#which means jewel box

[snappysprinkledog]

Yall wouldn't believe the number of men I've assigned to 'could talk to at a party but never a close friend' over the realisation they're not viewing me as a person but rather as a Girl

#ah i see you dont view me as a person but some monolithic other #'friendly acquaintance at best' zoned #tbh its not even that theyre rude about it #and some guys are just barking up a tree theyve been told is progressive and i got more time for them #like the ones who are all 'women are precious jewels' which is nice until its used as a way to limit our freedom #cause thats used to justify the requirement of the patriarchy to 'protect' women #but some do mean well so i got more time and hope for them #theyre open for learning that girls are infact just another human with a different gender #that weve for some reason decided to hate and box and quantify and mysticise the existence of #is this feminist? #yeah fuck it #feminism #cause honestly where has being viewed as a precious commodity got us #the spoiler is that when in even more patriarchal societies where misogyny is more rampant women are still compared to precious things #and still seen as a commodity or a 2nd class being or smth to be hidden and constricted from the world #where the men have their freedom #but the women who complain are told theyre wrong because dont they see they have to not be allowed freedom as theyre too precious #like babes youre being manipulated #hes putting you on a throne while tying a chain to your leg #this is all cynical but yeah you get me #im a person and i want to be viewed as one

[chrollohearttags]

nsfw alphabet • ace: anal training

anal play, sex toys, oral sex, spit play, choking, backshots, creampie, squirting

word count: 2.4K

📝: reposting bc why not? as you can see, this is a lil mini series I’m doing with all my fav eaters characters. if this flops, it never happened and I’m never posting again lmao

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“What the fuck is this?”

Blurting out almost instantaneously as you stumbled into a laugh. Brandishing the tiny red box in your hand, you’d remove the contents and spin it around between your fingertips. “It’s a gift for you..do you like it?” Your fiancé couldn’t have been more unserious at the moment but something told you by that dumb ass grin and smug look plastered across his face, he was very much so! “It’s certainly..a gift. Are you trying to tell me something?..” “I mean, you’d look so pretty in it…and maybe I wanna try a little something new. What do you think?”

Manspread on the couch, subtly rubbing his own thigh as to quell his obvious hard on, Ace would flash you that smile once more, in hopes of softening you and getting his lady on board with this idea. The ‘new thing’ in question was none other than some exploration of the other end, in other words, anal sex..which, to be fair, wasn’t exactly level five, uncharted territory you’d never cross. It was just more so something the two of you had never done before and needless to say, he was excited to give it a go. “You mean to tell me you’ve never thought about it?” The thought of claiming that part of your body excited Ace..the prospect of exploring every hole all at once had him ready to pounce right now but he’d bide his time. “Because I have…a lot.” You two had been in candid talks of different things you’d wanted to try in the bedroom. Not so much from a lack of excitement but just seeing what you guys enjoyed and didn’t. You’d been testing out different kinks here and there and it had done wonders for your already exciting sex life. “Well it’s not like it’s at the forefront of my brain but..I heard it feels really good.” From being tied up to using food and ice on each other. There was no limit as to what you’d do. Twisting around on your fingertips was the red jeweled butt plug he’d purchased for you to wear. In the same bag, there were anal beads, lube and a dildo. All of which he planned to use. “I mean, it is cute….” Eventually, that gap of space closed between the two of you and your hand was resting on that very thigh, trailing its way up to his growing erect as you leaned in to subtly kiss him. Your faces eventually met for a few light pecks and he’d gloss over your cheek with his thumb. “Then I take that as a yes.” He’d all but tried to tug you into his lap and caress those beautiful legs..he had a feeling that the two of you were going to have tons of fun with this! “You’re a freak, you know that?” “I know..exactly why you’re marrying me. Am I right?”

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“Oh fuuuck…just like that, baby. Suck me up.” It wasn’t even a full two hours later before his obscene wish was granted. Sprawled out across the king size bed, limbs splayed to every side..he’d lie there in utter pleasure and awe as (y/n)’s mouth engulfed him whole. You’d circulate your tongue and swirl it around on his cock, going from the tip to the base as your hands remained planted on either side of him. Your eyes sharply focused on his reactions and loving each one. That thick, plump ass was arched in the air, subtly bouncing in rhythm with your sloppy throat fucking. In between those round cheeks? Resided that plug that was getting you acclimated to what was headed your way. That tight little hole sucking on the metal and conforming to its shape. For now, you were making sure he was well aroused and lubricated, thanks to your incredible skills. Fountains of spit drooling down the sides of your mouth and onto your exposed chest as well. Alternating between his balls and shaft; stroking him as you suckled on one and vice versa. What seemed to really drive him crazy, was when you decided to take him down your throat entirely and didn’t even gag once. Even as your forehead collided with his shapely abs. “You nasty bitch…I love you..” making you both break into a giggle because he was truly enamored with how slutty you’d get for him. He didn’t even mean to curse you in such a way, it was just how you made him react. All of the filthy thoughts that plagued his mind, you were willing to enact each one with him. Tugging you away, Ace would lean up and cup your face once you were done. “No, fuck that. I gotta have you right now..oh shit. Need to play in all those pretty holes, baby..” Shoving his tongue into your mouth to reward you for an incredible job. As much as he enjoyed your oral service, it was his turn now. In a moment of haste, he’d usher you onto your knees; ass poking up in the air and face planted into the mattress. That’s when he’d saddle behind you. Hands gripping the fat of that round bottom and squeezing before planting hard, sharp smacks across the cheeks. He was so erect, it was taking all of his restraint not to bottom you out right now. But first, he had to get a taste of his own..

“Look at that..you took it so well, sweetheart..” Growling as he spreads you open yet again. This time, he’d allow a trail of saliva to seep down to that puckering entrance. You’d whimper at the sensation and nuzzle your face deeper into that pillow whilst he worked you over with that plug; pulling and tugging at it just to see your reactions. That’s when he’d clutch your throat, forcing your head back as he thrusted the little metal bud in and out, getting you used to the feeling of being penetrated there..

“Eyes up here...I can’t wait to see that pretty face when I fuck this tight little asshole..gonna make you feel so good, baby. I swear..” sucking his teeth as he forced you to maintain your arch, as well as that gaze. Your expression had gone all but dumb and blank..drool seeping down your chin and a smile on your lips. “Can I do that? Hmm? Can I make my babygirl feel good?” Cooing to you in that tone that always wore you down, even in your most defiant and bratty state. He’d stroke your cheek lovingly before popping a thumb between your lips in between soft kisses to your temple. “Yes, daddy..fuck my ass, please..” giving him the one response that always made him go weak. Hearing you utter the name made him melt instantaneously.

“..shit…that’s a good girl.” Removing that thumb, he’d pat your cheek and tell you to return to your original position. That’s when he’d take his place behind you, mounted with your cheeks in his grasp. Keeping you exposed, he’d remove that plug entirely and lower his head until he replaced it with that of his tongue. Prodding around and poking it in and out of that tight entrance. He loved the way you tasted..wanting to lap and lick on every inch of your perfect body. Meanwhile, that sopping cunt was dripping underneath you and furthering your bliss, he’d trace tiny circles around that clit; even shoving a digit inside of your pussy whilst he spat down onto your asshole, still devouring it as if it were nothing. Fingering you simultaneously. “Mmmmph! Fuck…that feels so good.” “I can tell..look how wet you are, babe. Creaming all over my fingers..” exclaiming as he pushed them in and out..still licking around the perimeter of your exposed entrance. He wasn’t shy about it either. He was practically tongue fucking your hole and enjoying every moment of it. Hearing you cry out and curse, watching you writhe…every reaction turned him on more than the next. Not to mention how much you were gushing.

“Just like that..thrust that ass back on my face. Let me know how much you love it.” Chuckling before feeding you more of those heavy handed slaps. He was relentless. You’d subtly twerk as he wrangled his head around, slurping and lapping at that tight hole. “Ace, please….” He could tell by your whimpers and needy expressions what had to be done. Reluctantly parting ways with your tender spot, he’d mark it with one last flick and leave a kiss on your supple cheek..reaching down to stroke his shaft as he prepared to take the next step. He was going to give you the very thing you had been craving..

“Alright, baby..I guess you’ve earned it. Spread that ass open. Let’s see how good you take me..

planting another hard slap against your ass, he’d instruct you yet again to hold yourself open. That fluttering hole was aching for him and begging to be filled. That tip of his was glowing red and leaking precum as he mounted behind you. “Yeah, keep that arch for me, princess. Just like that.” Licking his palm, Ace rubbed it in his hand slowly and massaged his cock head before poking it at your entrance. He knew you were needy but he’d never seen you so desperate before. So desperate to be full of him. Asking you once more, he’d ease himself in and try to maintain his composure..

“Fuuuck..”

the expletive leaving his lips almost immediately. That initial sensation was almost too much for him to bare but he’d persist, as this was all of his own volition. After all, he had been begging to claim this part of you and now that he had it, he better had known what to do with it. From the moment he slid in, you began to drool and your eyes began to dilate. Rolling to the back of your head immediately.. “..so fucking tight..oh my god..you feel amazing..” his voice almost drunken with lust for you. Tossing his head back; rolling them onto his shoulders, Ace shifted his hips to establish a position and pace once and for all.. “..damn, I gotta start moving, baby. Are you okay?” “Y-yes..please.” And with that, he’d start thrusting, going a bit faster and a little deeper..just so you both could become acclimated with the feeling. It was a lot admittedly, but the feeling was almost euphoric. Nothing like either you had ever experienced. “Oh my god, that feels so good..” your little entrance constantly sucking him in. By this time, he was buried halfway into you..the tip prodding at your sensitive core and causing your legs to tremble. You could no longer hold that stance but you were slowly beginning to meet his strokes with the subtle bounce of your ass. It was so round and thick, it nearly swallowed him whole. And doused in that oil, he could barely take it. Between both, he was having a hard time staying on rhythm. With a hand placed into the small of your back, Ace watched as both holes spread and gripped with each movement he made. “Yesss, baby..fuck this ass..you’re so fucking deep in me..” whimpering and crying out as he kept going. He’d begin to speed up and feed you deeper thrusts, egged on by your sweet moans. But this subtly wasn’t going to suffice any longer. You were both in need of a little more..you needed him to truly stretch you out!

Yeah? Then take this dick..keep throwing it back on me—“ but alas, you’d do him one better and begin looking back at him as you rode him. Flattening yourself against the mattress to garner leverage. “Oh shit..and that pretty face too? You’re gonna get all this cum, baby. I swear..” you had obviously worn him down and it was apparent by the tremble in his voice that your fiancé was not going to last much longer at this rate. You certainly didn’t help matters any when you began calling him daddy again and begging to fill you up. “That’s what you want? For me to come in you..fill this hole up?” Nodding, you answer his question but it wasn’t a proper response in his opinion. So to up the ante, he’d grasp your throat and tug your head back as those thrusts became a little sharper. He had begun to pound you as that hole became good and accustomed to his cock being in it. You’d never been so stimulated before in your life and before long, you’d reach your orgasm too. Barreling out in the form of rapid spurts of juices from your pussy. “Oh fuck! Yes…I’m coming!” although he too was reaching his peak, he couldn’t help but to tease you. “Such a cute little slut..coming from getting fucked in your ass. I love you..” having to chuckle as the prospect up getting to defile you like this for eternity crossed his mind. It was inevitable at this point. You’d already reached your breaking point and was only being held up by that clutching hand around your throat and his tender kisses. He could no longer sate his ravenous desire for you nor could he hold his climax. Those fat, swollen balls smacked up against your clit with much veracity and with those tears gliding down your face, Ace would capture you in another sloppy peck to quell those cries.

“I know, sweetheart. I know…I’m so fucking close. Give me one more and I’ll give you what you want. Same time.” Coaxing you on for another orgasm and like clockwork, you didn’t hold back. You’d find yourself twitching and writhing on his cock as it remained nestled inside of you. As promised, you’d feel the sharp thrusts reach their plateau and then…

“Oh..haaa—fuuuuuck! Fuck..me..”

those loud grunts filled the air as his seed filled your hole, leaving you stuffed to the brim. It were almost as if you had broken him after that. He’d beg to stay in it for just a few more moments but when he finally found the strength to pull out, the sight before him was beautiful. You’d reach back one last time and part yourself open for him. He was proud to have claimed you in such a way..panting and heaving, Ave would chuckle at his handiwork and reward you with one last kiss.

“Damn…we definitely have to do that more often.”

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@greenieweeniesworld @spaceforher @wintrrxxo @rnvsxo

#cherry’s works ✦⭒ #one piece #one piece x black!reader #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #ace x black reader #ace x reader #ace x y/n #portgas d ace x black reader #black fem reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x y/n #portgas ace smut #portgas ace x you #ace one piece #fire fist ace #ace fanfic #ace smut #one piece smut #op smut #black reader #one piece au #one piece modern au #firefighter au #firefighter ace #one piece ace #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction #cw smut

[connorsbonez]

Stalkers and Cryptids

Incorrect Quotes #3

Tim: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Danny:

Bernard:

Wes:

Everyone Else At Tim’s Surprise Birthday Party:

Danny: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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Tim: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Danny: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Bernard: A realist sees a freight train.

Wes: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Danny: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Bernard: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Danny: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Bernard: But I heard a siren.

Wes: That was Tim.

Tim: Sorry, I got nervous.

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Bernard: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Danny: Hey, spaghetti, we're having Wes for dinner.

Wes: What is wrong with you people?

Tim: Shut up, chocolate.

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Wes, banging on the door: Tim! Open up!

Tim: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Bernard: No, they meant-

Danny: Let them finish.

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Tim: What's it like being tall?

Danny: Is it nice?

Bernard: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Wes: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Wes: Christmas is cancelled.

Tim: You can't cancel a holiday.

Wes: Keep it up, Tim, and you'll lose New Year's too.

Tim: What does that mean?

Wes: Danny, take New Year's away from Tim.

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Bernard: Why is Danny crying on the floor?

Wes: They took one of those 'which Amity Park ghost are you?' quizzes.

Bernard: And?

Wes: He got Plasimus.

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Danny: Wes isn't answering his phone

Bernard: I'll call

Danny: Tim and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Wes: Hello?

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Wes: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Danny: Put spaghetti in it.

Wes: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Tim: Put spaghetti in it.

Wes: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Bernard: Put spaghetti in it.

Wes: I am no longer taking suggestions.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #crossover #stalkers and cryptids #tim drake #bernard dowd #wes weston #danny fenton #danny phantom

[aethersea]

I've always wanted to learn bookbinding, ever since I was a wee little nerd, but there are a lot of things I've always wanted to learn, and this one has both a daunting upfront materials cost and a daunting upfront research cost. however, my sister is a jewel among siblings and gave me for christmas last year a handy dandy bookbinding manual, a block of good paper, and a little bag of tools.

but I still didn't have a suitable workspace, nor any of the many important tools and materials that she didn't include in her gift. so I just read the manual and pined. until maybe a month ago I got fed up with pining, flattened a cardboard box for a cutting mat, and went to town.

and I'm real proud of myself, so here's me rambling, plus photos!

I went to the thrift store and got glue + some fabric to bind the cover, went to Michaels for a paintbrush (and later went back for a metal ruler lmao it's amazing how useful it is to have a straightedge for cutting the paper), and...could not find material for the cover boards. so I went home and pined some more. but the urges were too strong, so after a couple hours of moping I got a stack of printer paper at the grocery store (I could not bring myself to use the good paper for my first, inevitably weak attempts, I just couldn't do it) and started making a little booklet. which was a great idea, it turned out, since it makes for good practice with cutting the paper, measuring things, punching holes in the signatures, etc.

I have a big box of greeting cards from Michaels, which I used for the covers. it didn't feel like I was making a Real Book, so I got some colored paper from the stationery store and used that for end papers.

so fancy~

galvanized by this success, I ordered a stack of chipboard online to use for cover boards; and once I was confident that I could cut paper without making it look too stupid (getting that straightedge ruler sure helped lol), I made signatures out of the good paper, left them under some heavy books overnight since I don't have a book press, and then punched holes in them! (huzzah for this nice video on getting the holes right)

my sister's gift included good linen thread. it's unwaxed, but after some poking around on r/bookbinding it looks like that just means I'll have to be more careful to avoid tangles and keep good tension. I am fine with this. I can be extra attentive. (I considered just running it over a beeswax candle, but one commenter said if your wax has paraffin in it, it could melt in a hot car, ruining the spine. I can't guarantee my candle is 100% beeswax, I didn't make it, so maybe we just move on.)

I don't have good linen fabric to use for the tapes, but the important part there is that the fabric be thin, sturdy, and not stretchy. the probably-cotton I got from the thrift store fits the bill, so it'll do!

this is a french link stitch, which I got from this exceedingly good tutorial. apparently it's strong enough on its own that for a book of this size, I don't actually need tapes, but I'd already cut the things so eh here we are. and tapes plus french link will make it a stronger binding still (according to a friendly redditor on r/bookbinding), so we carry on.

specifically we carry on to the gluing step. now as I mentioned, I do not have a book press, and you....kinda need one for this step. you need to hold the book block in place with the signatures facing upwards, pressed together hard enough that the glue won't run down between them and stick the pages together (though you do want the glue to get between them just a little, just for like a 16th of an inch). you at least need some clamps and a couple boards to sandwich the book block with.

but you know what? I'm not a professional, this is my first ever book, if it's a little bit off it'll be fine. so we grab all the heaviest books off the bookshelf and improvise.

it's fine! I'm sure it's fine! and just in case it's not, I've tucked a bit of cardboard underneath to catch any glue that drips down so it won't land on the floor. see? I'm prepared! I'm acing this.

and actually, it really was fine. I used clear elmer's glue, applied with a flat paintbrush from the art supplies aisle at Michael's, and frankly I liked the way the flat paintbrush let me slip glue in between the signatures. I did poke around on a couple bookbinding sites to see what kind of glue I should use, and the gist is that although there are better options than this, elmer's glue is perfectly serviceable, and the main downside is it's not archival grade. but I don't need my first bookbinding attempts to last 200 years, that's fine.

the next step is to add the mull. mull is a specific type of fabric – extremely loose-weave linen – and the idea is to paste it down over the spine to essentially hold the tapes and signatures all in place in relation to each other.

but I don't have mull! so I'm using more of the thrift store probably-cotton, because it's thin enough and not really stretchy at all. I'm sure this will be fine too. I painted a layer of glue onto the spine, then left it to dry a bit while I measured and cut the fabric, then painted a generous stripe of glue down the center, where it'll affix onto the spine. then I added a bit more glue to the spine, just to be sure, and pressed the mull into place, rubbing it thoroughly to make sure it's firmly affixed to every signature, with no creases in the fabric or air bubbles beneath it.

honestly I might have overdone it on the glue. I've never done this before, I don't know! I think it's okay, though – I tried not to ever let it become a thick layer, just a slight coating, since the danger of too much glue is that it might crack once dry and weaken the spine.

and now we leave it in the press overnight to dry, and pick up the next step in the morning!

#finx rambles #bookbinding #finx makes stuff #technically this is the second hardcover book I've made #but it's the first I'm making using Approved Techniques™ #instead of watching a handful of half-relevant youtube videos and making up the rest #which was fun! #but did mean that once I was done I didn't know where to go from there #and at the time I couldn't find better resources #(I really wanted better youtube videos! just didn't know how to find them idk) #(it was 2020 I was unwell. as I'm sure we all understand) #but now I have an abundance of good sources #and I'm determined

[luvneymar]

# PRINCESS TREATMENT! — footballers

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballer boyfriend! (part 2!)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealously, light sensuality, sexual themes in messi’s drabble

PARINGS: young!messi x reader, young!christiano, barça!neymar x reader, jude bellingham x reader

NOTE: feel free to change anything about the dress or the jewellery 💕

NEYMAR JUNIOR — credit card!

“Angel, o que você está olhando?” Neymar kissed your forehead before plopping down beside you sliding his hand to your waist. You took a sip from your red wine before answering him “Online Shopping.” [What are you looking at?]

You were currently shopping on Van Cleef & Arpels for the trending Vintage Alhambra set, your friend had showed it & you couldn’t help but take and interest in it.

“Hmm, do you like it?” Neymar asked kissing down your neck till he reached your collarbone, you curl your hand around his head as he nipped at your vanilla scented soft skin. “Yeah it’s beautiful. I prefer it in red though.”

You took another sip of your wine as you placed the last item of the set in the cart inching the total amount above 60,000. You took a deep sigh placing your wine cup onto the coffee table in-front of you.

“Something wrong princess?” Neymar asks slightly concerned with the look on your face, you shook your head slowly tapping the arm-rest of the couch with your nails before pulling his head onto your lap with his hair scratching against your exposed thighs.

“Nothing, I just feel bad spending your money.” You muttered out, not used to living such a lavish lifestyle to this degree & having everything at your fingertips was a constant battle with your impulse control issues.

He sat up slowly looking deeply into your eyes, he had a serious look on his face but all you could see was love and affection seeping from his pores every second he stared into your eyes.

“My love, what does life mean for me if I can’t spend money on the woman I love? My money is your money & your money is your money.” Hearing that shut down any type of insecure thoughts still lingering in your mind.

As your eyes focus’s on his he grabbed the back of your neck moving aside any stray hair and pulled you in for a soft kiss. Neymar smiled into the kiss as he can taste your strawberry chapstick on his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss staring at your boyfriend who just sat in front of you with a cocky look on his face wiping away the saliva from his lips as he later back down hands behind his head your exposed lap.

“Buy anything you’d like love, my money is for you & you only.”

CRISTIANO RONALDO — expensive jewelry!

“Which one would you like beautiful? Pick anything you like.” Cristiano whispered into your ear as you skimmed the different glass boxes filled with 24k+ different types of diamonds, golds & other expensive stones.

He had to practically beg you to go out with him today as you were feeling a little down lately but he knew you’d like what you were looking at. “Relax baby I’ll choose one.” You giggled walking to the other side of the boutique to look at the emerald stones.

You weren’t a big fan of dark swampy colours of greens but something about emerald jewels just caught your eye in a way other gems couldn’t; except diamonds of course. Apart from Cristiano; Diamonds were your 1 true love.

“Excuse me how much is—” Just as you were going to ask the salesman the price of the necklace + earrings set you just found Cris had interrupted you placing his hand over your mouth. “Hi can you grab this for us please? Thank you so much.”

As the jeweller prepared the necklace Ronaldo had pulled you into a secluded area of the store placing a finger over his mouth signalling you to be quiet. “Love, don’t ask for the price when you’re out with me. Ever. If you’re with me just ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Mr. Ronaldo.” You pulled him by the tie for a quick kiss where he wrapped his arms around your waist inching his hand down towards your ass giving it a slight squeeze.

You both pulled away walking back to the salesman with his hand still on your ass who was calling your names. “Mr. Ronaldo, this is a 24 carat, hand crafted, €310,000 necklace. All the diamonds here are—”

“I know you’re just doing your job but I’m sure my girlfriend here doesn’t care about all the statistics. Please box it for her & send me the bill.” Cristiano cut the salesman off once he noticed you weren’t paying 1 bit of attention to the details of the necklace + earring’s history.

“Right away.” The jeweller smiled before walking away to get the actual product out the back to begin packaging it. Once he walked away you turned to Cris and pulled him in for a kiss cupping his face.

Once you both pulled away he wiped away some dust from your face with his thumb while staring into your eyes as if he had been hypnotized by you. “What was that for?”

“You don’t like my kisses anymore?” You questioned pulling him to whisper in his ear, he chuckled lowly rubbing circles on your ass.

“No, not that. You rarely kiss me in public if it isn’t a secluded area.” You looked up at him with your (colour) doe eyes as you watched him swallow nervously loosening his tie.

“Well you just bought me €300,000 diamond necklaces. It’s your reward.” Dragging your finger down his chest & looking up at him with your eyes filled with a look of seduction & affection.

“If spoiling my lover gets me rewards like this you can pick out anything you like in the store. We won’t leave till your satisfied.”

JUDE BELLINGHAM — shoe strap!

“Darling are you finish yet? We have to leave soon.” Jude walks into your shared bedroom & watches you finish the final touches of your make up dress still unzipped and different pairs of heels spread around the room.

“Sorry baby, I was having trouble zipping up my dress then I couldn’t pick between a few heels.” Seeing him walk into the room made you go faster than you already were. Feeling his hands on your shoulders calmed you down.

“Don’t stress, I’ll help you.” He motioned you to sit up from the ottoman, feeling his cold hands against your exposed warm back sent electric waves down your spine giving you goosebumps all over your arms.

As Jude’s hands zipped up your dress you stared him through the mirror watching his every move. Once he was done he spun you around and kissed your forehead placing his on-top of yours.

You both stayed in that position for a while before he pulled away and made his way towards your shared walk-in closet coming back your YSL heels. “Oh not those they’re soooo hard to walk in.”

You complained walking towards the bed to pick up a different pair of shoes. He placed the shoe box beside you taking the pair of Red Bottoms and flinging them somewhere around the room. “You look stunning in them, if your feet start to hurt I’ll carry you. Okay?”

“…Okay” You responded sticking out your foot so Jude could put on the first shoe, you felt like Cinderella when she lost her glass shoe & the prince came to personally return it to her.

“Stand up baby.” Jude helped you stand up from the bed as if you were made of glass holding your waist as he hoisted you up.

Jude bent down to adjust the strap of your heel around your ankle, once he was done he lifted your foot to kiss the side of your ankle before going to the other one.

As he did the same to your left foot he hadn’t notice your phone recording him as he looked back and saw you recording a tiktok through the mirror behind you. “Enjoying showing me off?”

You giggled pulling your foot away once he was done he placed your foot on the ground and stood back up, you placed your phone in your purse and turned around to place it on the bed putting in your lip-gloss & power in your bag.

As you put the rest of your items in your bag you felt Jude’s hands slip around your waist pulling you closer towards his body, you hadn’t thought anything of it until you felt something firm against your ass.

“Is that what I think it is?” You turned around to face him looking into his brown eyes which was filled lust & affection. He took your hand and tried to place it on his hard-on. Just for you to pull away.

“Uh huh, We’re going to this dinner Mr.” You pulled away and walked away towards the hallway with Jude jogging right behind you

“Can we at-least leave halfway?” He asked stopping you by grabbing onto your hand intertwining your fingers with his. “Maybe.”

“God you drive me absolutely insane baby.”

LIONEL MESSI — shopping spree!

“Sweetheart are you done yet?” Leo asked from outside the dressing room where you were currently trying on your 7th dress from the store.

You had asked to spend the day with him & when he decided to go to a shopping centre you knew were going to walk out of their a few thousand dollars poorer.

Lionel loved spending money on you as he saw how happy you looked dressing up for different events you both attended like dates, galas, award shows, games & everything else between the lines.

“Yeah I just need help with the zipper!” You opened the door of the change room and came out a in a tight black dress decorated in gold chains, you fell in-love with the dress the moment you saw lily were it the MET GALA & Leo just had to get it for you.

As you spun looking at yourself in mirror enjoying the dress Leo couldn’t help but stare at you in awe almost dropping all the shopping bags in his hands along with the other dressed over his shoulder. “God you look—”

“Stunning? Sexy? I know. All thanks to you baby. And my parents of course.” You walked towards him pulling him in for a long passionate kiss, you pulled away with a thin line of saliva connecting you two.

You looked around to see if any of the workers were around before pulling him in once again kissing him deeply as you pushed your tongue between his lips. His teammates and friends had always teased him for being pussy whipped & a simp for you.

He had always denied it thinking he was just treating you the way a boyfriend with his status & fame should but whenever you pulled him in for a kiss the way you just did he knew they were right.

“Leo baby you dropped my bags.” You whispered as you pulled away just enough for your lips to not be touching, you pulled away snickering at him before entering the change room once again to try on another dress

“Last one okay baby!” You shouted as you threw the dress over the door onto Leo’s head, he placed the bags and dresses onto the couch he was sitting and sat up sneaking into the change room along with you.

“Leo what are you—!” He slammed the door shut and pulled your body closer towards him, you just took off the previous dress so you were still in your undergarments.

“You cant be in here! What if an employee see you?” You panicked unaware of him unhooking your lacy bra as he kissed your neck hands rubbing down your waist all the way to your hips.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fast.” He whispered pulling off your bra covering your breasts with his hands as he stared at you in the mirror. “You’re too much!” You laughed turning around to face your boyfriend.

The moment you turned around he spun you back around so you could see yourself in the mirror. “You can milk me of every penny I own I don’t care, please just let me fuck you right now. I need it so badly you don’t even know.”

NOTE: i’m so sorry my tumblr is acting up rn idk if it’s showing on the tags or anything hopefully it’ll fix itself in a few! 🤍

#neymar! 🫶 #neymar x reader #ronaldo x reader #messi x reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #messi oneshot #jude bellingham #lionel messi #christiano ronaldo #jude bellingham one shot #neymar fluff #neymar jr #neymar one shot #football smut #neymar domestic #ney #neymar smut #enemies to lovers #paris saint germain

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Catching Up 💍 (Ominis x F!MC Arranged Marriage)

This was a fic request by my darling friend @myrachondria ! Hope you enjoy it baby girl! ❤️

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+ || Characters are over 18 || loss of v || oral || p in v || fingering || a very brief description of a noncon kiss that quickly becomes consensual! ||

Catching Up - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC Arranged Marriage || 3k words

Ominis Gaunt was never grateful to be born blind, but he did take advantage of his disability in this moment, as his cold, shaky hands took hold of his bride’s hands. He was glad he didn’t have to look her in the eyes as he listened to the officiant speak about how beautiful marriage was. The irony of this moment wasn’t lost on Ominis, as there was a time where he actually dreamt of this moment; but Ominis hadn’t had this dream in years. 

Ominis’s bride; however, was born with sight, and thus tried her best to look at anything other than the man standing in front of her. She cursed the gods for playing this cruel joke on her - making her dreams come true, three years after she had given up on them altogether.

What once was a beautiful friendship that danced on the cusp of romance, was now a faded memory shared between two enemies.

They had been best friends since childhood, their wealthy families being very close. Although they were in different friend groups while at school, they still found time for each other. Eventually, they both found themselves fancying one another, these feelings reaching their peak in fifth year. 

Fifth year was going to be different, she had told herself. Fifth year was going to be the year she confessed her feelings for Ominis. Unbeknownst to her, Ominis was also hyping himself up to confess his own feelings, his friend Sebastian encouraging it. 

But those confessions never came. They were doomed the moment the new fifth year showed up. The dissolvement of the friendship started with Ominis beginning to overreact and lash out at the slightest inconvenience. When she pressed Ominis about this, he always claimed to be on edge because of Sebastian, but never went into details as to why Sebastian had upset him. This was out of the ordinary for Ominis, since he had always been one to tell his best friend everything. This unusual behavior eventually morphed into Ominis ignoring his best friend all together, as well as her constantly stumbling into the boys in the middle of a screaming match in the Undercroft. 

Despite the growing distance between them, she was still hopeful a confession of her feelings would turn their situation around. It was the evening of Valentine’s Day, and she was on her way to the Undercroft. She was hoping to surprise the boy, a heart-shaped box full of his favorite sweets in her hand. Her hope was immediately destroyed when she found Ominis and the new fifth year standing in front of the door to The Undercroft, warped in an embrace. 

“What is the meaning of this?” She shouted, which caused Ominis and the new student to pull away from each other. She could see that Ominis’s eyes seemed wet, but paid no mind to this.  

“No wonder you’ve been so distant, Ominis, you’ve been too busy cozying up to the new girl!” She wanted to say more, but she stopped herself as she felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She threw the box of sweets on the floor as she left, ignoring the cries of “Wait, I can explain”, “We’re just friends” and “I love you”.

Ominis spent the remainder of the school year trying to make amends, but to no avail. The summer break brought with it various letters from Ominis, none of which the girl responded to, and only one of which she opened. In a sloppy script written by an enchanted quill, the first words on the parchment were “I’m sorry”. She refused to read any further, because there was nothing Ominis could say. The damage was done. 

With sixth year came more aggressive attempts at contact, with Ominis frequently leaving her gifts in front of her room - bouquets of red roses, sweets, jewelry - all of which she’d refuse.

Their seventh and final year brought complete silence. Ominis had finally accepted that he lost the girl he loved. Graduation came and went, and they both worked to forget the love they once had for each other. 

Their commitment to forgetting was interrupted one day, shortly after the girl’s 18th birthday, when she was dragged to the Gaunt home by her parents, where they and Ominis’s parents informed the former friends that they were to be married. No amount of protest changed their parents’s minds. And now here they were, being forced to spend the rest of their lives together in a loveless marriage. 

The bride was ripped out of her thoughts when the officiant spoke directly to her, asking her the question she dreaded answering. 

“I do.” she said through gritted teeth as her eyes bore into Ominis. She knew he couldn’t see her, but she hoped he could feel the anger in her stare.

“I do.” Ominis muttered when asked the same question. He swore he could feel her eyes digging into him as he said it. 

With the declaration that they were now wed, Ominis hesitantly cupped his new wife’s face in his hands, bringing their lips together in a kiss, an expectation they were required to fulfill. Her mind short-circuited as Ominis kissed her. She used to spend so much time dreaming of their first kiss, and despite how much she hated him, this moment was better than she ever dreamed. Ominis too found himself lost in the way their lips moved against each other. As she felt Ominis begin to pull away, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him back in. They savored each other’s lips for another few seconds before they both pulled away, fearful that this would unearth feelings they worked so hard to bury.

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As Ominis sat down to dinner, his new wife right beside him, he couldn’t help the audible sigh he let out, though he hoped their guests were too intoxicated to notice. He hadn’t had a moment to process his feelings since their nuptials. Neither of them had, as the couple was immediately forced to pretend they were happy and in love in front of their families.   

But despite the truth of their predicament, Ominis couldn’t help but linger on their kiss. While everything about this day was completely fake, the kiss felt real. Ominis felt conflicted, wanting it to have been real desperately, while also not wanting to resurrect those old feelings. Next to him, his wife was grappling with the same conflicting feelings. She longed to feel Ominis’s lips again, preferably on more than just her own lips. Forcing herself to remember the hurt Ominis put her through, she pushed the thought out of her mind.

–

As Gaunt manor emptied out and the evening came to a close, she was once again met with the same conflicting feelings. She knew that after the wedding day came the wedding night, and she knew what was expected of her. Part of her was repulsed by the idea, angry at the expectation that she was supposed to just lay back and let him strip her of her innocence. But the more she thought of the act, the more she desired it. Her mind betrayed her as it produced lewd images of what his body might look like and how he’d feel inside of her.

“My dear. It’s nearly and we’ve had a long day. We should get to bed.” came the soft voice of her husband from beside her as he held his hand out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

She began to walk ahead of Ominis, refusing his hand and ignoring the inappropriate thoughts that still danced in her mind. They found their bedroom on the other side of the manor, both of their hearts racing as Ominis locked the door behind them.

Several minutes of painful silence passed as Ominis stood awkwardly by the door, eyes directed towards the floor, while his wife stood by the bed. Her eyes took in the sight of the bed - canopied and king-sized with emerald green satin bed sheets and red rose petals haphazardly sprinkled on top. She let out a sigh before she began to undress, removing her shoes, followed by her veil, and then moving towards the buttons of her dress. 

“Are you undressing?” Ominis asked, his tone laced with nervousness.

“Well I have to, don’t I!? How else are we supposed to consummate this ridiculous marriage if I don’t!? You should do the same, so we can just get this over with!”

“You don’t have to.” Ominis spoke softly, his heart stinging at the harshness of her words. Despite how distant they had gotten over the years, Ominis had always hoped that maybe, just maybe she still felt something for him. Her words were a cruel reminder that she did not. “We don’t have to do this. I would never force you to do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The words felt like a knife through her chest. The restraint she had maintained all this time had finally been broken. 

“You don’t want to hurt me!?” she scoffed. “Oh darling, you already have hurt me! You hurt me the day you replaced me with that new girl! Shame you didn’t marry her instead!”

She watched as Ominis’s expression changed from sadness to anger. He began to yell, something she had heard him do to Sebastian before, but never her.

“I NEVER loved her! It was you who I loved! It was always you! She never loved me either! She loved Sebastian! The reason we spent so much time together was because she was helping me deal with Sebastian. You have no idea what he was like in fifth year! He did terrible things! I was losing my second closest friend and it was unbearable!”

She stared at Ominis, and dumbfounded expression on her face as she absorbed his words. He loved her. He wasn’t in love with that new girl. He was distant and cold because of Sebastian. She had heard rumors in her sixth and seventh year that Sebastian may have had something to do with his uncle’s death, possibly being the one who committed the act. But she never knew for sure. Now everything made sense.

“I…I had no idea…” was all she could muster as her eyes went to the floor. A feeling of guilt rose up her throat like vomit. 

“Of course you had no idea! You never let me explain myself!” Ominis shouted. 

Her cheeks were wet from the tears that were running down her face. She struggled to form a sentence. “I..I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

A soft sigh made her pick her eyes up from the floor. Ominis’s face had softened into a solemn expression, and his eyes were starting to water. 

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t open up to you the way I should have. I was just scared to involve you in Sebastian’s issues. I didn’t want him to hurt you as well. I couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt, but in doing so I hurt you anyway. I didn’t mean to push you away, I just didn’t know what else to do.” 

Ominis let out a soft gasp as he felt his body be pulled against hers as her arms wrapped around his neck. She was hugging him. The most physical touch they had in years. Ominis couldn’t control the movement of his arms as they wrapped around her waist.. They held each other for several minutes, too engrossed in the feeling of each other to want to let go. All of the feelings they had locked away began to flood back to them.

“I love you.” He whispered against her neck. “I loved you in fifth year. I still loved you when you shut me out, and I love you now. It’s okay if you don’t love me, I don’t deserve it, but now that we’re married, I hope you’ll give me a chance to at least make this marriage bearable for you. I promise I-...”

Ominis was unable to finish his sentence as he felt her lips press against his. He kissed her back, with much more fervor than he had earlier. With his hands still on her waist, his fingers grazed the buttons of her dress, fighting the urge to undo them. The fight was short lived however, when his new wife’s hands moved to his chest as she began undoing his tie, followed by the buttons on his shirt. 

Ominis felt like he couldn’t breathe as his hands came back to her waist, now completely bare. He followed her lead as she walked backwards towards the bed, leaning back on to it and pulling him with her so that he was above her. Ominis brought his lips down, landing on her collarbone instead of her neck. He didn’t mind the error, eager to kiss every inch of her body. His lips lingered on her collarbone for a moment before he brought them upwards. He sucked and nipped the skin on her neck, hoping that he was leaving a mark, before bringing his mouth back to her collarbone, and then down her chest to her breasts. His hand cupped one breast as his mouth latched on to the other, his fingers and tongue playing with her nipples simultaneously. Her soft moans serving as an approval of his actions. He switched positions of his mouth and hand, making sure both of her breasts received the love they deserved, before continuing his exploration, his lips moving down her stomach creating a trail of kisses as her hips slowly bucked upwards. 

Ominis continued downward, pausing just above her center. He could hear her breathing speed up, the sound making his cock leak with need. He took a deep breath before bringing his mouth down, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking.

The sounds that fell from her lips were heavenly, making Ominis grateful he wasn’t missing his sense of hearing instead. Eager to draw out more heavenly sounds from her, Ominis continued, his lips and tongue sucking and licking her clit as his index finger slipped easily inside of her. After a few pumps of his finger in and out of her, he added a second finger. When her legs came up to rest on his back and her fingers came down into Ominis’s hair, he knew she was close, and he took this as a sign that he should work her harder, which he did willingly, resulting in several more desperate cries from his beautiful wife. 

With one final moan of his name, she reached her climax. Ominis took another moment to be grateful he wasn’t missing his sense of taste either as his tongue lapped up every drop she gave him. He moaned against her as he tasted her, and wanted to taste her forever. 

When he had finished, Ominis’s lips moved back up her body, leaving a path of wet kisses until he reached her mouth. He kissed her passionately as his painfully hard cock bumped against her. She sat up slightly, reaching a hand between their bodies to gently squeeze his cock and rub his tip against her entrance, a desperate moan falling from her lips as she did so. His hand replaced hers as he pushed his tip against her wet entrance. He waited for her confirmation before proceeding, which came in the form of a simple sentence. 

“I love you, Ominis.”

He slid inside of her, slowly, but deeply, not stopping until his hips were flush with hers. Ominis took a moment to let both her and himself adjust to the new feeling, asking if she was okay before he continued. When she gave him a breathless yes, he slowly pulled himself almost entirely out of her before he pushed back in, just as deeply as the first time, but with a bit more force. 

“Does it hurt? Please tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.” He whispered. 

“No. It doesn’t hurt. I promise. Please keep going.” she moaned. 

Ominis, eager to please his new wife, did exactly what she asked. What started off as slow movements quickly became hard and fast thrusts into her, a symphony of moans from both of their lips bouncing off the bedroom walls. Her second climax came quickly with another whimper of Ominis’s name. Feeling her release around his cock rapidly pushed Ominis towards the edge, with him falling off completely a few moments later. Ominis let out a desperate cry of her name as he fell off the edge, stopping his movements and spilling his release into her. 

As his cock throbbed within her, he reflected on how grateful he was to be married to the beautiful woman beneath him. The girl he loved, that he was convinced he had lost, was now his, body and soul. This marriage wasn’t going to be an unhappy one, as he had feared. It wasn’t going to be a marriage forced into existence by his family. Although this marriage had been arranged by their parents, this was going to be a marriage that would be full of love and respect. Ominis made a vow to himself to never hurt her again, and to love her until his last breath.

Once Ominis had come down from his high, he gently pulled himself out of her, collapsing on the bed next to her. After several minutes of laying next to each other in pure bliss, the newlyweds cuddled under a blanket, their limbs intertwined. Ominis’s wife ran her hand down her husband’s cheek before speaking. 

“I can’t believe we’ve been given a second chance, but I’m so grateful for it, and I won’t waste any second of our time together. I promise to love you with every piece of me, for the rest of my life. I love you, my darling husband.” The word “husband” felt different on her tongue. Earlier she dreaded the word, but now, she couldn’t wait to use it every chance she got.

Ominis smiled as his hand held her hand, still stroking his cheek. “I love you too, my darling wife. Now, we should get some sleep. After all, we need to be up early tomorrow.”

“We do? What for?” 

Ominis chuckled. “We missed out on quite a bit of time together my dear, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

She planted one last kiss on his lips before she rested her head on his chest, the lovers quickly falling asleep. 

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#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt smut

[fvllingflower]

Can You Love Me?

pairing: idol!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: fluff, and smut

warning: engagement, mental health, boob play/sucking, hickeys, fingering, praise (f receiving), unprotected sex (actually be protected) aftercare

song recommendation: can you love me by chanmina

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For a couple of weeks you've been very stressed with work. Wonwoo tried his best to comfort you but you ended up snapping at him. He knew of course you didn't mean to, you were just stressed. He suggested you take a sick day and rest and that he'll join you. After enough convincing you finally agreed.

Your day off, you woke up at 11:00am, that's the latest you've ever slept since working. You looked to your side and saw the bed empty. You got out of bed and walked into the living room to find Wonwoo on the couch. You sat down next to him and rested your head on his shoulder

"Morning sleepy head," He smiled as he pecked your cheek.

"Mhm morning," You groaned. He always found you cute when you woke up. Scrunched eyes, pouted lips, only wearing some underwear and one of his oversized shirts. God he loved you!

You threw your legs over his thighs and and buried yourself in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your pouted lips.

"I love you," He whispered. You hummed.

"I love you too," You eyes shut again which made him chuckle.

He ended up ordering you both some take out because he just wanted you to rest and not worry about cooking or anything like that. Once he exchanged the money for the food he went into the living room and sat down next to you. He started empty the take out bag and setting the food on the coffee table. You both got on the floor and started eating like poor college kids. Every once and a while you two would feed eat other and just share each other's food. As he was cleaning up the empty food containers, he got a text on his phone from the jeweler. He threw everything away and he grabbed the car keys.

"Baby the guys need me for something but I promise I'll be home as soon as possible," He lied.

"Okay honey, I love you," You got up to kiss him goodbye.

"I love you too," He smiled and put his shoes on.

You were still quite tired so you decided to take a nap on the couch until Wonwoo comes back. Little did you know Wonwoo was setting something up in the bedroom as you slept. But when you woke up you thought he just came home. You got up and walked to the front door to see Wonwoo. He smiled and kissed you softly.

"Do you wanna have a movie night in the living room like old times?" He asked as he took his shoes off.

"Yeah sure," You smiled. You grabbed blankets for the couch and got some snacks. He changed into some comfortable clothes and joined you on the couch. You two cuddled up and started watching a new rom-com movie. When the movie ended he got up to go use the bathroom. In reality he was setting the bedroom up to propose. He hung up every Polaroid photo of you two together, he lit some candles, dimmed the lights, and a vase of flowers by the bed.

"Baby will you come here?" He asked and you got up and walked into the bedroom. You were confused by the scenery.

"I have spent 1874 days with you, and I have enjoyed every second of it! I love you so much, I cannot express it enough!" He smiled. He got down on one knee and opened a velvet box to reveal a gorgeous ring that had the birth stone of the month you two met.

"Y/F/N will you marry me?" He asked. Tears slowly started falling down your face. You got to his level and hugged and kissed him.

"Yes Wonwoo, yes!" You cried. He kissed you all over your face while smiling. He grabbed your left hand and slide the ring on your ring finger. He stood up, and picked you up, hugging you tightly. Your legs quickly wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held your waist as he continued to kiss you endlessly. He sat down on the bed with you in his lap and he wiped your tears.

"I love you so much," You smiled as tears continued to fall. He kissed your tears and hugged you.

"I love you more," He whispered.

"I'm so lucky to have you! You're the best lover and friend I could ask for, I'm so lucky that I met you seven years ago!" You ranted. He kissed your lips again and smiled at you.

"I'm sorry it wasn't the most romantic thing, but I just couldn't wait any longer to ask you," He muttered.

"It's okay, this is romantic, we had a movie night like when we first started dating, you gave me a beautiful speech, the Polaroids, the ring, everything was perfect baby," You cupped his face while smiling wide.

"I rather have something simple with someone I'm madly in love with than something big with someone who I'm not that in love with," You added.

"God I really chose the perfect person to marry," He flipped you onto the bed and started kissing your lips. His kisses fell down your jawline, and neck. His hands went under your oversized shirt and started touching your bare skin. You sat up in the bed on your knees as you molded your lips with his. You ended up grabbing your shirt and pulling it off. He just stared at your chest and smiled. He kissed your sternum and press kisses all over your tits before taking one into his mouth and sucking away. His hand was massaging the other mound. He looked up at you as his bit down on your nipple.

"Oh fuck," You cried out. He switch his hand with his mouth on your other boob. Continuing his process of making out with your tits. He pressed kisses down your abdomen and leaving a hickey that'd be visible if you wore a crop top. He pulled away and pulled his shirt off. He made you lay back down on the bed and you lifted your hips as he took your panties off. Once you were completely stripped, he stood there and admired you.

"My pretty fiancée," He smiled. He got between your legs and pressed kisses against your inner thighs and down to your knee.

"Wonwoo," You softly mewl. He looks up at you and smiled, he got eye level with you and kissed your lips softly.

"What is it baby?" He asked with a caring look. You took his hand and led it down to your cunt. He hummed. He started rubbing circles on your clit, making you jolt up.

"This what you want?' He asked with a smirk. The rubs got rougher within seconds.

"Oh Wonwoo," You whined. Without warning he inserted two fingers into your cunt. He was pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rapid speed. You were gripping the bedsheets and Wonwoo was enjoying this sight of you. A few pumps later and you creamed all over his fingers. He sucked his fingers up before kissing you passionately. He got off of the bed and stripped his pants and underwear off. He climbed over you, lined himself and pushed into you. You reached for his arm as you moaned at the sudden stretch. He was peppering your face with kisses as you adjusted to his size.

With how busy you've been with work, you never had time for you and him. He's tried to convince you to take a break so you two can have intercourse but you always went off on him, he knew it was out of stress and so he was happy he finally convinced you to stay home.

He started moving his hips, thrusting back and forth into your hole. He was enjoying this beautiful sight of you: your head was thrown back, your mouth was gapped open, your breasts were bouncing in rhythm, pleasure was falling from your throat, your cunt dripping in arousal, legs spread wide, your hands held over your head, he loved everything.

"Aah!"

"Ahh!"

"Fuck!"

"Wonwoo!"

God it's been so long since you were filled up by his dick. So long since you've moaned so loud. So long without pleasure. So long without him. He knew your body like his favorite book, or his favorite movie, or his favorite song. He knew every inch of you, he knew what area made you whine, what area looked the prettiest with his marks, what area makes you almost scream in pleasure. He knows how to hit every right spot, if he wanted he could fuck you multiple times knowing all your pressure points.

He hit your g-spot over and over again until you hit your climax. That didn't stop him though, he continued thrusting into you like his life was on the line. He continued to hit your g-spot, making your moans sound almost like screams. He made sure by the end of fucking your dumb, that you could see stars and could only say his name. After many orgasms from you, he finally hit his climax and filled you up to the brim. He could tell you were out of it, he laid down next to you and cuddled you.

"I love you my beautiful baby," He whispered and kissed your cheek. He got up and cleaned you up. You finally snapped out of your haze and saw you were in the bath tub with Wonwoo behind you. You turned your head and looked at him. He smiled and kissed you softly. You two got out of the tub and he helped dry you off, and he handed you some clothes to change into. You both got into bed and you were quick to scoot your body close to his, leaving no room. You rested your head on his chest, and your leg on top of his. He had an arm under you and the other hand holding your left hand to look at the ring.

"I love you Wonwoo," You whispered.

"I love you too Y/N," He looked at you and smiled.

#jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo thots #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader

[lostuntothisworld]

Okay so I think it's time for another spaghetti theory:

Lilamoth isn't collecting moms. She's collecting sisters (or siblings)

Let me explain my thought process here. So a big complaint the fandom has is that we don't have a proper rogue gallery for villains. It's just the butterfly, and nothing else. It worked for early seasons, but things might be getting stale for some folks.

Enter new characters connected to Lilamoth somehow.

So she has 3 moms so far (that we know about.) All but one have something in common: dark hair and blue eyes.

From left to right we have Mrs. Rossi (red), Mrs. Bianca (white), and her third mother who is deaf could possibly be Mrs. Verdi (green).

Then we have this fourth lady that we see Lilamoth watching on her phone in the season 5 finale. I would NOT be surprised if Odille is going to be her 4th mom. Dark hair and blue eyes, and she is also disabled, just like her third mom.

(And I would not be surprised if we find out her surname is Nero (black), or Viola (violet). More on that aspect of this crack theory in a bit...)

Anyway, back to the concept of a rogues gallery. In the finale we see Lila in a disguise that 's VERY reminiscent of one of her moms:

Certainly she can't expect to disguise herself as a woman in her 30's-40's, and especially not with glasses and bangs. But she can pass reasonably as a teenage girl with a dark bob and glasses. You know, a sister.

So we know a certain main character whose name is in the title and wears red with black polkadots has dark hair and blue eyes. We don't know Lilamoth's motivations and and end goal, but we can surmise that she wants to take the place of Marinette.

(And I KNOW I've seen at least one other person theorize this, and I cannot find the post(s) so if you can find it please let me know so I can link it here!)

The pictures we see is one of Marinette with her classmates on the Liberty where Zoe is accepted in the friend group, Marinette with her parents, 3 pictures of Marinette with Kagami, and one picture of Marinette with Luka.

It's interesting to note that there isn't a picture of Marinette and Adrien together shown to the audience. You'd think they'd emphasize that, but no, it's mostly Kagami. I know it's because it's because the episode focuses on Kagami, but still. Other than her, it's just Marinette's parents, Zoe and Luka (Luka! Marinette's ex!) showcased in the closeup screenshot.

I got sidetracked! Anyway, I think other than similar coloring (and color-themed surnames haha) Lilamoth is trying to find other teenagers who are willing to join forces with her. She probably will get her hands on some Miraculous for them, somehow. But I don't think the new jewels will be from the Chinese box.

Here's where things start REALLY going off the rails with this theory:

All of Lilamoth's rogue gallery of villains are her adopted sisters (or siblings) and they are all Luka's exes. He's got a type for Italians with dark hair and blue eyes...

Going back to the surnames, all the surnames have something in common: they share the colors of all of Adrien's various transformations over the course of the series so far:

Rossi: Mister Bug

Bianca: Chat Blanc

Verdi: Aspik

We're just missing Chat Noir (could possibly will be the surname Nero, as it's Italian)

and Ephemeral (it's interesting to note that the surname Lee in Chinese can mean plum, which of course, is purple)

So naturally, my crack theory circles back to Lukadrien is endgame.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

{{{{{{Edit as of April 3, 2024.}}}}}

I will NOT be surprised if this girl with black hair in an extremely recognizable style is a disguise of another sister.

Is Lilamoth collecting blackmail to manipulate them later? She's very obviously walking disguised in areas where there would be lots of cameras (The inside of the Agreste mansion, and the hotel).

(Edit as of April 27, 2024!)

Now we know the synopsis of the London Special, I believe the disguises are to hide Lilamoth's tracks because she knows Maribug's identity. Bonus points if these girls were previous Ladybugs in past time lines that Lilamoth stole the identities of...

[[[Edit: May 4, 2024]]]

I think I found the names of the previous Ladybugs: Marina, Shone, and Mio. (Please enjoy a silly extremely rough draft of where I'd personally go with the show)

As for the rest of the spray paint on the walls, this mural is an actual feature of the Paris Catacombs:

And while I think that most of the other tags on the wall are functionally meaningless and just there for ambiance, I do find the 777-777 tag to be of note. 7 Ladybugs till Lilamoth's goal? What's the deal with the arrows and the floating away 3 7's? Are 3 already "gone"??? Fascinating stuff! My mind is reeling!

[Edit for May 6, 2024]

Possibly figured out the source of the lightning in the season 5 finale. For whatever reason it's not showing up in the tags lmfao tungle is a functional website

#not gonna be surprised if one of Luka's exes is that Adam guy from the noncanon comics that have access to early plot points #he was akumatized with time manipulation powers and was defeated with a hand mirror #naturally I gotta point out the obvious: Viperion and Second Chance and Kagami means mirror #there's no way one of Luka's at least 4 exes isn't a dude #Someone ask me about the band Luka's exes form in dedication to Ladybug and how that ties back to Luka being Bob Roth's newest rockstar #miraculous ladybug #lila rossi #cerise bianca #iris verdi #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #cat noir #chat noir #luka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #miraculous ladybug theory #lukadrien #marigami #yeah marigami is endgame too #ml theory #miraculous ladybug season 6 #ladybug season 6 #miraculous world london #chronobug and the ghosts of the past

[hunieday]

Yuki - La'Stiara Rabbit Chat translation

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo

Yuki: 🕺 I saw this emoji and it reminded me of your sleeping posture back when we used to live together 

Momo: !?!? lolololololol

Momo: What the hell this is so embarrassing!! 😂 was I really like this 😂 lololol 

By the way, since you’re sending me such a mischievous rabbichat, you must be free right now!!!!

Yuki: you get it?

Momo: I get it!!! 

The thought of Yuki scrolling through emojis and thinking of me makes my heart race 🥺🥺

Momo: Is it break time over at 'La’Stiara'?

Yuki: Yeah. It's boring without you

Momo: Oh, youuuu~~~ darling ‼ I'm off today, so I’m free as well!

What do you wanna talk about? Let’s take a quiz!

Momo: Is what I would say, but sorry if it sounds childish 😭

Yuki: I’d like to take a quiz

Momo: That's right! That’s the best way to play for someone as handsome as you!!! Alright, here we go!!

Momo: What do I want right now? 😎✨

Yuki: A necklace for everyday wear

Momo: Ding-ding ding-ding 🤩💫

You hit the jackpot! Yuki knows me well, you’re the most handsome...!! (*´艸｀)

You shine brighter than any jewel!!

Yuki: That's right ^^

Momo: 

Yuki: The other day you sent me a bunch of URLS for necklaces and asked which one looks good

Momo: Hey how do you remember that lololol

Momo: I thought you forgot because you said any of them would look good 🥺

Yuki: That’s because I genuinely thought any of them would look good on you. It wasn’t that I was disinterested or anything

Momo: 

Momo: I am going to buy all of them.

Yuki: Haha

Yuki: Here's a question

Momo: Bring it on lol

Yuki: What’s the first thing I ate in yesterday’s lunch bento box?

Momo: you always come up with tough questions, yuki 😳‼ 

Momo: But you know what? I got this one in the bag! The answer is "the Broccoli with Bonito Flakes" that came as a side dish!

Yuki: Correct. You got it right

Momo: Yesterday's lunch was from your favorite restaurant! I know you always eat the broccoli first :pudding cheer:

Yuki: Boiling it to perfection makes it delicious

Yuki: You can see through everything Momo. I can't lie to you

Yuki: From sleeping habits to even food preferences, we know everything about each other don’t we

Momo: 

Momo: I never thought I'd be so close to you to the point where I’d know everything about you!

Momo: At first I was content with listening to your music from the audience, and then I was content with helping you out and being as useful as possible

Momo: I've become quite greedy...

Momo: Juuust kidding 🥴 sorry for getting sentimental all of a sudden 🤗‼ good luck with the 'La’Stiara' shoot ‼

Yuki: I'm the greedy one

Yuki: Momo, when you told me you liked my songs, you reminded me of the joy of making music and the purpose of my life

Yuki: I want to continue making music with you forever

Momo: Yuki

Momo: Yukiiiiiiiiiiii,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yuki: Yes?

Momo: You’re so handsome,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yuki: I know.

Momo: Is it really my day off today? am I supposed to be normal after being bombarded with your powerful words??? I can't calm down you know???

Yuki: Momo, what are your plans for today?

Momo: Absolutely nothing!!!

Yuki: I think I’m gonna finish work early today as well

Momo: w   which means...!!???? 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Yuki: I'm inviting you to dinner.

Momo: I'm coming!!! I am SO coming!!! Is it okay if I come to your place!?

Yuki: Mhm. I'll buy delicious meat on my way home.Just like that day

Momo: I can’t

Momo: This is not good, Yuki… I might burst into tears if I see your face today

Yuki: If they’re tears of joy then I’m fine with it

Momo: How in the world can I be anything but happy!!! 

Back then, our house was so small but was so full of hope

Momo: Now we live in a big house, but we haven't changed at all

Yuki: That's right. We are sharing the music we make together with the world as idols

Yuki: Always, and forever, nothing will ever change.

Momo: Thank you, Yuki. Those words bring me so much relief, they’re like a good luck charm for me. I feel like I can do anything.

Momo: I’ll be waiting for you to finish your shoot!!

Yuki:

TL NOTES:

Yuki says "just like that day" in reference to a re:member scene where he uses money he gets from Chiba Shizuo during their debut days to buy Momo expensive meat. Yuki cries from happiness on his way home, which is why he tells Momo he's fine with tears of joys.

My god they make me so violent /pos

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #re:vale #orikasa yukito #sunohara momose #rabbit chat #id7 #la stiara #rabbitchat

[mammon-s]

Hiii- so I’m clumsy as fuck ‘n hit delete 😭 instead of post on the ask you sent me about hanging out with Levi and randomly asking him if you should get your nipples pierced- ‘n I figured I’d come put my rambling answer in your ask box helpshsksh- feel free to ignore this

Levi’s face would be bright fuckin’ red- and he can’t even meet your eyes (which means he’s still looking at your boobs-) stuttering out “Wha?!? W-why are you asking me???” you just shrug, “Well you’re always staring at my boobs, so I thought you might like the idea…” and slowly your voice trails off as you watch Levi nods so hard and fast it almost looks painful-

“I do!!! I mean- I don’t know why MY opinion matters b-but I really do love- like!! Like the idea!!!” fuck he’s cute when he’s excited-

somehow Levi blushes even more when you laugh, before asking him “Soooo what kind of jewelry do you think I should get? You’ll be the one looking at them after all.” he can tell your teasing- but it still works and now he’s imagining what you’d look like with hoops, bars or maybe some customized jewelry???-

you’ll have to snap him back to reality or Levi will just sit there zoned out still staring at your boobs-

‘n I wanted to say hiiii V!! We are mutuals ‘n I love the asks / brainrot you send me <3

It’s all good lol! I always love your responses/ideas!!

Why is it so fun to make Levi flustered like I want to absolutely short circuit him all the time pfiffifjjffk

It would be so much fun to get them pierced then get jewelry that’s customized to him like ones with little orange or blue jewels on the ends, or like gamer themed jewelry if they have that. It would make him so flustered and cute id totally do that for him

(the other brothers too tbh bc like having gold Ms or something for Mammon would make him so flustered too or little pink hearts for Asmo would make him so happy)

#HES SI BABY GIRL #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #obey me suggestive #obey me leviathan #obey me levi

[fallingtowers]

on the planet of serpent cults, where heat lightning always flickers on the far horizon, the queen of swords roams.

a thief, a reaver, a slayer: she is all these things and more. she embraces danger like a lover, and makes a fool of fate. she knows the five secret ways into the cursed temple, where one false move means death. she does battle with skeleton warriors while the stormclouds gather and the rising wind whips the tresses of her hair, which is black as grief or bright as gold—whatever works best for you.

1929, 1932, 1939—the year of publication is irrelevant; the queen of swords is always in her prime, and never grows old or infirm. if she dies, she will die by the sword, and that will never happen as long as she has an audience, and on the planet of jungles and ziggurats the golden age of pulps never ends. she is often wounded, but there is always a hut with dried herbs hanging from the rafters and a kindhearted peasant daughter to nurse her back to health, until the wound is just another scar.

she has so many scars.

she wears a bikini of bronze scales, which is the expected outfit for a woman in her line of work, but she would have worn it even if it wasn't, because she enjoys showing off. her body is muscular and sword-marked. her girlbulge is considerable. her pupils are dilated and her teeth stained red from chewing a root she got in the silver city, where every building is a generations-old repurposed spacecraft, and all the inhabitants are telepathic, and drugs grow freely in every garden. the root improves her reflexes as well as having an aphrodisiac effect, which is a useful combination on the planet of tombs and warlords, where lascivious sorceresses lurk behind every corner.

(when she was just a boy, her entire village was put to the sword. now she scatters deathblows the way a sower scatters seeds, and plumes of blood sprout in her wake. there is nothing wrong or unhealthy about this. it's the natural order of things, on the planet of conquest and savagery.)

the queen of swords, who dances on the razor's edge, who flouts the laws of men and gods! the horse she rides is always rearing; she is always backlit by lightning; her cloak snaps in the boreal gale. vallejo, frazetta, norem—everyone who is anyone has painted her. her name is whispered in the city of knives, where thieves hide in every cellar and hounds of bone and black smoke stalk the roofs, and in the city of sails, and in the city of broken idols. they speak of her even in the city of jeweled thrones, the greatest of all the cities of men, where sleep martyrs take stimulants that keep them awake until it kills them, and sarong-clad princesses burn for her touch.

though she has visited a thousand cities, she has no home. though she has taken a thousand lovers, she has never married. she lies awake late into the night, turning her melancholies this way and that like puzzle boxes.

on the planet of dust storms and pterosaurs, where every swamp teems with lizard-men and eight-foot-tall arthropodal reavers from beyond the stars descend in dropships made of steel and crystallized honeydew, there is always another adventure. but afterwards, in the silence after the clash of steel, she leaves empty-handed. the jewels slip between her fingers, and when her latest woman asks her to stay, of course she cannot accept. there is always another adventure, another forgotten dungeon or distant beckoning city, and as long as she has an audience, the queen of swords must roam.

yes, hers is a lonely life, but look, look: as she trudges through the violet sands of the southern wastes, drops of rain begin to fall, fat and blood-warm, stirring the hot dust—and the desert blooms around her.

#my writing #hither came conan

[snappysprinkledog]

Yall wouldn't believe the number of men I've assigned to 'could talk to at a party but never a close friend' over the realisation they're not viewing me as a person but rather as a Girl

#ah i see you dont view me as a person but some monolithic other #'friendly acquaintance at best' zoned #tbh its not even that theyre rude about it #and some guys are just barking up a tree theyve been told is progressive and i got more time for them #like the ones who are all 'women are precious jewels' which is nice until its used as a way to limit our freedom #cause thats used to justify the requirement of the patriarchy to 'protect' women #but some do mean well so i got more time and hope for them #theyre open for learning that girls are infact just another human with a different gender #that weve for some reason decided to hate and box and quantify and mysticise the existence of #is this feminist? #yeah fuck it #feminism #cause honestly where has being viewed as a precious commodity got us #the spoiler is that when in even more patriarchal societies where misogyny is more rampant women are still compared to precious things #and still seen as a commodity or a 2nd class being or smth to be hidden and constricted from the world #where the men have their freedom #but the women who complain are told theyre wrong because dont they see they have to not be allowed freedom as theyre too precious #like babes youre being manipulated #hes putting you on a throne while tying a chain to your leg #this is all cynical but yeah you get me #im a person and i want to be viewed as one

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

🗡️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Thirteen

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Injuries, Wound Care.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.1k

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You had your arms crossed and a slightly agitated look upon your face as Shanks and the men headed off to do their next ‘pirate thing’. Of course you weren’t allowed to go, they all said they didn’t want you to be exposed to their pirating… but that didn’t mean you were happy about being left behind. That left you playing with the ruby necklace hanging around your neck. A ruby necklace you had begrudgingly accepted on the last island you had stopped at. Shanks hadn’t let you refuse the necklace, he’d been quite adamant about it…

“Did you not hear me?” You questioned the grinning man who was currently in the process of looking over a selection of jewelry encrusted with rubies. “I said no Shanks!”

“Pardon me, my hearing isn’t what it used to be,” Shanks spoke, ignoring your remark as he addressed the jeweler. “Do you have any triple A rubies on this island?”

“Certainly!” The jeweler replied, reaching beneath his stall and pulling out a stack of boxes. “I’ve just completed several pieces with triple A rubies I acquired from an island renowned for its quality gemstones.” The jeweler took out a large flat box and removed the top to reveal a stunning ruby necklace. Shanks’ eyes were instantly sparkling and he pulled you over.

“Come look that this, dear. I think the red goes perfectly with your complexion!” Your eye twitched as you were forced to standing front and center at the stand and let the jeweler pull out the necklace for you to try on. Clenching your teeth, you took the necklace and carefully wrapped it around your neck. When you tried to connect the clasp, your fingers kept missing the little nob and curses almost began tumbling from your lips.

“Here,” Shanks said, offering his hand to take the tiny clasp. While he was indeed one armed, his right hand had become quite dexterous and his fingers nimble. While you held the little loop for the clasp to catch, Shanks opened the clasp with his finger and hooked it. “All done.”

You let the chain drop and brushed your lavender hair out of the way so the chain rested on your skin. Looking down, you couldn’t help but admire the way the ruby looked against your flesh. You reached up and brushed your fingers over the ruby, for once not feeling suffocated or chained by the jewelry you wore.

“It is absolutely lovely,” You spoke, looking up at the jeweler. “I am sure you are proud to have made such a piece.” He beamed at you, and while you were distracted with your ingrained politeness, Shanks deftly pulled out enough Berry to cover the cost of necklace. Before you had a chance to take the necklace off to return it, Shanks was handing over the money and steering you away from the stand. “Shanks I swear to the gods—!” You erupted as he happily led you towards a few more stalls that would surely capture your attention.

“All of the crew have a piece of red, Aria, it was time you had a piece of red yourself.” He told you, explaining his thought process. “I wanted you to have this, so don’t argue with me.”

“I could have just dyed my hair red, Shanks,” You griped at him, grudgingly accepting the fact that Shanks had probably just spent a pretty Berry on you. Shanks was no longer thinking about your refusal for the necklace, but the idea of you dying your hair red!

“Absolutely not!” He spoke out crossly. “You are, under no circumstances, to ever dye your hair red.” Your eyes were wide from the vehement at which he spoke those words. But you just shrugged and let him lead you on.

You were still bitter about the necklace days later and turning away from the view of the harbor, you headed for the main cabin to get some relaxing reading in. Or at least try to. You were working on your proclivity to worry. The men knew what they were doing and if something happened, they would take care of each other. You found your book where you had left it and took a seat at the small table. You weren’t exactly sure when you had started to worry so much about the men, more specifically, Shanks.

Don’t be silly, Linaria Bonn.

You had read enough of the forbidden romance novels in your father’s library to recognize the signs of… affection. Your face wrinkled at the word. Affection. You had little affection growing up, most of it coming from your barely there father, if you even saw him. But you were well equipped with the knowledge of what woman felt when they held affections for their romantic partner in the novel and you were quite certain you were feeling the same.

“And yet I have no idea if this is even real, because books are simply that, books,” You murmured to yourself, pressing your book against your mouth. You knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and yet, what you felt was alarming straight out of a romance book. A crush. That is what you must be feeling. You certainly weren’t going to fall madly in love with the first man who gave you a scrap of kindness!

You had read for about an hour, tidied up the main cabin, and even ventured down below deck to dust and clean. The men were clean, surprisingly clean, even before you had started helping to keep the ship in neat and working order. As laid back as Shanks and the crew were, they were meticulous with how the Red Force was run. Everything had a place and no sloppiness was accepted. So there really wasn’t much for you to tidy as the hours whittled away. You were in the middle of contemplating trying your hand at baking when the clamor of the gang plank stole your attention. Abandoning the kitchen, you hurried out onto deck to see Lucky, Gab, and Benn worse for wear.

“What in heavens name did you get up to?” You demanded as the rest pile on deck each sporting various cuts, bruises, and blood splattered clothing. You were cringing on the inside at the blood staining their clothing but if they had gotten themselves back to the ship then they must be mostly okay.

“Some other pirates decided to pick a fight with us,” Bonk Punch stated as Monster swung himself onto the ship and let out a screech. You spared a glance at the primate.

“And I suppose you ended the fight?” Your voice was crisp but they all could sense the sarcastic edge.

“Oi, you say that like we started it!” Benn complained. You crossed your arms and gave the first mate a frank look.

“Well did you?” You broached with perhaps a touch of snark. “Given your rather ineffable escapades as of late I almost expected a blood bath.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Shanks voice called as he strode on board and pulled the gang plank back with Yasopp’s help. You turned your narrowed gaze to the red headed pirate and paused. Of course he too was caught up in the scuffle! Shanks was sporting a cut on his chin, had a few places on his tunic where a blade had sliced through white fabric, and you couldn’t tell if the blood on him was his or someone else’s! The pirate could see your thought process and was speaking before you erupted on him. “Aira—”

You cut him off with a flourish of your hand.

“Don’t you Aria me, Shanks,” You snapped out before pointing to the main cabin. “Cabin, now.” You all but growled. Then you turned to the rest of the crew. “Clean yourselves up before you start tracking blood everywhere.” With that you marched towards the locker with the main deck med kit. As you grabbed the little box, an old lunch box refurbished to hold a few medical supplies, you heard the men moving about and heading down below.

Med kit in hand, you saw that the main cabin door was open and headed towards it feeling slightly pleased that no one was fighting you on this. Entering Shanks’ cabin, you pulled the door shut behind you and turned around to be greeted by Shanks dabbing a cloth at his chin in front of his floor length mirror.

“You are going to need more than just a dab,” You stated, moving to the table to set the kit down and get what you needed. Some disinfectant wipes, gauze, tape, maybe even needle and thread given the amount of blood you’d seen on his shirt. Then again, you couldn’t tell if it was his or the other pirates.

“And you sound irate, are you that upset with us doing our business?” Shanks asked, dabbing one last time at his chin before turning halfway in place to look at you. You glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“I do not like seeing you hurt, Shanks,” You corrected him. “Your business is your business, but that doesn’t mean I am pleased that you and the others come back with wounds. Need I remind you of last weeks fever?” Shanks stared at you, his thoughts well hidden behind his beautiful dark eyes.

“If you want me to take my shirt off, madam you only need to ask,” Shanks spoke, reverting to flirtatious humor. You didn’t buy it and pulled out several pads of gauze and wipes while rolling your eyes.

“Take your shirt off, I can’t tell what blood is yours or not.” While Shanks pulled his shirt off you focused your eyes on the hard wood of the table and told yourself that you would not, under any circumstances, ogle Shanks while tending to his wounds. You’d nearly started drooling the last time he’d been shirtless and had just barely caught yourself. Embarrassment aside, now was far from a good time to be appreciating his physique. But when you turned around you couldn’t help but stare at his back and curse silently.

“You should have said something,” You murmured in agitation, striding up to Shanks to look closer at the laceration marking up one of his shoulders. It wasn’t terrible, but it did seem deep. Shanks eyes met yours in the mirror as he tossed his shirt over the back of a nearby chair.

“I was hoping that you’d miss it. I doubt you need to see more of my blood than the cut on my chin. Hongo said it might need a stitch or two.”

“You say that like I haven’t seen blood before,” Your replied, wiping away half dried blood around the wound to get a better picture of the over all laceration. “Believe me, woman see far more blood than men think they do.” His eyes flashed in concern from the implication of your words for a moment and you quickly reassured him that it wasn’t what he thought it was. “She never cut skin, just beat it.”

“That isn’t a particularly reassuring answer.” Shanks grumbled, happy that your mother hadn’t broken your skin open, but still very much angered by the beatings you no doubt endured since childhood.

“But it is the only one I have to give you,” You said, reaching for the needle and thread. “I’m thinking you’ll need about three stitches, it’s not too bad but won’t heal as fast if left alone.”

“And you are equipped to do so?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“Hongo has been teaching me how to to suture on pig skin, and I am well equipped in stitch work. My mother saw to that.” You threaded one of the suture needles carefully and tied off the end, then turned your gaze back to Shanks. “Now, would you prefer I do this here, or do you want to go down and get in line with the rest of the men who needs stitches?”

Ordinarily, Shanks would have joined the line in waiting for stitches, or had one of the men do it… they all had patched each other up at some point in their time aboard. But his back was aching and you were offering to stitch it up for him. He’d take the option where he got to spend time with you alone.

“I’ll take your hand, madam, as I am sure you could use the practice.” Shanks replied, much to your chagrin. You scoffed at his words in fake irritation.

“Please, you should see my collection of embroidery at home. I am quite skilled in the catch stitch.” He grinned, having no doubts in your ability to stitch, let alone stitch someone up. Your hand was probably the most steady on board! But you were so easy to tease and rile up at times. You caught the edge of his smirk and rolled your eyes, he was teasing you yet again. “You are entirely incorrigible, do you know that.”

“Oh I know that quite well,” Shanks tossed over his shoulder, giving you his infamous curvy smile.

“Look straight ahead,” You ordered, shoving your fingers into his messy red hair and turning his head the way you wanted. Quickly cleaning the edges of the slightly oozing wound, you looked for the best place for the first stitch and got to work. It was quick and easy to place three neat stitches and Shanks didn’t one squirm or move around on you. Tying off the last knot, you snipped the suture needle free and set it to the side before reaching for some gauze and tape. “Alright, that’s taken care of, turn around.”

While you tucked away the suturing supplies and got out new antiseptic wipes and gauze, Shanks grabbed his discarded shirt and turned around. Rather than pulling his shirt back on, Shanks’ eyes latched onto the ruby necklace hanging around you neck. He was incredibly happy to see you wearing it after what he had to do to even buy you a present. Red looked nice on you and the pirate couldn’t help but think about what you would look like draped in rubies… and he needed to reign in his thoughts because you were looking at him with a strange look.

“Something wrong?” Well, yes, he was looking at you with rather intense eyes and still hadn’t put his shirt back on. It was one thing to gawk at him while he and the men were sparring, but an entirely different thing to openly ogle him in the privacy of his cabin when it was just the two of you.

“Only my manners,” You sighed before placing your free hand beneath his chin and angling his jaw to get a better view of the knick. It was easy enough to clean up, not bleeding anymore and was a pretty clean gash.

“Manners?” Shanks repeated with a huff. “Aria, you are the only one on this ship who has manners.”

“And you don’t give yourself enough credit, believe me, I would know who doesn’t have manners.” You said in his and the others defense. “Some Marines aren’t particularly endowed with such virtues.”

“No, they aren’t,” Shanks echoed, his mind going right to the look on your face when you had ran right up to him on Kuri Island. You’d been running from marines, marines that had put desperation on your face. Those thoughts emerged on his face and you quickly picked up on that.

“You know it’s…” You struggled to find an appropriate word. “…fine. My situation that is. We haven’t crossed any marines and to be quite frank I’m not bothered by them. Most of them were respectable enough, just not…”

“Collins?” Shanks interjected as you dabbed a bit of healing ointment on his jaw. You could feel how it was clenched beneath your fingertips.

“That’s in the past, Shanks,” You softly reminded him, trying ease the strain and tension you could both see and feel.

“Sometimes the past comes back to haunt us, Aria. I don’t take Collins as the type of man to let his bride run free.” Shanks stated, knowing full well the marine commodore had probably taken your action as great insult.

“Then that is for me to worry about,” You replied firmly, determined to have this problem taken care of by yourself. The crew of the Red Force had already done so much for you. Shanks had done so much! You were standing on your own two feet now. The marines were for you to handle, no one else. So you finished tending to his wound in silence. When you were done, you stepped away from the red haired pirate to begin packing up.

 “Aria,” Shanks spoke up after a few moments of you working in silence. You didn’t look at him but hummed in acknowledgement. Obstinate Aria. Shanks had to admit that he and the others found it amusing and adorable when you were obstinate about something, but in this moment? This was not a subject he was going to let you ignore. His right hand darted out and snatched your left. With one gentle tug he had you spinning in a half circle to face him and before you could step back to sneak your way out of this conversation he released your wrist and slid his arm around your back.

“Shanks,” You called in exasperation, your hand balancing on his shoulder. “Is this quite necessary? I’ve already informed you that Collins is—”

“A problem you are not going to solve alone.” Shanks cut you off, looking into your eyes with a stern gaze. “Yes?” He was doing this again? You lifted your chin stubbornly and ground your teeth together. How much were you going to take from these pirates? Hadn’t they already given you enough? Shanks could see your thinking in your lovely eyes and pressed. “You may think you can handle Collins on your own, Aria… but take it from someone who has dealt with men like him before. He’s far too much for one person to handle.”

“So you expect me to lay down and let everyone else fight my battles for me?” You questioned sharply. “That is hardly appropriate!”

“This has nothing to do with being appropriate or not, Aria,” Shanks corrected you, pulling you closer until you were standing between his legs. “We are protecting one of our own.”

You sighed inwardly and brought your hand up to trace the curve of his jaw. It was getting harder and harder to resist his handsome face.

“You aren’t letting this one go, are you?” You spoke, shoulders drooping in resignation. Shanks face remained unchanged.

“No.” He saw the moment you cracked and held you tighter. “I’m not asking you to stand behind me, Aria. I am asking to stand next to you.”

Date Published: 3/8/24

Last Edit: 3/8/24

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#red haired shanks #one piece shanks #shanks x you #shanks x reader #shanks #opla shanks #opla

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Financial statements

Wei Wuxian returns from a four day night hunt with the juniors - and Lan Wangji couldn't have been happier to see his husband again. Had Lan Xichen not asked for his help with the discussion conference last minute preparations, Lan Wangji would have joined in the night hunt as well, loving any and all occasions for some family time with his beloved and their unofficially adopted children.

Wei Wuxian loves to travel - and he loves bringing little trinkets from wherever he goes, which is why the jingshi has been furnished with extra shelves for all his quirky finds... but not this time.

He hands Lan Wangji a beautifully decorated wooden box, the seemingly only thing that he's brought from the seaside village he's just been with the kids.

Lan Wangji opens it, and softens upon laying eyes on a beautifully crafted jade hairpin, glistening jewels catching onto the golden candlelight bathing the jingshi. He leaves a brief kiss onto his husband's lips, and places the gift on the table, gentle so as not to break it.

"Have you bought anything for yourself?" Lan Wangji asks, carefully surveying Wei Wuxian's reactions.

"No." comes the reply, though the smile on Wei Wuxian's face doesn't falter, and he's just as easy-going. "I didn't have any more money left."

"Wei Ying, I've already told you that you can take however much you want from the-"

Wei Wuxian disguises his reaction behind the cup of wine he downs. "I've taken enough, I just spent it on stupid things and-"

Lan Wangji takes his husband's hands in his, caressing his knuckles with his thumbs. "Wei Ying."

He sighs, and smiles to himself as he looks away. "I should've known there was no point trying to hide anything from you... You know me too well."

"What happened? You can tell me, Wei Ying."

"Last time I went to withdraw money, I was... told," Lan Wangji knows that's codeword for scolded, "...that I was... overstepping your budget and it would cause you trouble with the elders."

Shadows of disbelieving anger cross Lan Wangji's eyes. "There is no such thing as a budget for me, Wei Ying. I can spend whatever I want."

"I'm not you..." But Wei Wuxian shakes his head and smiles, "It's fine, though, I don't care about money, so-"

"What else did they say?"

Wei Wuxian sighs, again, and decides he's not going to tolerate the distance between himself and Lan Wangji anymore, sliding into Lan Wangji's lap with practiced ease.

"They told me I should spend less of your money because it's becoming obvious I'm only with you because you're rich."

Lan Wangji takes in a deep breath, his arms tightly wrapped around Wei Wuxian's body. "I will talk to them. This is not acceptable."

"Please don't kill anyone. Killing is forbidden-"

Lan Wangji leans down enough so he can lock eyes with Wei Wuxian. "There are no rules when it comes to you."

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Early in the morning, Lan Wangji regretfully leaves his bed, and becomes only slightly jealous of the pillow Wei Wuxian hugs in his absence, to go have a discussion with the treasurers.

He's in a much more amicable mood than he was last night, but that isn't much improvement - and though he is not up for physical violence anymore (he wouldn't want to be locked up and away from Wei Ying, after all), that doesn't mean he's going to be in any way merciful.

After all, though he cannot convince anybody to overstep their ridiculous prejudices against Wei Ying and get to know him beyond the stereotype of the cruel Yiling Laozu, he does expect them to be at least respectful. And if they will not, Lan Wangji has no business making them.

"Hanguang-Jun." the treasurers bow, "What can we do for you?"

"I would like to know what my spending limit is."

The treasurers look to each other, confused.

"I have been made aware there is one, so I wish to know what it is." And his eyes narrow towards the chief treasurer, an old man Lan Wangji has never liked, "Unless the limit is for my husband only?"

"Hanguang-Jun," the chief treasurer begins, "there are budgets-"

"Are there? Then should the monthly deposits you send to your estranged daughter in Lanling be counted in those budgets?"

The man's eyes widen.

"Or are my husband's expenditures more outrageous than the missing financial reports from so-called diplomatic envoys you send your relatives on near hot springs retreats every winter?"

The man looks away, hiding his shaking hands in his sleeves.

"I do not care to flaunt my status and I do not believe power lays in titles. However," And Lan Wangji makes it a point to rest his hand over Bichen's hilt, "Be sure to remember I am the second heir of this sect, and Wei Ying is my husband. I am expecting the same level of respect be awarded to us both. It is neither your duty, nor your place to impose any limits on either of us."

"Even so, you yourself cannot impose on us to like him-"

Lan Wangji cuts in, his tone even but much colder. "I can impose on you to do your job. Nowhere in your tasks is it required of you to comment on the nature of my marriage."

"It is quite obvious-"

Lan Wangji turns to the other disciples in the treasury. "Henceforth, I will be taking over the treasury and will be handling all financial matters personally. Should you have any gripes with that," his eyes return to the chief treasurer, "do inform my brother of the reason why you have been demoted. I am quite sure he would be thrilled to know."

--

"Lan Zhan, what happened to the old treasurer? I haven't seen him around much..."

Lan Wangji kisses his husband's forehead in place of a response.

"Lan Zhan, what did you do?"

But the man moves on to softly kissing Wei Ying's lips, and entirely innocently continuing a path of pecks down his neck.

"Lan Zhan."

He sighs, as if annoyed for having been interrupted. "He is not dead."

Wei Wuxian laughs, "That's a very low bar, Hanguang-Jun."

"Yet I have not crossed it." He bites at the junction between Wei Ying's neck and shoulder.

"Good boy."

"I would have liked to, though."

"Lan Zhan!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #i have writing brain disease today

[teaabexx]

It is I, the Wizard!

How about a four reuniting with his wife/husband after the journey?

im pissed. I wrote the whole thing it was soo good and i forgot to save it in my drafts. I hate life.

ANYWAYYY THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T WRITE AGAIN LOOOL

SAFE FOR EVERYONE HAHA

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Took you long enough...

"nothing..." You sighed as you closed your mailbox. No letters at all.

Four months passed and still no letters. Now you were really worried, Four would always send you letters. Everyday when he could, but now four months ? Mh-mh too much time that was weird. The last time he sent you a letter was when he explained to you the poor situation of Wolfie, how he got hurt, how much time it took to heal him... And then nothing.

What if Wolfie unconsciously contaminated Four and they both died ? What if Four sacrificed himself to save his friends ? What if he got stepped on when he was a Minish ? Worst. What if he found another lover. Sike. He loves you too much. But still what if a monster actually ate him when he was a minish? Doesn't help that he already was short in his normal from.

All these thoughts running through your head were making you sick.

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The same day, you were hanging out the laundry in front of your house. You heard someone coughing. You ignored it, you're a paysan not a doctor. Another cough. Louder. Louder. LOUDER !! You frowned.

"AHEM ?!" The person said. You turned around with a frown and you were ready to toss a sock at them. You dropped the sock and your eyes widened. ''...''. The same person started laughing.

"Took you long enough to- OOF—" you interrupted him. Your arms wrapped tightly around his chest taking in his scent and warmth. You missed it. You missed him. He was back. He was here, with you. He was here and alive, not a single scar. Both arms and legs. He didn't get eaten by a monster. Arms that were now wrapping around your body. He rested his chin against your hair breathing your scent too. Both of you missed each other's sent, company, touch... everything. You felt him smile and he started rubbing your back in a slow, comforting motion. He whispered softly

"I'm back..."

"you're back..." You echoed in a small whimper.

It got his attention. He leaned his head back slightly and lifted your chin from his chest with a worried expression. He saw your eyes full of tears and his own eyes started to get wet.

''You're crying ?! Jewel no don't cry please...your tears are too precious for you to waste them like that " He wiped your tears away, with a gesture so gentle that you almost didn't feel it. You sniffled and hugged him tighter. Your teary eyes looking up at him sadly.

"what happened?" You asked. "You haven't sent a letter in four months, i was worried."

He kissed your forhead and cheek gently, his thumb wiping away the tears from your eyes and cheeks. He looked down at your face and immediately felt bad. "I kinda wanted to surprise you...?" He admitted.

"By worrying me ? I thought you were dead !! Do you understand that ?" You scolded him. "Sorry, sorry..." He wanted to chuckle because of your 'authority' but he also felt guilty for worrying you that much. You pulled his bandana from his forehead and released it which whipped his forehead slightly. He winced. ''ow ! Hey I'm supposed to have a welcome kiss not...that !!'' he whined and rubbed his forehead.

"you don't deserve that kiss." You let go of him and we're trying to struggle out of his grip but he didn't let you, his grip was tight. Not tight enough to hurt you but still, he pulled you closer by the waist and whined again, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. He muttered. "I apologized..." He felt you trying to fight his grasp but he didn't budge, holding you close to him. He sighed and moved one hand from your waist to his pocket looking for something inside. He pulled out a small box and handed it to you. You looked down at the box and frowned. You took advantage of the fact that he held you with one hand to escape from his grip and walked towards your house. You still took the box tho.

Four was staring at you from the garden, he sighed and rubbed his temples. "You fucked up" "nobody asked"

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"can I come in jewel ? It's cold outside" A muffled voice coming from outside the window. You ignored him. He sighed and walked away, well at least away from your sight. He was behind the door. He used his cap to turn into a minish and snuck in the small gap between the door and the ground to enter the house. When he was finally inside he sighed and ran towards the kitchen, where you were standing. When he reached you he looked up at you and cleared his throat.

"Can I explain myself please ?" You just stared. He sighed, walking towards you while talking. "Hey listen, I know I shouldn't have done that that but— what ? why are you laughing?" He demanded slightly confused and pissed. You were laughing so loud that you needed to hold onto something or you'll fall on the floor. ''your Minish voice is killing me- AH—!!"

He pinned you to the counter and held your jaw harshly, but not harsh enough to hurt you. He would never. When did he become tall?! (well uh... Taller than a Minish I mean). Suddenly you were the one feeling small now. "Did you open the box ?" He asked. He stared down at you waiting for an answer. You just lifted your hair to show him the necklace. A silver chain with the first letter of your name made of diamonds. Small red, green, blue and purple grains entered the chains of the necklace. Four smiled in satisfaction and kissed your cheek and caressing the other with his thumb.

"Good. Can I have my kiss now ?" Tilting his head towards yours, your noses brushing slightly, his breath hitting your lips. You sighed and placed your hands on his shoulder "you still didn't explain why…" Four stopped leaning closer, he closed his eyes and placed his forhead against yours. "I'll tell you I promise...but now I just need my lover's company, can you love me a bit please ?" You nodded and finally let him lean closer. He sighed in relief when his lips finally touched yours, as if he waited for years and years for you to kiss him. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly and one of his hands trailed from your waist to the back of your head, pulling you closer. He was mumbling incoherent things against your mouth as you both kissed lovingly

Forget all the worries of before..

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#the legend of zelda #linked universe #lu four #linked universe four #four swordstlo #tloz #four x reader #lu four x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader

[gemini-sensei]

Reader is popular but Demetri has a huge crush on her but somehow they end up having sex and Reader is really surprised because he is like a sex god and she's never had sex that good before

This dynamic 🤤🤤 it's my shit

Demetri Alexopoulos x Popular!Chubby!Reader

CW: monstercock!Demetri, mean girl!Reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, mating press, begging, pet names: good/pretty girl, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink. (unedited)

"Oh my god," Yasmine sneers, her eyes narrowing as she looked down the hall. "Look at that geek."

Reader turns her head and giggles as she sees the one and only Demetri Alexopoulos walking their way. As he walks down the hall, he carries a large box diorama in his arms. It's decorated like an old room and filled with little painted figures inside. He's obviously recreated some historical event, but what really catches the girls' eyes is the costume he carries over his shoulder that matches his project. He holds his head up, clearly proud of his work, and the whole thing gives off big nerd energy.

Reader covers her mouth, hiding her laugh fairly obviously. "Oh wow."

"There's no way he's not a virgin," Yasmine whispers, her smile mean and wicked. She gives Demetri an uninterested look and speaks louder so he hears her. "No girl would ever want to fuck a guy like that."

He looks over, his bright expression dampening. His eyes dart between Reader and Yasmine, but settle on Reader in anticipation for her reaction.

Reader frowns and crosses her arms over her chest. She gives him a look up and down, then scoffs. "Right? What a nerd."

He cast his eyes down and he turns away, giving them the shoulder as if ignoring them. However, he can't. The girls are laughing behind his back even though he's right there. He hears them, but walks away.

😈😈😈

Reader twirls her pencil as she stares off into space, hardly paying attention to her science teacher. There are better things to think about than boring old science; it isn't as if any of that stuff has anything to do with her anyway. She watches the clouds roll by, that is until she hears the teacher call her name.

The class is getting paired off for research papers. It has to do with something about nature and climate change, but she hadn't been paying too much attention to all that when the teacher explained it. She's hoping to get paired up with someone super smart so she didn't have to do too much of the work.

"You'll be working with Mr. Alexopoulos."

Score! she thinks, a self-satisfied smile stretching over her lips. She looks over at Demetri, who is in the middle of turning bright red. Bringing her hand up, she flutters her fingers at him, laughing when his blush intensified. What my luck! A total nerd to do this little paper for me.

The bell rings overhead and everyone jumps up to leave. Reader takes her time, watching Demetri put away his notes, then she stands and walks over to his table. He looks up at her and his mouth falls open, as if he's staring at precious jewel. He doesn't say anything, which is perfectly fine with Reader.

"We can work on this whole paper over at my place," she tells him in a sugary sweet tone. She knows she should slather the sweetness on him after this morning's announcement of his virgin status. So she bats her eyelashes at him and smiles. "That's okay with you, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally fine with me," he stammers. He stands up and bumps his knee into the table in the process. He winces, but shakes it off fairly quickly as Reader laughs at his misfortune. He tries to play it cool. "Whatever you want."

"Do you drive?" she asks.

"No..." he answers lamely.

"That's okay," she assures him, smiling up at him. "Just me in the parking lot after school and we can go get it over with."

"Okay, see you..." She turns away sharply and walks to the door. He stares after her, starstruck. "...after school."

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Hours laters, Demetri finds himself sitting in Reader's bedroom. It's spacious, with enough room for a large bed and a little coffee table set up with a sofa in the corner. He has his textbook clutched in his lap and all his notes scattered about the table as he sits with her on the small couch. Their knees are touching and it's distracting him because it only serves to remind him how close she is.

For a girl that's super popular, she's actually pretty smart. Correction, he's learned that she only acts dumb in school. When he caught on to her hints for him to do all the work himself, he shut it down as nicely as possible, and then she had no problem jumping in and typing up some notes while he read from the textbook. He can't help watching her work, even though it was just some keystrokes on her laptop.

"This is so boring," she moans, setting her laptop down as they got to the end of the chapter.

She leans back and stretches her legs out. He can't help watching, his eyes dragging long her legs. She catches him looking and smirks, deciding to tease him a little. After all, it's obvious to her that he has a crush on her. She shimmies and stretches, making her dress ride up and expose more of her thighs. Then she stands up and continues to stretch, bending over to touch her toes, knowing her dress is a little too high...

Demetri gasps as he sees her panties between her thick thighs. He adverts his eyes, his cheeks warming up. He doesn't know if he's supposed to say anything or not, but in the meantime, his pants grow tight under the textbook.

Then his mind goes back to that morning. What an embarrassment to be called out as a virgin! He wants to set the record straight.

"i'm not a virgin, you know," he blurts out.

She turns to him, startled that he said anything about the topic at all. It wasn't exactly the topic of their previous discussion, and certainly not where she thought her teasing was going. "What?"

"I'm not a virgin like Yasmine said. I... I've had sex before."

She stares at him, still in a state of shock. Then she stands tall and crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah? And who have you had sex with?"

"Well, I really shouldn't divulge that specific information..."

She scoffs and laughs at him. "Oh man, you're such a liar."

"I'm not lying."

"Then prove it."

He tosses the textbook aside and before she can see the sizable bulge in his pants, he pulls her down onto his lap. She gasps as she feels it press against her while he has her straddle his thigh. Then he pulls her in for a kiss. It's hard and has something to prove, which is quickly accomplished when as he puts his hand on the back of her neck and deepens the kiss. His tongue in her mouth before she really has time to think about it, and then he's sucking on hers as soon as she's processed everything else.

She's moaning and grinding down on his thigh, a wet patch quickly forming on her panties and transferring onto his jeans. She holds onto him for stability, his shirt clutched in her hands tightly.

He pulls away from her, leaving her tongue to hang out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting it to his lips before it break. He tears his shirt off, ripping it from her hands and leaving her with nothing but his bare chest to hold on to.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he told her, voice husky and panting. It sends shivers up her spine and she does as told, at which point he wraps one arm around her waist and his opposite hand grabs her ass. Then he stands up and she squeals, her arms tightening around him. He grunts into her ear, "I've got you, pretty girl."

As he carries her over to the bed, she things, Who are you and what have you done with Demetri?

Then she's dropped onto the bed and she bounces on top of her fluffy duvet. She looks up at Demetri and sees his darkened eyes, her pussy clenching around nothing. In the following instant, his hands are under her dress and pushing it up, grabbing and groping at her pudgy belly and fat tits. She moans and whines as he rubs his thumbs over her nipples, then roughly pulling her dress over her head.

His eyes drink in her nearly nude figure and she lays out for him, enjoying having his eyes on her. She undoes her bra and throws it away, letting her panties follow.

"Good girl," he tells her. He undoes his belt and jeans, shoving them off with his boxers, wasting no time. He smirks when she gasps at the sight of his cock. "Like what you see?"

She whimpers, closing her legs. "I-I don't know if that'll fit."

He gets onto the bed with her and crawls over her. He dives down to capture her lips with his and she moans, throwing her arms around him. His cock head bumps her wet folds and she jumps, but he lets it slide over her entrance slowly. He lays his cock on her belly as they make out, his hips pressed against hers.

When he pulls away, she looks down at his cock as she whimpers. "It's so big."

"Are you saying no?"

She looks up at him, then shakes her head.

"Then trust me. It'll fit," he assures her, then smirks. "Especially after I get a taste of you."

He then proceeds to move down her body, leaving ghosts of kisses along her skin. She whines with need as he teases her, kissing her inner thighs and over her hips before diving between her legs. When he throws her legs over his shoulders and buries his face in her cunt, she gasps softly, then moans as his tongue laps at her wet folds.

She reaches down to put a hand in his hair, gripping tightly at the dark strands as a suggestion to slow down. It's one he doesn't take and she says nothing of it as she sighs with pleasure, tugging on his hair as he slips his tongue in and out of her. He's groaning lowly each time she pulls on his hair and it only drives him to eat her out better, eventually getting to the point that it's a sloppy, noisy mess happening between her cunt and his tongue.

He makes her come hard and doesn't even stop tongue fucking her, seeing her through her orgasm so that he can quickly bring her to another one. When she squirts the second time, he lets his mouth hang open to catch as much of it as he can, then he's sitting back on his knees to look down at her.

Reader is a glorious panting mess under him, glistening wet between her legs and all over her thighs. He runs his hand over her pussy lips, spreading her wetness all over and getting it all over his hand before he strokes his cock. He watches the rise and fall of her chest as she watches him lube himself up with her essence. Knowing her eyes are on him turns him on that much more and he comes to sit between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock between her wet folds. He makes her whine and whimper when he hits it against her swollen clit and he smiles down at her.

"Please, please put it in," she whimpers under him. Her hips push up to seek out more friction from his cock. "Please..."

"Are you begging for me?"

She stays quiet for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

"Good girl," he mutters, making her hole clenches around nothing. "Beg some more."

"Please, Demetri, I need you," she cries out, pathetically trying to rut her hips up to his. All it does is make rub her cunt over his length. "Please fuck me. Please please please."

He bites his lips as he watches her, then grabs behind her knees and pushes them up to put her legs over his shoulders. She whines as he slowly drags his cock over her pussy until the tip comes to her wet, open lips. Pre cum leaks from his slit and smears over hole, making his groan. Unable to tease her or himself any longer, he pushes the head in and watches it sink into her needy and tight cunt. It pops in and he feels like she's trying to strangle his tip.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, but continues to push into her. All Reader can do is moan under him, clawing at the bedsheets. He pulls out a few inches and pushes them back into her, working her open so she can take his whole cock. He does that ever so often, watching her cunt stretch around his thick length. "Feels so good. Do you feel good, Reader?"

She nods with a soft, low whine. Her fists are clenched tight with the bedsheets as she feels him sink into her further and further. She's watching the point where they're connected, already panting hard as her walls squeeze around his shaft. It's so big, she feels him reaching depths she had no idea were actually possible.

When he reaches the half way point, he starts trusting in order to work the rest of himself into her. He take ahold of her knees again and pushes them down to her chest. She squeals and he feels her open up for him just a little more, so he pushes into her until his hips meet her ass.

"Oh my god!" she lets out. Her legs are shaking and she reaches up for him, only able to grab his hands that are hooked behind her knees. She feels him in her guts and butted up against her cervix, making her babble almost incoherently. "Do fuckin' deep. You're gonna destroy me... Fuck me up..."

"I'm gonna ruin you for any other cock," Demetri grunts. He stays still, letting her get used to the feeling of his big, fat cock stretching her out and reaching so deep. "You're not gonna want anyone else, pretty girl."

He slips a hand from under her grip and reaches down to grope and squeeze her tit. She moans and tries to wiggle under him, but he has her folded in half and pressed into the mattress tight. As he toys with her nipple, her eyes roll up and her cunt gushes warm arousal. With that, he starts to pull back, only a few inches, before slamming back into her.

She screams as he batters her poor cervix, as if trying to beat it open. His pace is hard, but not too rough. It's well paced and even, allowing any changes should she ask for them; either to slow down or be gentle. Despite his dominance and need to prove her wrong, she felt secure under him. If anything, the position he had her in made her feel so safe - she didn't have to do anything but take it. There was something so glorious about it.

As he fucks her, it's loud. Her cunt continues to gush slick and make loud squelching sounds as he pushes in and out of her. She's screaming and trembling under him, his balls slapping against her ass as her thighs shake. She doesn't even try to be quiet, not that anyone else is around to hear. It only means she can't hear his low grunts as he watches his length disappear in her fat cunt.

She's so close already, the vein running along his shaft rubbing against her g-spot with each thrust. Her poor clit sits swollen and throbbing as he fucks her, unable to do anything about it. She wants to, but her brain is too foggy to think about touching herself, let alone actually doing it. All she can do is lay there and cry out for Demetri to make her come.

" 'm so close! Please, please, I wanna come! Please make me come, Dem! Please please please!"

He licks his lips, watching her hazy eyes. He tweaks her nipple and makes her yelp. "You wanna come?"

She nodded vigorously, whining loudly.

He drags his hand down her body, groping at her soft belly as he makes his ways down to her clit. He presses his thumb into it and rubs fast circles into it, making her cry out loudly. She struggles to try and move with the jolts of pleasure, but soon comes to a stop as it only takes a few strokes to her bundle of nerve to make her come.

Her body quakes under him, her head thrown back as she calls out his name. her orgasm washes over her, making a wet mess between them as she creams over his fat cock. It makes a thick ring around his back and clings to her stretched out pussy lips, adding a loud smack-smack-smack to the song being made between their bodies.

Accompanied by her hoarse voice screaming his name with a chorus of yeses.

Velvet walls constrict around him, her cervix puckering as she tries to milk him dry. It's enough to push him over the edge.

He makes two hard thrusts and bottoms out in her tight, clenching cunt before he falls apart. He presses himself against her harshly, groaning her name as his heavy balls draw up and his thighs tremble. He comes inside her, watching her blissed out face as she gasps at the first torrent of his hot cum filling her.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, good girl. My fucking pretty girl. Take my cum. Fucking take it," he grunts, then leans down to kiss her. He squishes her thighs into her soft belly and she moans, but he eats it up as he presses his lips to hers. She reaches up and grabs the back of his neck, whining into his mouth. He mumbles hotly, "Take me so well, pretty girl."

There kiss doesn't late long, as they're panting messes and need the air. He can feel the way he's filled her with a hefty load, some of it leaking out around the tight seal around his cock and dripping down his balls. As it all comes to an end, he starts to pull out of her and more of their mixed cum gushes out of her Once the tip of his cock pops out, it's like a waterfall that makes a puddle under her ass. He just eases her legs down and starts massaging her sore thighs and hips.

"How was that for the supposed virgin?" he asks.

She hums, looking up at him as he awaits her answer. All she can muster up is a smile and a feeble "totally not a virgin...."

Then she looks down at her gaping, stuffed full hole. All she can see is her cum covered thighs and mound, feeling the way it twitches from the intense fuck she just had.

"You came inside me..."

His hands continue to work into her pudgy thighs, his lip caught between his lip as he drops his eyes to her used cunt. Another fat glob of his cum leaks out and he scoops it up with his fingers before pushing it back into her. "And?"

She moans, "I could get pregnant."

He can't help grinning. "Good. Let everyone see how good I fuck you."

Her hole clenches around his fingers and he chuckles. He leans over her and kisses her, pulling his digits from her sensitive pussy. Gathering her up in his arms, he pulls her close and lays with her on top of him. They make out on her bed, knowing good and well this won't be the only time they do this.

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