing him to a giddy puddle.

He knew she meant nothing by it. She was affectionate with everyone, and yet it made his heart flutter.

He was having a hard night, grappling with emotional assailants from all sides. Between his personal woes, their daunting task at Moonrise, the constant oppressive atmosphere of the Shadowlands, and the needling pain in his chest... it was difficult to stay in high spirits.

Tav had finished her plate, setting it down to be washed. Turning to him with warm eyes to ask.

He stared at her outstretched arms, the solace and weight he knew lied within them.

With a shuddering breath of defeat, he mumbled an agreement and fell into her embrace.

Immediately, he melted into her, strong arms wrapped securely around his back. One hand rubbing reassuring circles between his shoulder blades. His head fell into the curve of her neck, nearly whimpering.

Gods, she was so warm. In all ways, truly, but her body was the morning sun. Radiating intoxicating heat, he pulled her closer greedily.

He knew it was Astarion that was sun starved, but Gods. He needed to touch her, to be touched by her, like he needed water.

He feared he was pushing it, but she only rested her head against his chest. Her eyelashes tickling his neck, sighing. Arms crossing around his waist.

It could have only been a minute at most, but it felt simultaneously like an age and a blip. So much and not nearly enough.

When she made to pull away, he had to coaxe his arms to release. Immediately feeling her absence like bath water fallen cold.

"You're a good hugger." She smiled, wiping a tear he hadn't felt escape with the side of her thumb. Hand naturally cupping his face in the process.

His eyes closed, leaning into her like a cat pushing it's head into her hand, before he caught himself. Straightening up and giving her a casual smile.

"Well, I'm glad we could both enjoy that experience. Not spending tender moments making a fool of myself is one of my goals, truly."

She laughed, and it lit up his heart like it always did. Her laugh was a bright point in their otherwise suffocating surroundings. The way it tumbled out of her uncontrolled, seeming to catch her off guard which often made her laugh harder. The way she would turn her head to the side before bursting out into giggles. He even got her to snort one time, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth, even more gasping laughter muffled there.

He was trying to deny that he was smitten with her, but it was a losing battle. Everything about her was so warm. Mortal. A tenderness and tenacity that you can only achieve walking the earth. A polar inverse of his previous lover.

Her voice broke him out of his lovesick reverie.

"Do you want help washing up?" She offered as if to prove his point, already twisting her hair up into a secure pile on her head.

The chivalrous part of him wanted to wave her away, let her get on with her night. But he had always been a greedy man, and more time spent with her was a call he was loathe to refuse.

"Sure, I could use an extra pair of hands." He smiled.

He could use them elsewhere, too.

He cleared his throat into a quiet cough, keeping his eyes firmly on the dishes he was stacking. Gods, get ahold of yourself.

He conjured a mage hand to carry one of the heavier stacks, leaving her to the lesser of the piles.

She hummed softly as they headed towards the water, a few strands falling out of her tied back hair. The setting sun kissing her form with hues of pink and gold.

As if her warmth wasn't enough to entice him, Tav was devastatingly beautiful. Wide slightly upturned eyes, the graceful slope of high cheekbones and an aquiline nose, heart-shaped lips perfectly encapsulated by two dimples.

Naturally, several sets of eyes watched her in longing as they left the camp.

He wasn't fooling himself that he could stand up to the competition. Halsin especially, outside of their strife in unraveling the cause of the shadow curse, that man looked at her like she rose the sun. Practically forming hearts in his eyes when she would come over to chat.

Once she had trouble reaching some fruit in a tree, and he, unprompted, lifted her in one motion onto his shoulders. She had squealed out a delighted laugh, then refused to get down. Kicking her feet, palms sitting on top of his head. They had walked around camp like this was the most normal thing, only Halsin's big smile betraying his usual calm demeanor.

Even Karlach had started to develop a shy flirty rapport with her, her tail swaying and curling when they stood together. Absent-mindedly leading her by her lower back. Staring after her when they would end conversations with a quiet sigh.

And though their resident vampire insisted that she got on his nerves, Gale knew better. One night he had gotten up to get water, naturally passing Astarion's open tent. They were both kneeled inside, their nightly feeding session.

Astarion was completely slumped into her, drinking languidly. One of her hands running gently through his curls, other secure around his waist. Head leaned into his.

She had caught eyes with Gale over Astarion's shoulder as he passed, smiling sweetly, lifting her fingers in greeting.

The whole scene was so intimate, but she treated it as if it were natural. And, truly, was it not? She had the mesmerizing presence of comfort and calm that people gravitated toward. It honestly shocked him more that only a handful of their companions were chomping at the bit.

They set up next to the water, him washing and her drying. A dish rag slung over her shoulder. They worked together like a dance, the moment feeling like a microcosm of imitated domestic bliss. He could so easily imagine her doing this with him in his tower. Sitting on the counter, receiving dishes as he handed them off. Teasing each other, her foot bothering his side. Eventually giving up on the dishes altogether and bending her over the cou-

"Careful! We almost lost a goblet!" She teased, catching the glass as it slipped downstream from him. "I don't think Wyll could recover." She laughed, drying it in a practiced twist of her towel.

"Ah, apologies. I'm a little lost in thought tonight." He offered sheepishly.

"Any you care to share?"

Not if she wasn't about to get very comfortable with an array of unvetted topics very quickly.

She saw his hesitation and smiled knowingly, returning to her task. "You know, I'm surprised you agreed to let me help with this, I kind of got the impression you don't like me."

He stared at her, flabbergasted. Pausing his hands entirely.

Only starting back up when her hands emptied, offering up a flat palm for the next cutlery.

"That"s... not the impression I was trying to impart. I ensure you."

She sighed, the slightest air of relief. "I'm glad. I'm expecting so many more hugs in the future. To make up for lost time, of course. Just a criminal amount."

He smiled at her, scrunching up his nose playfully. "Oh? You're involving me in grand scale crime rings now?"

"Yeah. Ring these arms around your neck, boy."

He laughed loudly, fully dropping a cup into the river.

"Oh, goodbye..." She laughed, mock wistful watching it go.

"I think you've been a great help, but perhaps it's best I finish this undistracted." He teased, embarrassed heat in his ears.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm very cute, I know." She winked, lifting the dried dishes and slapping the towel down on his shoulder.

She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead, heading back toward camp casually. "See you later, wizard."

It took a second to break out of the short circuit his brain struck him with.

He watched her go, Halsin taking up beside her when she returned. Taking the dish pile from her easily with one hand.

Gods damnit. This is why he had been holding back from her. There was no shot in all of the hells, and he didn't know if his heart could take it.

The Last Light Inn was lit up with happy drunken chatter, and Gale was searching tops of heads to find her stark black hair.

The day had proven grueling but surprisingly successful. Art woken and Thaniel returned, even the prisoners in the Moonrise basement freed. They were leaps and bounds closer to lifting the shadow curse and the mood was jovial. Tav had decided they should celebrate, and all present company agreed. They needed a little revelry with all that had passed and what was to come.

Gale was standing on the balcony, more than happy to keep back from the crowd. Chatting idly with passerby's but mostly just people watching. A pleasant buzz going from the good liquor they had found in a crate.

Of course his eyes led back to her. Sitting next to Shadowheart, Tav's ankle resting against hers. Tapping her foot against Shadowheart's playfully as they talked.

Silver hair weaved through the crowd, falling in a dramatic huff next to her. Handing them their drinks, Tav and Shadowheart's faces lighting with inebriated glee.

If Tav was affectionate sober, she was a puppy with a little wine in her.

Taking her drink, she turned to Astarion, cupping his face and gently kissing his cheek. Pulling back to say something, her face relaxed. So sweetly smiling at him.

He saw Astarion gently lead her hand away from him but left their fingers touching. The tips of his ears pink in his own inebriation.

The massive form of Halsin left Jaheira's side, patting her shoulder in familiarity. The next to head towards her.

He crouched down to her to say something. She cocked her head slightly, smiling up at him, nodding.

Halsin bent his shoulder down and pulled her by the waist onto him. Hooked by the hips on his wide shoulder. Her legs curled up, face open in a laugh. Waving goodbye to the collective from his back as she was carried outside.

Before his feet had spoken to his mind, he was following them out, leaving his glass on the banister.

He lost them for a moment, then caught that blue shone black hair at the animal pen. Tav gently petting a calf's nose as Halsin spoke softly.

Something stopped him then, the jealousy fueled stride of his feet slowing. They were so soft in this moment, and he no longer had the incense to intervene. Maybe it was the wine wearing off, but it suddenly felt childish to barge in.

Tav's eyes caught him regardless, waving him over excitedly.

He smiled, going to her much more kindly.

"Gale! Look! Bab-ey cows..." She hummed happily.

"Indeed. Fascinating creature, that." He teased.

"Big brown eyes~" She sing-songed. "Like you!"

The herculean strength it was taking not to kiss her, the wine rendering her adorable.

Halsin was looking at her in what his face must be echoing. Soft and smitten.

"Ah, I would cherish more time together, but I must tend to Thaniel." Halsin rumbled, adoration creasing his face when her eyes met his. "In the meantime, I will procur some fresh lavender for you."

"Thank you, and no rush!" She chirped up at him.

He smiled, palming the top of her head.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." He looked to Gale. "Make sure she returns safe."

"I can handle myself..." She huffed.

Gale nodded solemnly to Halsin regardless. The druid seemed satisfied by the conviction in his face, patting her head twice before departing.

Tav waved to the little calf and without further discussion took Gale's hand and started walking.

His fingers instinctually wove into hers before he could process what was happening. Pulled to walk easily.

They had arrived at the dock, the moon ribboned water lapping gently.

She pulled her boots off with a little grunt, letting her feet dangle in the tide. Falling back onto the sea fragrant wood with a satisfied sigh.

He followed her lead, the cool water surprisingly pleasant, swelling softly along his ankles. Back flat, staring up at the tapestry of stars. Insect call rising and falling like breath.

"So... lavender?" He tried, shockingly short on words.

"Oh! It's for hair oils. Surprisingly, maintaining hair this long is kind of difficult in the wilderness." She kicked her legs slowly as she spoke.

"You know, my mother taught me how to braid..." He offered.

"A rare skill set." She remarked solemnly, the edge of a cheeky smile on her lips.

"I'm trying to offer you some help, you ingrate." He admonished.

"Mm-hmm," Her lips pressed together hard, trying to contain the wide smile he could see her fighting. "And I'm sure I've got a gold star around here somewhere. Hold on let me check..."

She rose, making to run off, already giggling.

He caught her around the waist, and before his mind could speak to his body, pulled her into him.

Their mouths slid together so easily. He moaned softly, her lips falling plush and velvet against his. Lighting a molten in his core and a high call in his heart.

She kissed him back for an exquisite and terribly short moment, then pulled back. Lips leaving him to drop slightly open in wide-eyed shock.

Oh. Oh Gods, he had not meant to do that.

"I'm sorry, I uh," He stumbled, already rising to feet. "It seems I've had too much wine..."

He cleared his throat, picking up his boots, eyes determined on the shore. "I'll just, I'll head back to camp. Pardon me."

Quick feet took him up the boardwalk, white knuckle gripping boot leather.

Spotting that shock of white hair rounding the corner, he steeled his face.

"Astarion, Tav is on the dock. Make sure she gets back to camp safe." He commanded.

Astarion seemed confused and offended to be given a order, until he saw the state of him. His keen eyes picking up on his red fluster with a wide malicious smile.

"Of course, Gale dearest." He purred, clearly relishing in his obvious blunder. "She's in practiced hands for the night."

He breathed the next words in a breathy hum. "Enjoy the remainder of yours, darling."

Gale watched him go, clenching his jaw so hard it initiated a headache. Or was that the wine? Did it matter?

Astarion walked on heels, hands clasped behind his back. Exuding the satisfaction of a cat with a saucer of milk. Step brightening even more when she caught sight of him approaching.

In the time he had left her side, she had disrobed down to her underclothes. Gesturing toward Astarion then the water in an upturned hand, saying something to him, eyebrows raised mischievously.

Gale halted entirely, suddenly very certain he had made a mistake walking away from her.

He heard the bark of Astarion's laugh at her offer, pulling his shirt over his shoulders.

His yearning kept his eyes on her long enough to watch her lower into the water. But he couldn't take any more, chest aching. Shame propelling his feet further from her.

Truly, no one could get in his own way quite like himself. Circling angrily around the brick corner, eyes scanning determinedly until he found who he was seeking.

"Jaheira, where can you find lavender in this Gods forsaken wasteland?"

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#gale like its imperative that i have her bouncing and moaning on it #meanwhile tav is totally oblivous like yayyy hugs #love touch starved vs touch driven dynamics. so tasty #gale x tav #screenshot by @dailygale #lyrics from: to be alone - hozier

[slytherinshua]

SURPRISE !

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. changmin w glasses skdjks??? pairing. changmin x fem!reader. wc. 553. request. no. a/n. changmin w his black glasses like in the babydoll stage actually DESTROYS me like wtf i need him...

A flurry of excitement filled your stomach as you peaked around the corner of the building you were hiding behind and saw your boyfriend standing with his back to you. You hadn’t seen him for months, and he didn’t know you had flown out secretly with the help of Chanhee to surprise him. He was talking about something with Eric, laughing at something he had said. You couldn’t see his face, but you could imagine that the dimples you loved so much were displayed. 

Eric made eye contact with you, and you gave him a quick thumbs up— the signal you had both agreed on for when you were ready. You heard him bringing up an excuse of having to go to the bathroom, and dip back into the restaurant. Changmin leaned his shoulder against the wall, still with his back turned to you, and took out his phone to type something.

You felt your own phone buzz in your back pocket and bit back a smile. Of course you would be the first person he texted. You ignored the message, and silently crept closer, being as stealthy as you could so he wouldn’t be able to hear you.

Once you got close enough, you reached out and grabbed his thick black glasses from his face, pulling them off easily with a giggle. Changmin gasped in shock, brain not processing what had happened until he turned around in a rush and saw your smug face and your hand held up high with his glasses clutched between your fingers.

“Y/n! Give them back!” He laughed, reaching forward to grab them, but you held them just out of reach of him. 

“They’re mine now!” You said, satisfied as you slipped them onto your face while your boyfriend watched in shock. It didn’t take long for his brain to finally process that you had been away from him for months and you weren’t supposed to be in front of him now, except you were.

“How did you-” His jaw dropped again in shock and he reached out to touch you, as if to check if you were actually real or not. Upon finding that you were actually standing in front of him, his body seemed to act faster than his brain. 

He pushed you against the wall, closing you in with his hands on your shoulders. His lips were entangled with yours before another second could pass, and all you could do was sigh and kiss him back eagerly, hands finding their home in his dark hair. He had cut it while you were away, and while you had seen pictures, feeling it underneath your own fingertips felt different.

“Missed you too.” You giggled once he pulled away, still holding you close up against the wall. You took off the glasses you had stolen from him and carefully placed them back onto his face, kissing his nose after.

“You should’ve told me you were coming. I would’ve gotten you flowers or something.” He mumbled with a pout.

“That would’ve ruined the surprise.” You argued.

“I missed you so much.” He said, sounding relieved that you were back in his arms. He hugged you to his chest, breathing in your perfume and holding you like it was the last time he would ever be able to.

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[wolfish-trickster]

Choso Kamo NSFW alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

After the very first time he would have no idea what an aftercare even is tbh XD. He would even be surprised how messy and full of fluids a good fucking can be. After several rounds he would get pretty exhausted so all he would want to do is fall asleep with yoj not caring how sticky either of you are (and honestly after what he did to you i feel like you wouldn't care either). But after few nights he realized that cuddling nice and clean after the act is way better. It took him some time but eventually he got there.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His favourite body part on you would be your neck and chest area. Nice to look at, nice to touch, to kiss, to feel the blood pumping under your skin, to paint bruises on etc.

As for himself he likes his physique a lot. Especially his thighs. And how much you like sitting on them.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

(idek what to write here so here goes) his cum is milky white, thick, and the first time he came (like first time in his entire life) he played with it as if it was a slime. Out of pure curiosity he tried lickjng it to see how it tastes but he quickly spat it out and rinsed his mouth. He much prefers the way you taste, and how your juices look compared to his.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Before you guys started going out and after he made his research (more on that in the E part) he used to imagine what it would feel like to have you all to himself. It would happen only when he was bored tho. His mind would wander to you, how cute you looked that day, what it would feel like to hold your hand, to hug you, wondering if it's okay to hug you when he sees you next time and he doesn't even know how but all of these cute innocent thoughts always turned into him imagining you and him doing stuff he saw people do in porn. And he's imagining all that with a completely straight poker face.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Exploring the human side of his for the very first time in his life meant he was a virgin when he met you. Once he started having feelings for you he asked around a bit to understand what's going on with him. Yuji had to explain the whole dating thing to him and recomended him some movies. In one of them there was a dirty scene. Again, he understood nothing so he had to go and do a small research (he watched porn XD). After the two of you started going out and after you brought up sleeping together for the first time he had to go back to do his reseach a little more thoroughly, to know what to do to make yoh and him feel great.

F= Favorite position

No matter where it happens it must happen while facing eachother. After trying several positions in the past Choso has always tried to flip you so you could face him before you or him came. He also likes it when he can feel your bare breasts touching his chest while you hug him.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Not very goofy I'm affraid. Sex is deeply intimate for him and he just doesn't feel like cracking jokes during it. It's a moment when he becomes one with you. Granted if something funny happens like for example him going so hard you guys crack bed he will chuckle but otherwise not much of a joker between the sheets.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He trims at most. After watching porn during his research and seeing how bald the actors are down there he bought a razor to try it out on himself, ended up bleedjng on several different places. And even after doing it properly there was just something off about that feeling. So in the end he just decided to trim twice a month or so.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Hands down the biggest romantic in the world. Praises you, caresses you, kisses every damn inch of your skin he can reach. If he feels like it's too much for you or if he sees you making a weird expression he stops and asks you if you're okay and if you want to continue. The most romantic thing he does though is the way he asks to have sex with you: he just takes your hand, kisses the back of it, leans his forhead against your and asks "may i?" (homeboy copied it from one of the movies Yuji gave him but still, heart eyes mutherfucker)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Not too often. Only when you're not in the mood or if you're far away. Or when he has a dirty dream and wakes up in the middle of the night with a boner in his pants and you blissfully unaware in your dreamland. As much as you told him it's okay to wake you up whenever it happens he just doesn't have the heart and uses his hand instead.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

As funny as it sounds he has made a list (again it was part of his research) for you guys to try and see what each of you likes. So far he really enjoys it when you praise him. He doesn't want to admit it to you yet but he's really into you being covered in liquids. It can be anything: his cum, your cum, chocolate, spit, whipped cream, blood (only counts for period blood, he blames his cursed technique for that one), etc.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere as long as it's in your house. He's an introvert. Enough said.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

You tracing his veins could be a turn on for him. Just imagine sitting on a couch, watching a movie, holding his hand and mindlessly dragging a finger over his veins up and down. Then you would look down on his croch and see a tent...

Another thing that could turn him on is you sitting on his lap and feeling your body on his dick. Even if you're not moving or doing anything to make it hard, it will still go hard.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Mommy or daddy kink. Something he didn't even include in the kink list. He is a family man alright but with boundaries. Even after explaining it to him he would still say it's basically incest even if it's just pretending. Also age play could be a big no no but you guys haven't gotten to that one yet. Even though i feel like he wouldn't be into that one either. He wants to be with a responsible adult just like he is. Plain and simple.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He doesn't care that much. Some days he likes to give more than receive and would flat out refuse if you offer giving him head and some other days he won't even let you breathe with how fast he slides his cock in and out of your mouth.

As for his head giving style: baking with you gave him enough training. You know these hand machines mixing the ingredients. The ones with detachable thingies. Fuck it, these one:

Yup, licking those clean everytime you guys baked together gave his tongue enough training to drive you mad. So much so that everytime you see him lick one of those clean again makes you wet. He completely Pavloved you XD (science joke sorry)

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

That little tease. He likes to switch between agonizingly slow, savouring the moment, making sure to feel every spongy part inside you, slowly exploring new and new spots to hit to make you see stars. And a moment later he is slaming inside you so hard you won't be able to sit properly the next day. He tends to speed up when he feels like either you or him are about to come. He does it subconsciously though. Once he tried to go slow the entire round and it took so much of his willpower he couldn't go any longer after both of you came.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

When he is extremely, and i repeat, EXTREMELY horny and both of you are very busy or just in a hurry he will pull down your pants/lift up your skirt and quickly do the deed, usually standing up.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He wants to try everything at least once. Of course, there are some things he would never even think of trying (aforementioned mommy and daddy kink or age play) and there are other things he would want to try but is too affraid to hurt you (exploring his blood kink beyond you being on your period with knifeplay or something like that but ultimately decides against it in fear of seriously injuring you)

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Not being entirely human has its benefits. If he takes 10 minute breaks after each round he can go an entire night, which is rare but it still happens. Otherwise your usually love making session lasts around 1-2 hours. 3 if you beg hard enough ;)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Doesn't see the point in toys tbh. Didlo? Why using something plastic when he has the organic? Handcuffs? His hands are big enough to hold your wrists in place. Blindfold? Can't see your face. Nipple clasps? He's scared it might be hurting you. Whips? Hell no. Flesh light for him? Why bother, he has you. Vibrator? Eeeh he might agree to that one if you bring it up.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Doesn't tease much. Whenever he tries to tease you it won't last for long because he himself will give in XD.

Like he has been fingering you for quite some time now and really wants to tease you more but his own hard on is achjng too much for him to bare so he throws out his plan out the window and finally sinks deep inside you (to both of yours delight).

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Low grunts or growls is what he usually does. Again, he's an introvert, he doesn't like bringing too much attention. He much more prefers pulling noises out of you.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Let me tell you a story of Choso's first jack off. When he first met you you were training with other sorcerers and long story short he got a glimpse under your skirt. His dick got hard for the very first time and had no idea what it meant or how to get rid of it. He tried poking it and found out it feels good when you touch the head. Even better when you touch the entire thing. But his palm wasn't big enought to cover it all so he tried going up and down. He kept doing it for a while but didn't feel as good as before. Then he thought back to you when you and all of a sudden it felt amazing again. In fear of that feeling disappearing again he sped up his stroking and came all over his hand plus the place he was hiding at to deal with it.

So tldr you were the reason behind his first cumming.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Big enough to bring you pleasure but not too big to cause you pain. I would say good 20 cm when erect with a slight curve upwards and a pretty visible vain on one side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Before you his sexdrive was low to nonexistent. After he felt pleasure for the very first time he was all in. Well, to a level. After your first night together he wanted to do it every night, but soon found out that on some nights the events of the day simply exhausted him too much for anything. I would say that after he "got used to" sex and it was no longer a new thing for him his sex drive turned from horny rabbit to a moderate healthy one. Doesn't mean he won't fuck the life out of you on some nights tho...

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Very fast. After he drains his balls he is so exhausted that sometimes he doesn't even want to pull out and wants to stay connected with you while sleeping. But, as i already mentioned, he found out it feels good when both of you are clean afterwards so he will force himself to not fall asleep long enough to clean both you and him and then once his head hits his pillow and pulls you into his arms he's gone.

#choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #choso smut #jjk choso #jjk smut

[icycoldninja]

Angsty Astarion headcannons

A/N: Ok, so way back in December of '23, I went through a short Astarion phase because I never went through a Twilight phase as a teen, and during the heat of said phase, I wrote this, and since I'm quite proud of how it turned out, I've decided to post it--but this is a one time only thing, it doesn't mean I write for Astarion or any BG3 characters, at least, not anymore.

Tw: Dark, dark, angsty themes that might make ya cry, proceed with caution.

-Severely claustrophobic and nyctophobic as a result of the underground confinement Cazador had sentenced him to.

-Refuses to go into tiny spaces; his bedroll must be spread out wide like a mat, and his tent must be roomy and airy.

-Sleeps/Meditates/whatever with candles lit. (with a nightlight in a modern AU)

-If the power goes out/wind blows his candles out and he can't light new ones for whatever reason, he will panic. Unless he can go outside and relish in the light of the fire or celestial bodies, or unless you have a flashlight, he will curl up into a little ball and cry softly until either the situation blows over or if you come to help him.

-Despite how much he loves you, there is a tiny part of him that is still afraid you will use him for his body and leave him to die, used up and dry.

-Trust is hard to build with him because of all that's happened, but stay persistent and he'll let his walls down.

-Has night terrors almost every night but is too scared to go to you (or anyone) for help for fear of being found and kidnapped by Cazador somehow--the only exception being very terrifying nightmares that have him screaming.

-Touch starved beyond comprehension.

-Desperately needs someone to hold him at night, or just to hold him in general. It doesn't matter how long, if someone would just give him a hug, it'd make his day.

-Sometimes he worries that you'll leave him because of his heavy emotional baggage.

-Gets crazy jealous and will turn into a bat to spy on you if he suspects anything.

-As time progresses, his negativity and jealousy starts to build up and soon expresses itself through violence. If you two don't do something about it, he could end up hurting you.

-He'd never kill you, but rage clouds the mind. Astarion could hurt you pretty badly, especially with that knife of his, and if he ever did so for whatever reason, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

-Puts on a brave, flirty, sassy face in public, but cries a lot in private. Like a lot.

-Does his best to cry as quietly as he can; an old habit from his time with Cazador. He bites a pillow or clamps his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise, careful to breathe through his nose and limit the noises he makes.

-All he really wants is someone to snuggle his fears away and just be there for him, however possible.

#astarion #Bg3 #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #Astarion x reader #Angst #Angst headcannons #Sad #poor astarion #Astarion baulder's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #Fanfic #Angsty #angst headcanons #icycoldninja writes

[toasttt11]

mack

August 7, 2019

Sidney quietly opened Cameron’s bedroom door holding a plate with her favorite breakfast, banana bread and candles light for her thirteenth birthday.

Sidney sat on the age of the bed and smiled fondly seeing her hair all crazily spread out across her pillow and he gently brushed some back and off her face, “Cam Bug.” Sidney softly cooed to his most important person.

“Mmm.” Cameron grumbled naturally leaning into her father’s touch.

“Happy birthday.” Sidney softly spoke and Cameron bounced up looking wide awake and Sidney bittersweetly smiled at his now teenager.

“Make a wish.” Sidney told her rubbing her back gently as she closed her eyes and blew out her candles. Cameron smiled and immediately broke off a piece of the banana bread and stuffed it in her face.

“Thank you.” Cameron mumbled leaning her head on her dad’s shoulder as she continued to stuff her face.

Sidney just sat with her as she ate and stealing a few bites and once she was finished, “Why don’t we get dressed there is some surprises for you down stairs.”

Cameron nodded and got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a pair of white cargo bangs and a blue and white striped shirt and a brush in her hand. She walked over to her dad and handed him the brush and Sidney gently brushed through her hair and got all of the knots out.

Sidney spun her around and gently kissed her forehead, “Beautiful.” Sidney proudly smiled at his beautiful daughter and he stood up off her bed.

They walked down the stairs and into the living room seeing a lot of people in there.

“Aunty Tay!” Cameron gasped and all but ran over to her aunt who has been on a trip the last few weeks.

“There’s my favorite niece.” Taylor smiled hugging her favorite niece tightly and pressing multiple kissed to the top of her head.

“I’m your only niece Aunty Tay.” Cameron giggled shaking her head at her silly aunt.

“Oh there’s my granddaughter.” Troy grinned at his granddaughter as she walked over to his wife and him. He pulled her into a tight hug rocking her back and forth before reluctantly releasing her as he knew his wife wanted to hug her too.

“Happy Birthday Cammie.” Tina beamed as she pulled her granddaughter into a hug.

“Thanks Nana.” Cameron smiled at her before skipping over to her Anna and Geno and Baby Nikita.

“Hi Kiki.” Cameron softly cooed at her baby cousin and looked at Anna for permission to hold him, Anna smiled and handed her son into her niece’s arms.

“Happy birthday маленький пингвин.” Geno pressed a kiss on her head and has been calling her little penguin in Russian since she was born as well as teaching her Russian.

“Thank you.” Cameron beamed but kept her eyes on her baby cousin in her arms, she gently brought her finger to his face and his little hands wrapped around her finger and opened his eyes at her.

She reluctantly passed him back to Anna and Anna smiled and gently kissed her forehead.

“Uncle Flower!” Cameron cheered as she rushed over to hug her godfather. Marc chuckled and hugged his goddaughter back.

“Hi Stells!” Cameron beamed at her two year old cousin.

“Cam Cam!” Estelle smiled widely and toddled over to her and lifted her hands up to her older cousin. Cameron picked up her and spun her around making Estelle giggle before Cameron set her cousin on her hip and gently hugged her very pregnant godmother.

“Hi Aunty Vee.” Cameron gently kissed her aunts cheek and Veronique gently caressed her sweet goddaughter cheek.

Cameron walked a step forward and a tiny body ran into her legs she looked down seeing her four year old cousin staring at her with a beaming smile.

“Hi Xan.” Cameron smiled and picked him up to setting him on her other hip.

“Happy Birthday Cam Cam.” Alexander cheered pressing a sloppy kiss onto her cheek and Cameron smiled tickling him slighty as she brought her cousins over to Kris and Catherine.

“Hi Uncle Krisy and Aunty Cat.” Cameron greeted them with a smile as her hands were full of her cousin.

“Hi darling, happy birthday.” Catherine gently kissed her nieces cheek. Kris gently ruffled her hair and hugged her being mindful of the kids in her arms.

Cameron smiled and heard to the couch and gently dropped both of her baby cousins making them giggle.

Cameron walked to her Nate, “Natey!” Cameron grinned and Nate smiled picking her up off the floor and shaking her back and forth in the hug.

“Happy Birthday baby Crosby!!” Nate cheered as he shook her like crazy before setting her back down gently.

Cameron smiled as a lot of her closest family members all came out to see her for her birthday.

Sidney had snuck out of the living room when Cameron was greeting everyone and he came back in with a something behind his back.

“What’s that?” Cameron titled her head curiously seeing her dad hiding something behind his back.

“Your present. Close your eyes.” Sidney smiled and Cameron closed her eyes holding out her hands and Sidney set the pet carrier in her hands, “Okay open.” Sidney smiled. Taylor had her phone out to film Cameron’s reaction.

Cameron let out a loud gasp as she opened her eyes and saw a cat in the carrier, she quickly knelt down setting the carrier on the ground and opened it up and the tiny white fluffy kitten popped her head out staring at Cameron.

“Hi.” Cameron whispered giggling happily as she been wanting a cat for years but Sidney wanted her to be a bit older so Cameron could take care of it.

The kitten meowed and jumped right out and onto her lap cuddling up on her. Cameron’s smile was so wide as she gently began petting her kitten.

Sidney sat down next to his daughter and smiled seeing her so happy.

“Thank you Dad.” Cameron hugged him being careful of her cat.

“Of course Cam Bug, happy birthday.” Sidney proudly smiled and brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the side of her head.

“What are you going to name him?” Taylor asked curiously to her niece.

Cameron titled her head thoughtfully before a mischievous grin came to her face, “Mack! Mr. Mack.”

Sidney let out a groan of defeat and Nate let out a booming laugh hearing the name.

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[vampyre-boyfriend]

I'm not a writer but fanfic idea

Simon's touch always felt so comforting to John. The only thing about that that changed when they were outside the comforts of their home, when they were Ghost and Soap, was just the frequency of it. Instead of long hugs where the weight of the world didn't seem crushing it was slight brushes of their fingers while walking past each other. Brushes that reminded them that they couldn't die out there. How would the team be able to control the surviving partner if they did? Soap would joke that living was his public service. How would price be able to control Ghost without him?Soap made Ghost more human. You couldn't kill a ghost but you can kill a human. Humans are sloppy. Humans don't think things through. If they think that the only person they hold in their heart is hurt they will do anything to save them. "Soap?" Ghost said into his radio, A sense if dread filling him as the silence persisted. "Johnny, how copy?" Maybe soap is fucking around, he never was the best at responding faster then it took Ghost's mind to come up with all the way's soap could be dead. After 10 agonizing minutes Ghost finally got a response in the form of plea for help. Ghost's feet moved before he could even process the sound. Before ghost could even process that it wasn't soap's voice.

Soap awoke with a piercing headache. Shit someone must have knocked him out. He could feel the dried blood crusted in his hair. How long was he out for? He should radio to ghost, he's probably freaking out. With a sigh at realizing the long talk he was going to get for his injuries he talked into his radio only to hear his own voice a few feet away. Soap looked up, eyes adjusting to the darkness. Even in a dark room he knew the shape of his love ...even with a gaping wound where his face should be he knew it was him. Propped against a wall as if someone wanted Soap to wake up to it. The sounds Soap made were ones of anguish. Ones from the deepest parts of his soul. "Si-" soap chocked on his own words as he reached his trembling hand out "you... fucking idiot." The feel of Ghost's skin wasn't one of comfort. It was cold. Soap felt only pain and suffering as he embraced Ghost's body. This wasn't in Soap's plan. He was supposed to die first. This isn't how it was supposed to be.

Or something like that idk again not a writer🤷

#call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #ghoap #soap #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x ghost #soap/ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost #ghostsoap #ghost/soap

[valsdelulucorner]

Asmo head cannons<3

He 100% steals you away from the others so you guys can have a spa day together, stress is bad for the skin darling and he couldn't possibly just sit there and let you stress with his brothers around!

Asmo loves doing face masks with you, it gives him a excuse to touch and admire your pretty/handsome face<3 now hush about you not liking your face, he still finds you absolutely breath taking darling

Asmo appreciates you a lot more then you ever know, he truly believes you were the first person to see past his sin and see who he was after he fell. He appreciates how you still love him despite him not being at 100%, he trusts you so much he shows you his imperfect self, showing you how vulnerable he is

Will absolutely cling to you if something scary comes on or if a devildom spider shows up. Oh no darling, he doesn't think they're scary, he just uses it as a excuse to hold onto you

Thrives on the fact that you love him despite him not being 100% perfect, it helps him build his confidence beyond what he portrays

He has freckles down his arms, back and face. His freckles are very faint so they aren't very noticeable but he views them as imperfections. He will cover the freckles over his nose and cheeks with foundation, he thinks they stand out like a sore thumb

You have freckles? Oh they are the cutest thing darling. Your self-conscious about your freckles? Oh he cant have that. He will kiss each of the freckles on your face softly and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He's allowed to not like his freckles but your not allowed to not like yours, he doesn't make the rules

You don't like being touched or like the idea of sex? That is completely fine to him, he will find other ways to show his affection that isn't hugs, hand holding or kisses. He will most likely fall back on words of affirmation or acts of service.

If you don't like having your face in photos (He doesn't get why though, your face is drop dead gorgeous darling), he will always ask you before hand if its alright to post a photo with you there. If its just him and you, he will probably crop you out but @ you with something like "today was so fun<3". If its a large group photo, he will probably put a heart over your face.

If you come to the devildom as a nail Tech or a hair dresser, lord will he have a field day darling. Will absolutely steal you away and let you experiment on his nails, only if your gentle and don't ruin is perfect hands of course. If he sees you doing duck nails on him, depending on your relationship with him he'll sit through the session but file his nails down to anything else but duck nails

Despite his sin, he absolutely loves laying in bed with you and cuddling. Nothing sexual, no distractions, just gentle cuddling while you both talk about your day and gossip together. A kiss to the jaw here and then but overall, cuddling with Asmodeus would be so relaxing.

Omg the amount of times he would drag you out of the house to just go walk around and get coffee is insane. He would window shop with you for a while before finding a nice cafe to sit down and relax in. Your not allowed to even breath in the same direction of the food and drink before he takes a photo to post to his devilgram

if you have tattoos or piercings, he would absolutely love to dress you up in outfits that makes them pop. If you think you would be able to get away without letting him choose your piercings for the day AND leave without a photo, you'd be dead wrong darling

Asmo does not care how much you weigh, he will absolutely adore you and your body. He will manage to find clothing that will perfectly suit your body type and just shower you in complements, refusing to let you mutter a single bad word about yourself

Asmo is not violent by nature, we can see that in the game. If he hears anyone talking smack about him, he doesn't normally bat a eye. He knows he's better then lowlifes like them. If they talk smack about YOU or his brothers, crimson red was always such a pretty colour <3

He finds it interesting the way that humans appearances change so often, 100 years is barley anything to him so he likes to see how humans change and develop

Asmo would 100% wear horn and wing Jewlery, he is quite self-conscious about them so he likes to Bazzel them to distract from the depressing black. We know how he misses his white wings so he normally dresses with wings up with pink and white jewellery, giving him that comfort and familiarity.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful" "Till the day I die, Darling"

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I absolutely love writing about the demon brothers, i feel like asmodeus gets looked over quite abit so i decided to give him some love<3 Who should i do next?

#valsdelulucorner #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me asmodeus #obey me anime #obey me mc #omomtrta #sh warning #obey me headcanons #obey me otome #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader

[wanderers-archive]

hi^^

Strawberry pudding with water, please?

(w Kazuha and reverse comfort because reverse comfort is my everything)

Thank you!

┆Genre: angst with comfort┆pairing: kazuha x reader ┆warning(s): the Shogun is mentioned, death, mentions of blood(many times)

ིྀ•˚I'll always be here waiting for you˙•ིྀ

As Blood dripped on the cemented floor, vibrant scarlet eyes were wide eye as he watched his own s/o get impaled in frint of his own eyes.

He ran towards you as lighting had striked constantly, one after the other.

Before the Raiden had the chance to touch you with her spear, kazuha and picked you and left the scene as blood had dripped down his arm.

After running for minutes, maybe even hours, he had looked around to see if people were here, confirming no one was around you two, he had put you down under a small tent to catch shade from the rain, as the lighting hadn't hit near the area,

"[Name]! Goodness, it's going to be okay!" Kazuha had pulled out a bandage from his pocket and was about to touch your wound on your chest, but he quickly retreaded his hand as electricity came in contact with his hand.

"Oh dear, kazuha did you get hurt?" You opened your eyes to see kazuha clutching his hand close to his chest as you hear him hiss loudly.

Kazuha looked at you through with his dripping hair from the rain with an expression you could deciper as lighting had struck far behind him, making shadows on his face.

You took his hand from his chest and pulled it closer to your face to see if there was anything injuries, as lighting struck again, you hear hiccups and soft sobs from kazuha.

" 'hic' w-why are you s-so concerned about m-me, my love you were just i-impaled and your worrying about me?!. Why do you k-keep worrying about other people before yourself. " you stared at kazuha through his dripping wet hair from the rain as tears left his eyes and dropped down, dripping to this thighs before hitting the ground.

You shifted in your seat against the pole you leaned on to get closer to kazuha. "____!? W-what are you doing! Stop moving your wound is g-going to keep ble-bleeding! " kazuha had managed to stop you from getting closer to him as blood kept gushing out of your abdomen, his quick hands acting quickly, he wrapped the bandage he was holding around your wound. You embraced kazuha gently as the rain kept soaking the both of you, especially the bandage.

"...wake up! "

You let go of kazuha and held his hand as blood kept dripping on the wet grass " *hic* _____, you're going to be okay, you won't leave me ... Right? " his voice trailling off, as he gripped your hand tighter, "....im feeling tired kazu, I just want to lay down and sleep" your voice barely heard if you weren't so close to kazuha. Your breathing becoming more shallow as time passes, kazuha pulling you closer to him as you closed your eyes as your body runs cold.

Kazuha held your limp body leaning on his body, his cries getting louder as the rain drowns out his cries for you.

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"Zuha wake up!"

"Kazuha, dear wake up!" [Name] raised her voice to wake kazuha up, as they were getting quite worried as they see kazuha slightly trembling in his sleep, he sat up quickly and looked towards you, pushing himself to hug you "uh.... What's wrong kazu, you aren't normally like this " you expressed "...i..had a nightmare" kazuha whispered "would you like to take a walk to get your mind off? " you suggested "that would be nice" kazuha replied.

┆ritou┆

"If you don't mind, would you like to say what the nightmare was about I may be able to help" [name] insisted, as you said kazuha started to explain his nightmare and how you were attacked by the shogun, how she had killed you almost the same way just like his friend, except you both had fled away from her and how you had died in his arms, as he explained, he started to cry, you reassured him, the raiden shogun had no more intentions of killing more vision holder, especially since the traveller had convinced the Shogun to not kildd anymore people.

"the traveller changed the shoguns mind about us vision holder right? there's no need to worry about that honey, let's enjoy your stay here before going back to liyue, alright honey?" You had intertwined both of your hands on his, grabbing his hands and bringing it to your lips as the cold air travels through the both of you.

Kazuha'ss gaze never left your eyes even when you had closed them to kiss the back of his hand, taking small steps to come closer to you, wrapping his free hand on your waist and bring in you closer to him. Dropping his hand slowly, you had wrapped you arms around his back, lightly tracing random shapes or anything on his back. The cold wind bringing kazuha back from his own mind, going closer towards your ear.

"sweetheart, let's go back?" You had whispered in his ear while caressing his hair gently, almost as if you were coaxing him to sleep.

Kazuha had pulled away from the Hug and nodded his head, seeing as his eyes were slightly hooded from sleepyness you let out a giggle, kazuha had looked at you and tilted his head, like he was asking why you were giggling.

"It's nothing dear, you look adorable when your sleepy, let's hurry back so we can get some shut eye" you had intertwined your hand with his and guided him back to you cabin.

As the cold nights wind softly hitted your cabins window, knowing kazuha wouldn't fall asleep quickly if you weren't next to him, cuddling him to sleep as the remnants of the nightmare in his mind disappeared, he had his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as if you both weren't close enough, feeling his breathing became even, you relax knowing that kazuha had now fallen asleep more quick then you had anticipated, knowing your presence made him more comfortable, you closed your eyes feeling a sense of excitement of what the day will be like with kazuha once you wake up.

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[sunnyferr]

A polyamorous relationship with them!

Op men!: kid/killer zoro/sanji law/luffy

WARNING: ReaderF! Polyamorous relationship NSFW, Contains homosexual relationships between characters!

Kid/Killer

It's the most fun relationship you can have!

kid is your partner in pranks and dirty jokes, always up to mischief around the ship

but if you like quiet chats with a coffee, killer will always be there to listen to you, he's really good at listening and giving objective opinions

I remind you, they are very big, so their group hugs completely crush you.

I feel like killer is more into hugs, hugging you from behind and being there almost all the time.

kid is more into kisses, messy kisses with tongue in the middle, with his hands roaming all over your body

It's very sweet to see them share little kisses between the two

Sleeping with them is also a comical experience

I remind you for the second time, they each take up a king-size bed.

so you sleep on kid's chest face down, while kid holds you by the waist with one hand, and the other arm around killer (nice mental image)

sex with them is something wild and rough

Usually, the sessions last between 3 or 4 HOURS (a fallen soldier)

Kid always takes the lead, he's a dominant, and you're not going to take his place

killer, to be honest, is kind of the same, he can be sub or dom (although he does like being dom a bit)

Kid usually lets killer play with you while he's in the corner of the room, watching everything.

killer tends to praise you while biting and licking every inch of your skin

kid is more into saying things like "you little slut! do you like what killer is doing to your pussy, huh?"

the aftercare is very tender and sweet, well, kid tries to stay awake, as he usually falls asleep after 5 minutes.

killer is more about bringing you water and snacks if it was a long session, preparing a shower for all three (obviously having to drag kid into the shower)

sanji/zoro

These two always seem to be arguing

like a couple who have been married for 50 years.

But they do love each other for real…just that it's a bit hard for them to admit it.

Usually, your time with Sanji is on some island, buying food (which was the main mission), but he ends up getting distracted by looking at dresses in the shop windows, saying you have to try them on RIGHT NOW.

On the other hand, Zoro loves it when you join him in his 30-minute naps while you're together hugging. He says it's cheesy and silly to be like that, but deep down, he loves it. Sometimes Sanji joins in (just because you told him to).

Sanji is always touching you (holding your hand, your waist, brushing your hair, etc.) because he can't stand being away from you. Even if you're right beside him, he always has to have you close!

Zoro is a bit calmer with that, but there are times he likes to tease Sanji, grabbing you by the waist and carrying you on his shoulder away from the cook.

But they also show affection to each other…giving each other little love pecks when you're not looking…and sometimes it escalates to something more.

Sleeping with them is a bit tricky (usually, Zoro is busy at night taking care of the ship, but let's pretend they almost always sleep together).

Usually, Sanji loves being in front of you and Zoro hugging you from behind, but problems arise when it's midnight…

It's a constant push and pull!

Sex is really exciting.

The rounds last for 2 hours (which is not short) but…

they leave you stargazing for hours!

Imagine leaning on the table, sharpening Zoro's sword and having a full view of your backside, while he hits your sweet spot

and meanwhile, Sanji is below, licking and sucking your clit while pleasuring himself

simply glorious

Sanji tends to be very loud, moaning and shouting Zoro's and your name

Zoro is more of a grunter and curses under his breath, but the occasional moan escapes him

The aftercare involves Sanji preparing some tea or some ointment to soothe any pains or discomfort, while Zoro pampers you with small kisses on your head until Sanji arrives and they nap together for a while

Law/luffy

A very complementary relationship!

Luffy is like a little kid, you have to keep up with his mischief ALL THE TIME!

but it's really fun to follow him and play some pranks on Law, even though he might get mad afterwards and not talk to us for hours (it was worth it)

Luffy loves hugs! he's always with his arms stretched out hugging you and giving you uncontrollable kisses all over your face

Law is a bit more shy, especially in public, he'll shake your hand and that's it, but when they get home he tends to pamper them a lot.

Law really likes it when you two are in his room while he studies or works, seeing you cuddled up on the couch while you caress a nearly asleep Luffy, is something he loves about you

Sleeping with Law is not a problem… Luffy is

he tends to fall off the bed ALL the time, so now Luffy sleeps in the middle, lying on his back while you hug and kiss him

they don't usually have sex much… but it's still very rewarding

it usually lasts between 2 to 3 hours

Law is a fan of BDSM (NO ONE WILL MAKE ME THINK OTHERWISE) and SUB/DOM games

Luffy and you are the submissives, trying to please Law in various ways possible so he gives you your well-deserved "rewards"

An important detail is that Luffy is very inexperienced at first but gradually learns more, to the point where he'll try to be dominant with you (only sometimes)

They usually end up with a lot of moans and screams of passion among the three.

post-care is very important to Law!

he makes sure they've had enough water and gives massages in a specific place if they're in pain.

he would punish Luffy if he left too many hickeys (even if he did too) because it could be "dangerous"

but in the end, it always ends up being a good nap with lots of hugs and kisses (and Luffy's snoring)

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[cades-outsider]

Robby Keene X Reader

Warnings: None, it’s mainly just fluff! This is S3 because I am IN LOVE with S3 Robby!

Side Note: I am not stopping the Cobra Kai writings! I am going to be focusing on Milo Manheim characters as well, so if you like any of his characters, send in requests! I have a special Ryan Baker smut coming up! 😩🤚

Your heart raced as you walked down the halls of the juvenile detention center in which they were holding Robby, a guard escorting you to your destination. Going through two big white double doors, catching the attention of a bunch of juvie inmates.

A bunch of squared silver chairs and tables came into view, but it seemed as if time had stopped once you spotted Robby, his hands covering his mouth anxiously waiting. Bobby, one of Johnny's best friends sat beside him. He was the one who was able to get you in to see Robby so soon, apparently you weren't old enough to visit him by yourself. Which you thought was stupid.

With every walk towards Robby your body was shaking, you were nervous. Not because of what happened that led him in here, but because of how he would react to you wanting to see him.

Bobby's head perked up as he seen you, he waved you over with a soft smile causing Robby to turn around. His lips parted as he was in shock, surprised that you actually showed. But more importantly shocked that you actually wanted to see him after what happened.

Robby stood up slowly as you walked closer to him, you couldn't hug because of the no touching rule. But you wanted to, and by his reaction you knew he wanted to as well.

You smiled at Bobby as he led you to take a seat beside him, Robby turned back around and took his seat, lips still parted, too shocked to speak.

Bobby looked back and forth at you both awkwardly for a moment before pointing behind him "I'll let you guys.... catch up" He spoke before walking away.

"You're- you're here...." Robby said lowly, as if in disbelief. He wouldn't have blamed you for not coming.

"I'm always here for you Robby..." You placed your elbows on the silver table, resting your chin on your hand.

Your eyes couldn't escape his, you had missed him so much and you didn't want to look away. The slightest smile fell across Robby's lips as he cleared his throat.

"So... what have you been up too?" He questions, wanting to know if you've been okay.

"Missing you" You crack a smile with your answer.

Robby let's out a small chuckle, with a side smile "besides that..." He jokes lightly.

You sigh, pretending to think "nothing too interesting, everything's pretty much been quiet" Your tone changes with every word you speak. It's as if Robby sensed your emotions, he raised his eyebrows and looked down slightly, disappointed with himself.

"Is... is Miguel okay?" Robby questions nervously, bitting his fingernail as he looks up at you. Almost not wanting to know the answer to that question.

"He's okay Robby, he's healing" You tell him sincerely.

You could see the pure guilt written on his face, the regret. "Hey..." You grab his hand that was laying on the table, completely disregarding the rules.

"I don't blame you for any of it... I know you would take it all back in a heart beat if you could, but it'll be okay..." You said lovingly. But you also didn't quite know what to say, you hoped he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Robby's eyes bore into yours, you start rethinking your words for a moment until he nods his head, closing his eyes. A small tear rolling down his cheek.

Your hand finds its way to his right cheek, wiping the tear away gently. Your thumb runs over the purple and red bruise that lied there.

"What happened...?" You basically whisper.

"Just a couple of guys. No big deal" He tries to speak as convincing as possible, you could tell there was more to it but you decide not to push him further.

"I miss you Robby... a lot" You say, placing both of your hands on top of his free hand.

"I miss you too..." Robby says, his side smile starting to show.

Soon your sincere moment is broken up by Bobby placing his hand on your shoulder letting you know that your time was up. You nod letting him know you got the message, before turning back to Robby.

"I don't know when or if I'll be able to come back and visit you, but I'll be here to pick you up when you get out" You say, a small smile falling across your lips.

Robby nods his head in understanding, his heart leaping at such a promise. Though apart of him didn't expect you to keep it. Bobby and some of the guards lead you out of the waiting room, your eyes stayed glued to his as much as they could. You could feel Robby’s stare on you, and you knew that his eyes were still trained on the metal doors even when you were out of his sight.

*THREE MONTHS LATER*

Pulling up your car into one of the driveways at the detention center you spot both Daniel LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence at the doors, bickering. Daniel was your dad and Johnny was Robby's dad. You let out a sigh as you step out of your car, leaning on the side of it. You watched as Johnny and Daniel kept yelling at eachother.

"So you got it all under control?" Daniel interrogates.

"Yeah, I do." Johnny nods his head.

"Just like you had Kreese under control? Right?-" Daniel pauses. "-what did you think would happen when you summoned that devil back to earth?" He finishes, almost as if it was a rhetorical question.

"Kreese is my problem" Johnny states, tilting his head up.

"Not anymore. He's made it crystal clear that he's everyone's problem... as usual I'm gonna have to be the one that cleans up your mess" Daniel sighs.

"I clean up my own messes.... and I'm dealing with it" Johnny says louder, walking up to Daniel.

"Yeah and how exactly are you dealing with it? What are you gonna do, barge in there and beat him up. That worked real well with the guys at the chop-shop" Daniel smart mouths, using his hands as references.

"Those guys deserved it..." Johnny says.

"That's your problem Johnny..." Daniel starts, but before he could finish you drown them out, rolling your eyes at their antics, they acted like they were teenagers all over again.

"Seriously?" You hear a familiar voice interrupt the two kids.

You perk up leaning off your car and getting a good look at Robby, "Robby..." Daniel says, turning to look at him.

"Hey Robby" Johnny says as Robby takes a few steps closer to try and pass them, not yet spotting you.

Robby looks at Johnny "I told you i don't want you here." He says nodding his head upwards as if pointing to Johnny.

"You're my son, I wanted to be here" Johnny says 'as a matter of fact'.

"and so did I..." Daniel speaks up.

Robby turns to look at his and squints his eyes "Don't do me any favors, it's your fault I was in here" He blames.

"Listen I know you're upset but I was doing what was best for you...-" Daniel starts as Robby rolls his eyes, looking away "now that you're here I want you to know you'll always have a home at Miyagi Do." Daniel says sincerely.

Johnny steps up demandingly "you're with me." He says.

Robby looks back and forth at the two of them, pursing his lips, an angry expression on his face "both of you. Stay out of my life" He says before walking off.

He stops in his tracks as he makes eye contact with you, both Daniel and Johnny stop their staring contest with each other and turn towards you, just now noticing your presence. "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?!" Daniel yells from afar.

"I came to pick up my boyfriend" You say as if it was a stupid question to ask. You see Robby let out a small side smile as you make eye contact with him once again, you smile and nod your head to your car. "You coming?" You question, a small smile placed on your face.

Robby nods his head as he walks over to the passengers side and takes his seat, you doing the same in the drivers side. You pass by Johnny and Daniel, both of them looking baffled. Daniel had a look of defeat and annoyance on his face, while Johnny’s face held a grin. He always liked you, despite your dads and his rivalry.

You make it down the road before looking over at Robby, "Thanks for coming Y/n..." He says as he sinks back in his seat.

"Of course babe, I wasn't gonna miss coming to get you" You smile, turning on a green light.

You look over for just a split second to catch Robby's side smile, "you hungry?" You question, looking back at him on a red light. "I could eat" He replies before resting his arm against the door, looking out the window.

You decided not to rush him into talking. You didn't want to overwhelm him, especially after what just happened moments before. Instead, you drove to In-n-Out.

You decided to drive to Miyagi Do, you knew nobody would be there at this time of day and you wanted a place to eat and talk alone with Robby. You parked your car horizontal to the dojo. You handed Robby his food and ate in silence for the first few minutes.

After Robby finished his food you decided to wrap the rest of yours up and put it back in the paper bag. You could feel Robby practically staring daggers into your head.

"Why did you come?" He finally spoke up.

You look up at him confused by his question, "what do you mean Robby?" You asked, furrowing your brows.

"That day, with Bobby. Why did you come?" He clarifies.

"Because I love you Robby" You state, staring into his eyes that are scrunched up in confusion.

"Did you not want me to come...?" You couldn't help but ask.

"It's not that, I just... no one's ever showed up for me like that and I just wanted to know why.... especially after what I did" Robby says, breaking eye contact to look at the floorboard.

"Robby... what happened was horrible, but I'm always going to be in your corner. I'm always going to be there for you" You say, as Robby feels his heart skip a beat.

He finally manages to look you back in your eyes and when you get to see his face, his eyes are filled with tears that won't stop rushing down. The small bags under his eyes are slightly red, as he finally reveals his vulnerable self to you.

"I need you Y/n" He cries, and you take that as your sign to unbuckle your seat and place yourself in Robby's lap.

His hands hold onto your waist for dear life as he looks up, and into your eyes. You place your right hand against his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth on his soft skin.

Your legs wrap firmly around Robby's waist as you place your lips on his. His lips fight with yours as his tears fall against both of your lips, it becomes messy and filled with love.

Robby pulls away to lean his forehead against yours, both his hands now holding onto the sides of your face only for his lips to be back on yours "I love you" he mumbles against your lips.

"I love you Robby" Your voice comes out as a whisper against his lips.

You pull away from his lips, your eyes gazing over every inch of his face, Robby's eyes are still closed as another tear rolls down his face. You take that as your sign to tightly embrace him in a hug.

His arms wrap firmly around your waist, hands resting on your back as he lets his head fall onto your shoulder, his body starts shaking as he starts crying harder, holding onto you for dear life.

  You stay like that for a while, until his breathing calms down and his tears fade away. Still on his lap, you pull away from the hug while his hands drop down to your waist.

  Robby's glossy eyes meet yours "I have something for you" You say before lightly placing your lips on his for a brief moment before getting off his lap and returning back to the drivers seat.

  You don't give him a chance to speak before you're already driving away from Miyagi Do. A little while later you pull up to his old apartment building.

  Robby looks at the building and back to you with a confused look on his face as you park the car. "Come on, it's just in here" You give him a small, innocent smile.

  You both get out the car, grabbing Robby's hand you walk into the complex and in the elevator to his apartment door. You grab the keys out of your back pocket and unlock the door, letting Robby in first.

  "Y/n what is this?" Robby questions looking around the apartment, as he noticed how clean and kept up it looked.

  "Well... while you were in juvie I decided to fix it up for you, I got permission from your mom and everything's taken care of, the fridge is full of food and the rents payed off for a while, so you don't have to worry about anything" You explain while you close the apartment door. You knew your dad, Daniel, would have some words to say about it, but you didn’t care, Robby needed someone, he needed you.

  Robby takes in every detail of the apartment until you're his main focus, your nerves start to take over as he walks up to you. He brings his hand to your cheek, his thumb moves back and forth in slow motions. His eyes move back and forth to yours and your lips.

  He's lost for words, but he manages to speak "you didn't have to do this, I could've figured something out on my own..." Robby says. Every part of him wanted to reject the offer, fearing it was out of pity but he knew by the sweetness in your voice that you truly just wanted to be there for him. Help him.

  "I know, but now you don't have to worry about that" You give him a small smile as you speak.

You don't give him the chance to say anything before you speak again "I want to help you Robby, not because of pity or feeling like I have too, but because I love you an-" Your sentence is cut off by Robby's lips on yours.

Both of his hands are now grasping your face, his lips move against yours with so much love and compassion as he pushes you up against the door. Your right hand goes to his shoulder as your left hand rests on his jaw.

You both make out for a while, it wasn’t any regular heated make out. No…. It was filled with love, warmth, and desperation. This was Robby’s way of saying thank you. You didn’t know what would happen in the future, or where this teenage love would lead you both, but you were more than willing to love him with every fiber in your body.

You were willing to be there for him.

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