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Hello hello, how bout kiss prompt #40 for Vigilante??? ❤️❤️❤️ Love the kissing series, so cute!

Hello hello! Thank you so much for this request, I was so happy to write something for my boy vigilante again 🥰 your request is written here, I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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Write A Kiss Request: Vigilante/Adrian Chase (Peacemaker) x Reader ...a kiss because the world is ending

author's note: another belated valentines to all the readers still clinging onto their vigilante shit (myself included) 💖

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Adrian Chase because the world is ending

How many times did you have to tell yourself no? It wasn't going to happen! Even the idea of it was completely insane. And yet, as you watched some otherworldly creature falling from the sky with the sole purpose of coming after you and your friends, you had one thought and one thought alone: Adrian.

Working with Vigilante had never been straightforward, both because of his inability to behave in a predictable manner, and because of the way his every chaotic action made you feel.

With his mask on, he was a machine. Unfeeling, precise, athletic, focused. It was like he left some part of himself behind the moment he pulled it over his face, his unparalleled skill kind of addictive to watch.

And then when he stopped being Vigilante, and went back to being Adrian Chase, he was the total opposite. He was vulnerable and open and he exuded warmth every time he was near you. He had an effortless clumsy charm he was completely unaware of, and you hated how quickly he started to fill your every thought, your stomach stirring every time he intentionally chose to stay by your side as you worked. He was obvious in his affections, face beaming at you everytime you so much as acknowledged him, let alone when you smiled his way. Some days you wanted nothing more than to drag him by the hand straight home to your bed, but unfortunately the quiet voice of common sense in your head was just firm enough to stop you from giving in to the adorable assassin.

You convinced yourself you could only get hurt, emotionally if not physically, and while he seemed so devoted to the idea of you, having him as a romantic partner would be chaotic at best and unhinged at worst.

However, as fire streaked across the sky, and the thundering boom of impending collision rumbled through your chest, you realised there might not be any time left to worry about where things could lead.

"Adrian!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, your team spread across the thick woods in search of where the creature was expected to land. You didn't know what you'd do when he turned up, but you knew if this was the end and time was running out, you wanted him by your side.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" Vigilante cried out as he sprinted full pelt between the trees, clearly stationing himself a bit closer to your spot than he was supposed to. He moved so smoothly as he weaved around the towering pines, stopping only when he stood directly in front of you, eyeing you with concern and reaching out his hands as if willing himself to hold you before reconsidering.

"I'm not hurt, but things don't look good Adrian." You could feel the slight tremor in your voice as you stepped a little closer, relieved as he shook his head, as unshakeable as ever.

"You don't need to worry though - you know I'll always protect you, right?" He was so earnest, complete sincerity in his voice, clear that he would put his life on the line for you without giving it a second thought.

"I know you would Adrian." Even with his face hidden by his mask, you could tell he always felt elated when you used his real name, seeing him for the person he was and not just a weapon to use when needed. Tired of talking you reached up, skimming your hands along his biceps before they reached his jaw, fingertips diving under the fabric and slowly dragging it upwards. You felt him lean into your touch, his lips hanging open as you revealed them, awestruck by the intimate softness you handled him with, intoxicated by your proximity. As you exposed more of his face, it only contorted in more joy, eyes bright and beaming, colour flushing into his cheeks until finally the fabric released his curls and you let it fall by your side.

Quickly he snatched his glasses from a pocket on his leg, adjusting them until he could see you clearly and letting the dopiest smile plaster his face as he drank you in,

"Hi!" He sighed out like a love-sick teenager, inching closer to you as your arms settled over his shoulders again. Even in the depths of terror and trouble, he only had eyes for you. Gun fire broke out in the distance but he didn't even blink, his hands still hovering over your waist as if asking for permission. You nodded at his hands and closed the gap between you in encouragement, your chest resting against his as you responded softly,

"Hi Adrian." You could feel him respond to a tingle running down his spine at the way you said his name, kinder and warmer than anyone else ever had.

"Hi." He giggled out again as finally he let his hands make contact with you, holding your waist gently and letting his thumbs trace circles against your lower back. He could feel your arms tighten around his neck as your face closed in on his, his face completely dumbstruck as you got a little closer. You moved slowly, giving him the chance to back away, but more importantly waiting to see if there was any part of your mind that could muster up the restraint to stop.

As your lips gently met his, you knew this was never going to end a different way, even if it took the world ending for you to take the plunge. He was so receptive and respectful, drinking in your kiss without pushing you for more. Responding to your every motion in kind and only parting his lips as he felt your tongue gliding over them. His hands were so strong wrapping over your back, while his lips were so soft and gentle, corners twitching in his desperate attempt to fight back a grin. You could hear him humming contently in your mouth, overwhelmed with emotion and desperately wanting to voice his joy and tell you he hoped this moment would last forever. He wasn't the only one, the voice in the back of your mind kicking itself for ever denying yourself this level of adoring affection. He whimpered softly as you ran your fingers through his curls, pulling his face an inch away from yours before he took your breath away entirely.

"That was amazing. You're so awesome! Thank you!" He beamed at you, moving to dive in for another kiss before an aggressive voice called in the distance,

"Vigilante, where the fuck are you?!" Peacemaker's voice bellowed out from the other side of the woods, letting you know that time really was up now, but you didn't regret how you had spent the final moment.

Adrian cursed under his breath as he forced his arms off your waist, dropping to his one knee to pick up his mask before focusing his attention on you.

"I'm going to go help Peacemaker beat this thing, and then I'm going to come right back here, and find you, and kiss you a bunch more times, if that's okay?" His own breath was ragged with adrenaline, more rumbled by your attention than any of the mortal peril around him.

"Sounds good, be safe." You stretched out a hand to help him to his feet, Adrian taking the opportunity to tug you closer for one final kiss before he donned his mask and sprinted back into the night, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"I'm coming Peacemaker, and you're not going to believe what just happened!"

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Domestic Roman Roy x Reader Headcanons (Succession Request)

Pairing: Roman Roy x Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Request: "hello!! can you write more fluff headcanons for our slime puppy, roman roy? maybe roman comforting reader or vise versa; anything will do really. i just want that man to have some affection. <3"

- Spotless. That was the word everyone used to describe Roman's sprawling New York penthouse. A space truly devoid of anything that would make it seem evenly slightly imperfect. No bright colours that might hint at joy or personality. No stained tea towels to show where a home cooked dinner had been lovingly made. No creased sofa cushions to show a routine of comfort and relaxation. Everytime someone commented on how pristine his home was kept around him, Roman could feel the familiar ache of being almost unwelcome, like he was still a child being told he would ruin everything he touched. That is until he started coming to visit you.

- When your strange and prolonged courtship with Roman Roy finally moved to the stage of evenings spent in each other's company, and his exhausted yawns feigning reluctant acceptance of a sleepover, you expected to end up living out of his place. I mean, it made sense; it was closer to the Waystar office, it was way bigger, had a full time staff, a better neighbourhood, fancier furniture. Honestly you were worried you were the world's least sordid mistress with how infrequently he invited you over, despite spending almost all of his waking moments trailing alongside you, clinging to the fabric of whatever shirt you wore like a terrified child.

- Every time Roman followed you home at the end of a party or some of the awkward family events he insisted on bringing you along to, you offered to just stay at his, the suggestion quickly shot down with a head shake and mumbled excuse, the crease on his brow darkening as his frown quickly turned to a pout, an expression you knew better than to follow up after. So you got used to Roman being based out of your little apartment too, basically moving in with you, without ever calling it that.

- As he unfurls in a well-worn armchair and sips coffee out of one of the mismatched mugs from your cabinet, he knows you'll never understand quite how much being here with you means to him. He knew it from the first time you had him over, practically dragging him onto the sofa with you, wrapping a blanket over him when the skin on his arm raised up in little bumps, telling him to help himself to anything he wanted. You were the first person in his life to ever tell Roman to make himself at home, and even if he could hardly believe his luck, and feared one day you might take those precious words back, that you never meant them in the first place, for now he planned to make the most of finally feeling at home.

- After a lifetime of the higher luxury, the littlest things really do provide the greatest joy to Roman. His bedding was changed every day in his penthouse, always fresh and pristine by the time he crawled back into it the next night. But he notices that after a couple of days your sheets smell like you, and he can curl up under the duvet even when you're not home and it's like you're all around him, embracing him with warmth and filling up his senses with comfort. He's truly never taken so many naps, or slept so soundly, as he does in your bed.

- Roman takes a tremendous amount of joy in the novelty of picking a bowl to eat out of, all the different colours and sizes picked up from thrift stores feeling so much more 'him' than the fine white china most of his meals have been served on. And if you're giving him a home cooked meal, this man will be close to tears with overwhelming appreciation.

- It's no secret that Roman has spent more of his life lonely than he'd care to admit, so having someone he loves around all the time makes even the most mundane things suddenly feel brand new. At night he'll find reasons to hang out in your tiny bathroom as you wash your face and get ready for bed. He'll put toothpaste on your toothbrush so you can brush your teeth together, smiling and giggling so much at the sweet moment that he ends up with toothpaste all down shirt and pretends to blame you for it, claiming it was all a ploy just to get his shirt off. If you play along and offer to help him with it, prepare for him to start blushing and running around the apartment pretending to hide from you.

- The first time Roman tries to help you in the kitchen, despite you insisting he really doesn't have to, he's a walking liability. First a pot boils over, then he can't figure out how to pre-heat the oven and he's too embarassed to ask, and when he tries to pick up a pan the wrong way, burning his hand and throwing sauce over the counter in the process, you can see all the colour drain from his face as terror sets in. His jaw is tense and his eyes grow misty and wide as he backs away slightly, the skin on his hand only half as painful as the ache in his gut at the thought that you're about to erupt at him. That you've finally seen how useless and stupid he is. That he can't do anything right. That he's just not good enough for you.

Gently you take his hand and place is under the cold flowing water in the sink, ever so lightly rubbing circles on his back as you ask if he's okay.

"Yeah, just fucking, sorry I ruin everything." He chokes out, a hollow laugh doing nothing to hide the obvious croak in his voice as tears start to well in his eyes.

"Roman, you didn't ruin anything, you just made a mistake. I actually think you make lots of things much better." You leave a chaste kiss on his cheek as you wipe up the mess in a few short moments, and return to inspect his hand, which almost instantly feels better the second you hold it in yours.

"You really mean that." Roman's not sure if it's a question for you, or just confirmation to himself as he feels the adrenaline start to leave his body. Suddenly he wonders why his family were always so explosive about his little messes, especially when it's not even like they had to clean them up themselves. He laughs to himself in a moment of relief before clinging to your waist, thinking it's probably safest for him to just focus on bothering you in the kitchen rather than helping.

- Eventually Roman gets his own key to your place, and slowly moves in just enough of his stuff that he never needs to return to his old apartment, feeling so much more at home in the space he shares with you. Whenever he's at home without you though, those pangs of loneliness start to creep back in again, and he finds himself instinctively searching you; first he'll look at the pictures of you framed across the walls, then he'll call you to ask a basic question you both know he could answer himself if he wasn't so desperate to hear your voice. Finally he'll find himself curled up in the comforting, familiar sheets of your bed, letting himself drift off in the feeling of safety and warmth that only a reminder of you can provide. Because even though Roman loves your apartment, he knows that being home isn't being in his favourite place, it's being with his favourite person.

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29 kiss prompt with Luffy??? Love your writing

Thank you! Love your request, I am always so down for writing for One Piece 🥰 your request is written here!

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Can I request for 46. out of envy or jealousy for Astarion with gender neutral s/o please?

Hi!! I have written your request here for you, thank you for sending it through 💕

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You asked for more Jamie and Roy requests so: ask and you shall receive! 9 for Roy and 31 for Jamie ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for sending this through! I have written your request for Roy here and I've added Jamie to my list for the other 🥰💕

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hi !! can I request for the number 32 of the kiss list for gun woo please? please update more about bloodhounds plisss 🫶🏻 and i know you said that u haven’t watched mr plankton but if you do please think about writing about hae jo 🙏🏻

Thank you so much for this request and message, I'm really enjoying my Bloodhounds fics atm 🥰 here is your request 💕

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your bloodhounds fics are absolutely perfect 😍 could you maybe do n. 38 from the kiss list with Woo Jin?

Thank you so much for this lovely message ❤️ I have written this request for you here, enjoy!

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This is sooo cute!

I love your writing so much aaaa (⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ

I need the monster trio's reaction to reader calling them "husband", could be an accident or intentional I just need it pls!!!! ( T﹏T )

pairings: monster trio x female reader

cw: reader is referred to as "wife", mention of suffocating/drowning in sanji's part, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!!

wc: 1.3k+

— (a/n): tysm!! <33 i like writing for one piece characters so I love it when I get more requests for them >.< also, so sorry if this feels boring or short!! :(( -> m.list

— LUFFY

Luffy loves it when you introduce him to new people, but he's usually too distracted to pay attention. Until you call him your husband.

The moment the word leaves your mouth, his face lights up.

He repeats it INSTANTLY, grinning ear to ear. "Husband? That's me, right? You mean me?"

If you try to play it off and say it was a mistake, he ignores your protests and laughs. If he likes it, he likes it. And you're gonna keep calling him that, no matter what!!

He immediately starts calling you "wife" in return, but in the most casual way, like it's completely normal.

He doesn't fully understand what marriage means in a traditional sense, but to him, being your husband means you're his person.

If the crew hears about it, they all would have different reactions. Zoro snorts, Nami fights the urge to roll her eyes, and Sanji almost faints in disbelief.

Luffy, however, is completely unbothered.

If you tell him later that you only said it as a slip up, he just smiles and says "But you could mean it, right?"

He doesn't let it go. He starts using it as an excuse to do things for you. "Husbands have to share their food."

*Cue him stealing from your plate instead*

He loves how you blush when he casually refers to himself as your husband mid conversation.

If you ever genuinely called him that again, he'd get the biggest grin ever and he won't stop talking about it for hours.

He doesn't care about official ceremonies or rings. If you called him your husband once, that's enough for him.

——— ☆

You were introducing the crew to a kind old shopkeeper on an island, someone who had been chatting with you warmly for the past few minutes.

"Oh, and this is my husband, Luffy." You added casually, not even realizing it until the words were already out. You meant captain, not husband. At least that's what you wanted to believe.

Luffy blinked, tilting his head to the side, before a wide grin formed on his lips. "Yeah, that's me, I'm her husband!"

Wait, what? You froze, stiffened, locked in place. Did he seriously just agree?

The shopkeeper chuckled, a warm smile glued to their lips. "Well, aren't you two adorable? How long have you been married for?"

You opened your mouth to correct them, but Luffy beat you to it. "Long enough!" He answered confidently, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

You looked at him, eyes wide, stunned. He just grinned at you, completely unbothered. You sighed, deciding to let it go. For now.

— ZORO

Zoro is not the type to get flustered easily, but calling him your husband? Yeah, that'll do it.

He'd be calm on the outside, but on the inside, he's replaying that moment over and over again.

If you called him that in front of strangers, like introducing him as your husband to avoid weirdos, he'd immediately go along with it.

He doesn't see the need to correct you. If you called him that, then fine. That's what he is now.

If someone asked when you got married, he'll just say "None of your business." and move on.

He secretly enjoys watching you get flustered after realizing what you said, trying to cover it up and say it was just a small mistake.

"Didn't know you were that eager to make it official."

If Sanji overheard, it would be war. "YOU?! HOW DARE YOU–" "Shut up, cook. She said it herself."

He says "cook" as if it's a slur.

If you apologized later for the slip up, he would just simply shrug, saying that it's just some words, but the slight redness on his ears would say otherwise.

He wouldn't bring it up much, but if someone else called him your boyfriend or anything else, he'd correct them. "Husband." No explanation.

Zoro starts to lowkey like the title, but he would NEVER admit it.

He doesn't joke about things like this. If you seriously wanted to be with him in that way, he'd take it 100% seriously.

If you actually bring up the idea of marriage later, he's going to instantly agree.

He starts calling you "wife" just to mess with you!!

——— ☆

You were traveling through a town when an unfamiliar man started hitting on you. He was persistent, and you were quickly running out of patience.

Then, without thinking, you gestured toward Zoro. "Sorry, I'm here with my husband." You sighed as the man's gaze followed the direction you were pointing at.

You immediately regretted it. Zoro turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. The man scowled but backed off, muttering an apology before walking away.

You exhaled in relief, until you felt Zoro's gaze on you.

"Husband, huh?" He muttered, amused.

Your face burned, heart beat quickening. "I just said that to get rid of him."

The corners of Zoro's lips tugged upwards, forming a smirk. "Didn't mind it." He kept walking like nothing happened, leaving you flustered.

— SANJI

Sanji freezes completely the second you call him your husband.

For a split second, he actually imagined it. Being your husband. Starting a family. Then his brain shut down.

If you were introducing him to someone that way, he'd try to act normal, but would fail miserably. "Y-Yes, that's right, I'm her– her– her husband, yes–"

His heart would be racing.

If you called him that to avoid someone flirting with you, he'd immediately play along, but also fall deeply in love with you all over again.

If you told him later it was just a slip up, a small and meaningless mistake, he would dramatically explain the feelings he had in that very second. "For a moment, I lived in paradise."

He would start calling you "my wife" at every opportunity. "Oh, my darling wife, allow me to–" "Sanji, stop."

If someone else flirted with you after that, he's quick to place himself in the middle of you and the other person. "I'm her husband, thanks."

I swear bro this man is SO sassy.

Sanji would start daydreaming about an actual wedding. He also gets more protective than usual, standing a little closer, guiding you with a hand on your back.

If you genuinely meant it, he'd be the happiest man alive.

He swears to be the best husband in the world, treat you amazingly, kiss the ground you walk on.

Sanji will never, ever forget the moment you called him that. The moment you called him your husband. Those words remain imprinted in his mind, locked in a special place.

——— ☆

You were in a crowded restaurant, and the waiter was getting a little bit too flirty for your liking. So, without thinking, you immediately decided to shut him down, but not directly. "My husband will have the same order as me."

Sanji knocked over his glass of water, almost choking as he coughed severely. You turned to see him frozen, eyes wide, face completely red. You groaned, pinching your nose bridge. Here we go...

"Say it again, love." Sanji literally sparkled, practically glowing. His eyes held a childish shine, which you couldn't help but describe as adorable.

You sighed. "It was just–"

"Say it again."

You buried your face in your hands, already feeling your heart beat increasing. Gosh, why did he have to be so handsome?

"Sanji, stop." You mumbled, resting your chin in your palm, elbow propped up on the table.

"My darling wife, please–"

"Sanji I swear that if you don't stop this, I will hold you down underwater and watch you suffocate."

"I wouldn't mind that one bit. Dying by your hands is an honor, sweetheart." He winked, smiling as he leaned in closer, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

He drove you insane. But in the best way possible.

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Write A Kiss Request: Woo Jin (Bloodhounds) x Reader ...a kiss because time's running out

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Woo Jin because times running out

He could barely hear the clang of the bells outside over his ragged breathing. He knew he'd be called up soon, if he hadn't been already, that he'd have to face what was waiting for him out there. But his muscles felt tense with his terror as he tried to take a step towards the door, only to find himself retreating further into the winding corridor of lockers around him.

It was his first boxing match after everything that had happened. He felt silly. The stakes were so much lower than the life and death events he'd faced over the last few months. This shouldn't even be registering with his nerves. Instead he could feel with heart hammering in his chest, the rush of blood pounding in his head as he settled onto a bench and hugged his knees up towards his torso, hoping if he could shrink himself enough then anyone who came looking for him would walk right past him.

"Woo Jin?" He didn't hesitate to lift his head as you called quietly from the door, sticking your head inside the apparently deserted locker room and scanning for your missing boyfriend. "Are you okay?" Your worried question was enough to elicit a small croak from his throat, his usual ability to find the perfect words for any situation failing him, along with his steadfast courage.

You followed the noise to the back corner of the room, heart dropping as you found Woo Jin huddled in on himself and barely able to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide and full of terror as you crouched in front of him, bringing one palm to either side of his face and stroking soothing lines over his jaw with your thumbs.

"What's wrong, my love?" You cooed softly, not even his favourite pet name bringing a smile to his desperate expression. He seemed to struggle to get out the words, worried about letting you down, even after everything you'd been through together.

"I'm scared." He finally admitted, his voice cracking as he spoke, and threatening to give way to tears if he elaborated any further.

"Oh Woo Jin." You encircled him in your arms the best you could, pulling him as tight to your chest as was manageable and tracing shapes across his back. "Of course you're scared, that makes perfect sense." Withdrawing ever so slightly from your grasp he searched your face for meaning, never ceasing to be amazed at how you seemed to know him better than he had ever known himself.

"It does?"

"It does. You've been through so much, and got so badly hurt last year. Boxing's not just a sport to you any more, it's something so much more serious. So now you're worried about how you might get hurt in this fight, or if you lose, is there something serious at stake? Your brain's just trying to keep you safe after spending so much time in danger." You clasped his bandaged hands together in yours, squeezing tightly. "But this is the safest fight you could do. There's nothing at stake, and there's padding and a referee and I'll be watching closely in case you need me." That did finally draw a smile from him as he seemed to melt into your touch, muscles becoming less tense with every word you spoke. "But if you still don't feel up to it, you don't have to do this. We can run out of the backdoor and you wouldn't even need to tell anyone." He laughed at the offer and shook his head, grateful to have you in his corner in every dangerous moment, and every mundane one too.

"I want to fight." He said resolutely, voice feeling a bit steadier as he clung to you. He knew he needed to get out there soon, but leaving your arms always felt like stepping out of the warmest bed on the coldest of mornings.

"I'm so proud of yo-" Your lips were interrupted by his, desperate and searching and trying to drink in every ounce of strength he got from being this close to you. Your faith in him was unwavering, even when he doubted himself. Your devotion so clear, even if Woo Jin found himself feeling somewhat undeserving half the time. But your relentless reassurance brought him back and helped him to see that he was exactly where he needed to be when he was with you. How he was the best version of himself when he had you in his corner, and how he could do anything if he knew it was you he was fighting for.

He tried to say this all with his kiss, time running out for him to confess all this to you with his preferred rambling sentiments. His hands clung to the fabric of your shirt as he pulled you in closer, capturing your lips again and again as his nose skimmed over yours, nuzzling affectionately until finally a wide, beaming smile returned to his face.

"After I win, I'm going to take you for a fancy dinner, like you deserve." His intense gaze was full of admiration and love as he took your hand and rose to his feet, ready to face anything as long as he could hold on to you.

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sooo you write for bloodhounds? 🤭

Yessss!! I love those boys, so very happy with the requests coming in for them 😍💗

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woo jin is so underrated 😹 thank you for doing him justice

This is so kind, thank you!! I have more woo Jin coming out today so watch this space 😘💖

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Write A Kiss Request: Gun Woo (Bloodhounds) x Reader ...a kiss to wake up

author's note: happy valentines day to all the lovers out there 💕 I got a few different requests for this combo so as a special treat I've made it a longer smut fic😇and I've got a Woo Jin fic coming this weekend too because I love you all💗

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Gun Woo to wake up

Warmth. It was always the first sensation you became aware of when waking up next to Gun Woo. His large, muscular body seemed to just exude heat as he clung to you in the night, one arm snaking around you every time you shifted so as to always keep you close. Before you had even opened your eyes to the glow building behind his curtains, you could feel yourself smile at the familiar, cosy feeling enveloping you.

It wasn't that long ago that Gun Woo had never had anyone but him in his bed, but as your friendship blossomed into so much more, you found yourself waking up here most mornings at this point. You knew how much it meant to Gun Woo to have a little apartment to himself these days, but you couldn't ever fully understand just how much it meant to him to have you there to make it really feel like a home. After a life of service and supporting others, having something so perfect just for himself brought Gun Woo a solace and a joy that wove from his waking moments all the way into his dreams.

You could feel Gun Woo shifting behind you as his arm wrapped more tightly over your waist, his hips rolling against yours with devilish intent you assumed meant he had just woken up too.

"Good morning Gun Woo," you chuckled quietly as you felt him rut against you again, hard length rubbing over your ass as his hips sought desperate friction. You pushed yourself back against him, adding a little more pressure and drawing a strangled moan from his lips. You loved hearing Gun Woo sighing out your name when the two of you were entwined, but something about the way it fell from his lips this time sounded different. Keeping yourself pressed as close to him as possible as you moved, you turned around to face your sweet-hearted boyfriend. You watched his brow crease slightly as he whimpered at the loss of contact, his arm trying to tighten its grasp further. He looked so adorable, reaching for you with his eyes clenched shut, half asleep but still only able to conjure thoughts of you. Even in his dreams your body was the one he craved, your company the only thing sweet enough to fill his sleeping thoughts. He whined out your name again as he rubbed himself against you now that you faced him, the yearning in his sleepy groans stirring a heat inside you that spurred you forwards.

Wrapping your top leg over his waist to let him feel a little more of you, you worked your hips against him again, letting his increasingly needy moans drive him closer to finally opening his eyes. You waited for his lips to momentarily close between sighs, and leant in to wake him with a kiss. You could feel him shift from his dreams to reality as he stilled against you for a moment and then greedily captured your lips, his sweetest dreams not able to do justice to the feeling of your soft lips on his. His tongue plunged into your mouth sloppily as his moans only grew louder now that he could feel exactly how close to the edge he had driven himself by just rubbing against you. Gun Woo might have been embarrassed by how worked up he could get from just waking up beside you, but as he rolled you onto your back and climbed on top of you, the mischievous smile spreading across your face meant he could only think about one thing.

Hungry lips crashed down on top of yours as you felt his hand trail over your stomach and under the waistband of your shorts. Gun Woo groaned into your mouth as his fingers skimmed over your warm, wet folds, the feeling of his bulge rubbing against you enough to have your own excitement building. One finger slipped easily inside you, your back arching up towards him in response and bringing your thigh to graze against his aching length, only reminding him of his own desperate want.

"Uuh, good morning, I -, thank you for, uhh, sleeping over." He groaned out his words in stuttered breath, his hips bucking against your thigh, searching desperately for relief as his fingers explored you. A second finger slipped inside you as his thumb found your clit, your own excitement coating his hand and making every sweeping graze feel like silky perfection. You feel him smiling against your kiss as he rubbed his fingers against your walls, drinking in every noise he drew from your lips so proudly that he thought his heart might burst. There was no better feeling for Gun Woo than making you feel good, desperate to show you the endless love that you had showed him and make sure you felt every drop of appreciation he had for you.

"Woo, I-" You moaned out before he captured your lips again, his rhythmic touches on your sensitive bud quickly bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel him grinding desperately against your thigh, his frantic movements nearing release as he groaned your name against your lips. You watched his face contort in ecstasy as his hips spluttered against you, warmth spreading through his pyjamas and against your thigh as he spilled himself, unable to hold back his pure pleasure at being so closed to you.

Watching the huge, statuesque boxer reach his peak and ride it out against your thigh was so hot, and made you feel so powerful and desired that you very quickly followed against his working fingers, your hips chasing his touch as wave after wave of bliss seemed to spread from the warmth he stirred inside you. His expert movements didn't slow until you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to find your waist, his strength effortlessly pulling you onto his chest so you could stare down at his smiling face. His cheeks were flushed and his grin was so wide that his eyes were almost squinted shut to make room for it, his chest rising and falling under you as he pulled your lips to his again. Soft and sweeter this time, like you were the sun he rose with in the mornings and the stars the settled him down in the night.

"I like waking up with you." He beamed out happily, running a broad hand down your back and wondering if he could convince you to forgo any plans in favour of spending the rest of the day in bed with him.

"I like being the one to wake you up." You replied warmly, letting him pull you in for another kiss, and hoping you could convince him to spend the whole day here in bed with you.

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Write A Kiss Request: Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) x Reader ...a kiss out of jealousy

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...a kiss from Astarion out of jealousy

He didn't like that your path had led you here. It felt wrong to have all these lustful eyes on you. He wanted to tear down every creature that watched as you navigated the halls of this godforsaken place. He wondered what price you could charge if you were so inclined. He expected men would gather every scrap of gold in the kingdom to take you into one of Sharess' Caress's private rooms and feel the warmth of your skin. Astarion certainly would.

You could feel him draw closer to you as you walked up the stairs, you ever loyal vampire closing the slightest gap between you every time one formed. He was always protective, if not a little needy, but you could also feel rage and insecurity exuding from him in equal measure as you passed each room of sordid activity. Unfortunately it wasn't romance, or even lust, that brought you here.

"Oh good, my favourite little plaything, and his shiny new pet." Raphael cooed as you opened the door to his chamber, Astarion all but clinging to you as entered the silky, crimson room. Ornately decorated and completely without heart or soul, his private room was an echo of the devil in front of you; all style but no taste.

"What exactly do you want now?" You cut to the chase, the level of apathy in your voice causing Astarion to smirk as his previous captor feigned offense at the comment.

"Maybe I was thinking we could revisit my offer of salvation for you all." Raphael said innocently, seeming undeterred by all the times you'd shot him down when you crossed his path. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, getting ready to turn back to the door that led you to him. "Or!" He interrupted, setting a hand on your shoulder before you could take a step, "Maybe I just wanted to show you my little slice of paradise." You raised an eyebrow at his suddenly friendly tone, Astarian's agitation building behind you as his eyes fixed to the hand on your shoulder.

How dare Raphael touch you! His hands have brought nothing but pain and despair for centuries, while you embody everything good. Selune's light should have kept him from ever getting this close to you, his devilish grip threatening to marr you forever. It wasn't right, it had taken weeks for Astarion to build up the courage to take your hand in his one night, offering you safety and comfort in his touch, while Raphael only knew how to take those things away.

"You call this paradise?" Astarion spat out, running a finger over the nearest surface and pretending to find a concerning amount of grime in the action.

"You always were a simple creature, Astarion." Raphael dismissed him, attention solely focused on you as he spoke, "I assure you, the real paradise is everything we could do in this room together. I could show you unparalleled pleasures no mortal man could ever draw from you, one night with me, my sweet, and you will forget all about your little friends." He played his free hand lightly on your waist, face drawing closer to yours as you considered his words, "We both know you've caught my interest, little hero, and you can't pretend it hasn't crossed your mind."

Astarion could taste blood in his mouth as he bit his tongue, warmth that had been absent for centuries boiling up in his chest as he watched his tormentor undress you with his eyes, threatening to take the one thing Astarion thought might finally be his salvation. He wanted to kill him. He wanted to take you far away from here. He took three steps forward before his mind could catch up to which action he had decided on.

You could feel Astarion draw closer as you sidestepped Raphael's hands before they could start exploring of their own accord, hoping the sheer disgust and contempt plastered across your face would make up for how lost for words you were at his unwanted advances. You knew how much pain and betrayal Astarion must be feeling at even the idea you might want anything to do with Rapheal, turning to apologise but caught off guard by the strong grip of two vampiric hands.

He hadn't planned for this to happen, and he resented that Raphael would forever be a part of this memory, but he couldn't let another second pass with claiming what he knew in his heart was rightfully his. Smooth, cold lips captured yours as his arms gripped you tighter, snaking around your waist until you were pressed flush against him. You were almost lifted off the ground by the strength of his embrace, desperate and wanting and at the same time full of uncertainty. It wasn't until you draped your arms over his shoulders and let your fingertips trail down his back that you felt his hope turn to pure adoration, cheeks twisting in a tight smile as he captured your lips again.

You withdrew with a small laugh as you took a breath, reminded of your surroundings when a slightly thrown Raphael cleared his throat in an expectant gesture. Taking Astarion's hand, you turned your back to the tall crimson beast, smirking as you didn't even offer him eye contact as you left,

"Sorry Raphael, once again I've just had a much better offer."

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Kiss It Better (Gun Woo Bloodhounds Request)

Pairing: Gun Woo (Bloodhounds) x F!Reader

Rating: Smut (Gender neutral pronouns throughout by AFAB for smut purposes)

Word Count: 4k 💘💘💘💘

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone sending in lovely messages about my Bloodhounds content! Doing all the 'write a kiss' requests for Gun Woo has completely put me back in my Bloodhounds era so I wanted to write a more substantial smut request for everyone who's right there with me :) Enjoy and let me know if you want more!

Kiss It Better

It wasn't so much a knock at the door that drove you to your feet, as much as it was one loud bang. Like someone had slumped most of their weight against the door, and wasn't going to shift until you let them in. There was only one man who so routinely showed up to your little apartment that you barely had to peek through the peephole to confirm your suspicions.

"Gun Woo!"

You answered warmly, unlatching the door and subconsciously swinging it wide enough for him to step inside even as you spoke at its threshold. You could see a bag in each of his hands, the reason he had had such trouble knocking, and a fresh pattern of bruises down his muscular arms. You frowned as your gaze followed the purple marks along his arms and up to his jaw, which immediately relaxed into a smile as your eyes met his.

"Good evening, I came to drop off your pay from Mr Oh, and my mother insisted I bring you some of her cooking in case you aren't eating well." Gun Woo bowed his head as he finished the explanation, extending both arms out towards you slowly. Your fingertips brushed over his as you took each bag from his hands, his calloused boxers' knuckles grazing against you with the slightest of sparks.

"Thank you Gun Woo, and please thank your mother for me." You replied warmly, wishing you could think of something else to say to keep him grinning at you a moment longer. As his arms drew back towards his sides you saw him flinch slightly, his eyes creasing shut for just a moment, the slightest wince flashing across his face. "Gun Woo, are you hurt?" He looked genuinely moved by your worry, quickly shaking his head in reassurance as he sighed out,

"I'm not hurt, don't worry. I just ache from training today, that's all." You had never seen the statuesque man show an ounce of discomfort, pushing through gruelling pain and conditions whenever the situation called for it, so you couldn't help but want to tend to him in the rare moment of vulnerability.

"Please will you come in? I want to help, I know what to do?" You knew Gun Woo wouldn't accept help unless you pleaded with him to, coaxing him through the door with a wave of your hand and giving him your hopeful expression. He seemed to weigh up your offer for a second, wincing in pain again as he moved to rub the back of his neck in thought and deciding the slight imposition would be worth it for not only his aching muscles, but his aching heart. The truth was Gun Woo was always volunteering to bring things to you, or finding reasons to stop by your little place. Seeing you was the highlight of his week every single week, your warm smile and welcoming home stirring up a longing inside him that he could barely contain as he took a few tentative steps through the door and cautiously removed his shoes.

He watched, full of curiosity, as you pulled one of the cushions off your couch and placed it carefully on the floor right in front of it.

"Sit. Please." You commanded sweetly, watching colour flush into Gun Woo's cheeks at being told what to do, the boxer hurrying towards you and settling cross-legged on the pillow, staring up at you in wonder. "You need to face the other way." You had to fight back a chuckle at his slight frown as he turned away from you, leaving you space to settle yourself on the sofa behind him, your legs framing his broad shoulders so you could shift yourself as close to his back as possible. "Now just relax." You sighed out softly as you lightly placed a hand on each of his shoulders, feeling him tense up immediately just as you expected. You let your hands sit motionless for a few seconds as you felt Gun Woo fight his every instinct to stay alert and tightly wound, his shoulders feeling heavy even under your light touch. But he didn't move away, or say anything to indicate you should stop, so you cautiously took it a little bit further. Using your thumbs to apply the slightest pressure you dragged your hands over his shoulders and down his back, framing his spine with your touch and being rewarded by hearing Gun Woo let out a sigh that reverberated through his whole being. You repeated the sweeping motion, adding a little more force with your fingertips this time, feeling the dense muscles slightly relax under your touch, his breath slowly easing out again as you moved. Your thumbs grazed over the back of his neck as they followed the shape of him, the man between your legs letting out a soft breathy moan at the contact that had his eyes darting open and his back bolting upright.

"You know you don't have to do this." He mumbled softly, already sounding disappointed by the thought you might take him up on the offer of stopping.

"I know Woo, but I want to. Does it feel nice?" Between the casual pet name and your fingers still brushing over his neck, Gun Woo's head was swimming. Having your hands rubbing over him felt a lot better than nice, every nerve in his body simultaneously setting alight and feeling more soothed than they had in years. He was worried if he tried to respond his voice would betray just how good you felt, so instead he settled for nodding his head and letting you continue your efforts.

Satisfied he was happy with his situation, you added a little more pressure, sweeping your hands over the full width of his shoulders, making sure to add soft circles with your thumbs as your fingers kneaded into his aching flesh. You had never touched someone so massive or so muscular, the feel of his every bulging muscle tangible even through his t-shirt, your fingers spread wide to try and soothe as much of him as possible. You heard his gentle sighs slip occasionally into soft moans as he settled into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and lips falling open, gently parted to let out every sweet noise.

It wasn't only Gun Woo the massage was having an effect on, a tension forming inside you that made you wish you could squeeze your legs together instead of keeping your knees either side of his arms. He looked so gorgeous, finally relaxed for the first time you could remember, face at ease, his body swaying back towards you as if chasing your every touch. You couldn't imagine him letting himself be this close to anyone else, your heartbeat picking up as you let your little finger brush against the soft skin of his biceps as your hands trailed over his arms.

Gun Woo was as close to heaven as he could ever remember being, a warmth stirring in his gut he couldn't quite place, each little noise slipping through his lips without him being able to stop it. Even with his eyes closed all he could see was you, hardly able to believe this was really happening. He couldn't help but think how good your touch would feel on every part of him, how good it would feel to take your place and rub his strong hands all over you for as long as you'd let him.

You noticed just how much Gun Woo was enjoying your touch before he did, his light coloured sweatpants doing very little to obscure the substantial bulge growing between his legs. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting back a whine at the thought of all of that fitting inside you, your core aching at the just the thought of climbing on top of him. Your caressing hands slowed enough for Gun Woo to come back to reality and realise what part of him had taken over throbbing the most now his muscles were relaxed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, infinitely apologetic and completely lost for words. He wished he was as charming as Woo Jin, that he could pass it off as a compliment and not make a big deal out of it. He was sure you'd like him more if he was better with his words. Luckily, you were used to how selectively he chose to speak, and had a much better response than he ever could have come up with,

"I can help with too, if you want Woo." The affectionate shortening of his name had his pulse quickening again, the slight smirk on your otherwise kind face drawing him in as you patted the sofa beside you. He used his arms to pull himself up onto the seat next to you, his muscles no longer crying out with so much else taking up his attention. He watched wide eyed as you placed one hand lightly over his, looking at him with pure sincerity, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but - "

"I want to." He cut you off before he could overthink it, the words as terrifying as they were natural as they spilled from his lips, "I want to with you I mean. I just - I haven't before. I'm not sure what to do." He looked so bashful as he squeezed your hand hopefully, clinging to you in the hopes you wouldn't leave now that you knew this was all new to him. It was almost too endearing, this greek god of a man looking up at you with pleading eyes and such obvious desire growing between his thighs, your heart fluttering as you smiled and moved to straddle his lap. His thighs felt so warm and firm under yours, his chest grazing against yours with every heaving breath he took, hands hovering just beside you as if unable to cross some invisible boundary without your permission.

"You can touch me Gun Woo." You spoke softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to read how much of the expression on his face was fear and how much was lust. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded quickly, head darting forwards to find your lips, not wanting to waste a single precious second of what was turning into the happiest night of his life. He was timid at first, each gentle peck leading to a slightly longer one, a little more pressure added each time as he got a taste for you. As one of his hands settled on the small of your back you took it a step further, scraping your nails over the back of his neck and feeling him moan into your kiss. With his lips parted your traced your tongue over his, feeling him tentatively respond by slipping his tongue between your lips, sending butterflies fluttering through your core. Thrilled by the sensation of exploring your kiss, he brought his free hand to cup your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could be slightly more forceful, hungrily capturing your lips again and again like they might sustain him the rest of his life. His arm wrapped more tightly over your waist, pulling your hips closer to his and dragging your centre over his aching bulge. A deep groan erupted from his lips at the sensation, his head rolling back as you repeated the motion, grinding down against him with more pressure so you could feel him twitch in response. A strangled moan of your name escaped his lips and he lifted his head to watch you again, lips swollen from your kiss and eyes desperately pleading with you to use him however you liked.

You held the edge of his t-shirt and lifted it slightly, Gun Woo quickly taking the hint and tugging it over his head, flinging it aside in one smooth motion. You let your hands run down his chest, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch, the sight of him threatening to take your quivering breath away. You rolled your hips again, this time bringing your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking as he let out needy whimpers each time your lips moved to a new spot. You tried adding a little pressure with your teeth, leaving a purple mark in the middle of chest that had him squirming in his seat. As your tongue traced over his nipple you could feel his thighs start to shake underneath you, the usually stoic man coming completely undone before you'd even gotten him fully undressed. Worried about where his body was heading, Gun Woo firmly gripped your hips, stopping your addictive movements and looking at you very seriously as he spoke,

"Can I touch you? Will you show me how?" He tripped over the words, building excitement and nerves getting the better of him as you nodded and planted another kiss squarely on his chest before climbing off his lap. You felt strangely exposed as you pulled your shorts down and let them fall to your feet, not because you thought Gun Woo was going to judge you, but because it made you realise just how wet you were from grinding against him. Your folds were glistening in the night air as you tugged your shirt over your head and let Gun Woo take in the full sight of you. His jaw hung slack as he drank in every inch of you, his lips trembling slightly as you straddled his hips again. This time the feel of his sweatpants against your sensitive pussy sent a shiver through your spine, Gun Woo watching every movement intently as he brought his hands to settle on your thighs. Waiting for your nod of encouragement, he let one hand drift higher, callous fingers tracing shapes on your inner thigh that had biting your lip in anticipation. Slowly he drew closer to your centre, one finger finally making contact with your glistening lips and slipping between them. From the slight smile on his face you thought he must have known what it meant that you were so wet already, his finger easily slipping inside you before withdrawing and tracing the outline of your folds. His every movement so was slow and curious, it was like blissful torture, each teasing moment of contact only building the anticipation fluttering inside you as he watched your face curiously for guidance. When his finger circled over your clit, you let out a needy moan, back arching slightly in a way that had your chest leaning towards him. He repeated the motion, pleased to hear the same noise slip from your lips, your chest bouncing slightly in place as your body jolted from the pleasure. He positioned his thumb over the sensitive spot, finding a steady rhythm of firm circles as two of his fingers slipped inside you.

"Right there Gun Woo!" You whined out as you felt the undeniable climb of the pressure inside you, wondering if there was anything this boy wasn't a natural at. Spurred on by hearing the way you said his name, Gun Woo pushed his fingers slightly deeper inside you massaging you walls and feeling the way your thighs started to shake in response, your pleas of encouragement dissolving quickly into panting moans. Eyes glued to the way your chest gently bounced in front of him, he latched his mouth onto one of your breasts, tongue flicking over one nipple and his free hand moved to knead and squeeze the other. It was so much delicious sensation all at once, every inch of your body sparkling with excitement as you felt the heat inside you reach its precipice, the steady rhythm of his fingers bringing you over the edge in a powerful wave of bliss that had you moaning out his name again and again. He could feel the clench of your walls around his fingers, not daring to stop or change his movements as you rode out of your pleasure, his hungry lips exploring your chest and dragging out your ecstacy, straight into another build up with no sign of slowing.

Gun Woo wished he could do this forever, feeling the reaction of your body to his touch and watching the effect he could have on you. He wanted to train at it like he did with boxing, until he was the best he could be, putting in as many hours as it took to make you feel as incredible as he felt right now. It was getting overwhelming riding his fingers as he pawed your chest, the pressure threatening to build inside you again at an almost intimidating pace.

"Woo," You whined out, the pet name only encouraging him to slip a third finger inside you and pump his wrist a little quicker, your head swimming as you tried to remember why you were going to interrupt him. Your hips rocked against his palm, grazing over his substantial bulge and pulling you back to your initial desperate need to feel him. "Gun Woo." You put your hand on his wrist and he paused his movements and withdrew his hand, frowning as needy whine spilled out of you as your building pleasure eased. "I want to feel you now." You watched the gears turn in his mind as he considered your words, at the same time slowly bringing his glistening fingers up to his lips and tentatively sucking one in a motion that almost finished you off entirely. Pleased with his action he slipped another finger between his lips, before replying, "Can I taste you more?"

You were sure you could feel yourself dripping from the question alone, thanking whatever fate had conspired to bring him to your home tonight and praying it wouldn't be the last time.

"We can try that another time." His face lit up at the suggestion of this happening again, your heart hammering at the thought of Gun Woo becoming even more of a regular visitor to your place. "But right now I want to feel you inside me." You ran your palm over the length of the outline threatening to burst through his pants, watching him squirm in response before you added, "If that's what you want."

Once again lost for words Gun Woo effortlessly lifted you from his lap and placed you back on the couch, pulling down his sweatpants which now had a wet patch glistening over his crotch, and stepping out of them to reveal himself to you. He looked almost self-conscious as you stared at his impressive length, core pulsing at the thought of feeling all of him inside you. Without thinking you licked your lips, giving Gun Woo just enough confidence to move closer, climbing over you until your back met the couch cushions, one arm framing your face as the other ran the leaking tip of his cock over your folds. He waited for you to nod again, leaning down to kiss you greedily before starting to push slightly inside you. You watched his face contort as he stopped almost immediately, eyes clenched shut, muscles tensing above you.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, relieved when he quickly nodded, grunting out through an almost pained expression.

"You just feel so good. So soft and warm and perfect. And I -" He had to stop himself before he got carried away, and you couldn't help but feel even more turned on at how hard he was having to try not to cum the moment he entered you. You placed a cluster of soft kisses on his cheek, but otherwise stayed motionless until after a few moments he started to drive his hips forwards again. You knew it would feel different being with such a big man, but the way he filled you so completely, his body completely covering yours, it was incredible. Every sense was captivated by him form, his body engulfing yours as he drew closer. When he finally bottomed out inside you, he quickly withdrew, groaning out loud at the sensation as he pulled out of you, only to slam his hips against yours again. He had the control and strength of an athlete in his prime, every motion smooth and powerful and leaving you gasping for breath at the sheer intensity of it. Being with him was all consuming, every thought and breath crying out 'Gun Woo'. His lips couldn't get enough of yours, swallowing every whine and moan his thrusts drew from you, each noise just spurring him on to give you everything he had.

You could feel him straining for control as his snaked a hand over your hip to find your sensitive button again, strumming quick brushes over your clit in time with his hips, adding yet more overwhelming sensation. Your mind was crying out for him as his scent flooded your senses, and every inch of your skin was pressed against his, so wrapped up in his strong arms and yet feeling completely in control as his pleading eyes met yours.

"I'm -" He choked out in a desperate beg, your name quickly following it as his lips crashed down on yours. As his thighs started to clench you could feel the coil inside you start to quickly tighten again, the second release you were so close to reaching on his fingers coming fast and threatening to be even more overwhelming than the first. You tried to let him know how close you were, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked into his desperate eyes, the tension inside you snapped and all you could do was cling to him as your whole body shook with the pleasurable relief. The feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his throbbing dick was by far the best thing Gun Woo had ever felt as he spilled inside you, hammering his hips into you again and again. Each shift of his hips only dragged more pleasure out inside of you, tipping him over the edge again as a fresh wave of bliss seemed to spill out of him, cumming more than he ever had when left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that had been so frequently of you, and yet they hadn't even begun to do justice to the incredible ecstasy he felt as he all but collapsed on top of you, completely spent and even more in love than when he arrived.

You lifted one hand to brush the hair out of Gun Woo's face, heart melting at the gentle smile that had replaced his frantic look of desperation. He leant down to kiss you again, more sweetly this time, lust giving way to love, his affections clear as you leant up and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. He burst into a giggle at the gesture, using his leveraged position above you to pepper your face with kisses, loyally returning to your lips before too long. He was sure he would have had the best night ever even if you just kissed him tonight.

"You are amazing. Was I okay?" He breathed out in a warm laugh, unsure if the euphoria of the situation was typical of the afterglow, or if this felt as special to you as it did to him.

"You're amazing too, Gun Woo." You stroked his face in reassurance, hoping his first time with you wouldn't be the last. "Do your aches feel better now?" You teased, running your hand down the length of his spine and watching him nod fiercely, grin spread from cheek to cheek.

"I promise, I've never felt better."

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Kiss It Better (Gun Woo Bloodhounds Request)

Pairing: Gun Woo (Bloodhounds) x F!Reader

Rating: Smut (Gender neutral pronouns throughout by AFAB for smut purposes)

Word Count: 4k 💘💘💘💘

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone sending in lovely messages about my Bloodhounds content! Doing all the 'write a kiss' requests for Gun Woo has completely put me back in my Bloodhounds era so I wanted to write a more substantial smut request for everyone who's right there with me :) Enjoy and let me know if you want more!

Kiss It Better

It wasn't so much a knock at the door that drove you to your feet, as much as it was one loud bang. Like someone had slumped most of their weight against the door, and wasn't going to shift until you let them in. There was only one man who so routinely showed up to your little apartment that you barely had to peek through the peephole to confirm your suspicions.

"Gun Woo!"

You answered warmly, unlatching the door and subconsciously swinging it wide enough for him to step inside even as you spoke at its threshold. You could see a bag in each of his hands, the reason he had had such trouble knocking, and a fresh pattern of bruises down his muscular arms. You frowned as your gaze followed the purple marks along his arms and up to his jaw, which immediately relaxed into a smile as your eyes met his.

"Good evening, I came to drop off your pay from Mr Oh, and my mother insisted I bring you some of her cooking in case you aren't eating well." Gun Woo bowed his head as he finished the explanation, extending both arms out towards you slowly. Your fingertips brushed over his as you took each bag from his hands, his calloused boxers' knuckles grazing against you with the slightest of sparks.

"Thank you Gun Woo, and please thank your mother for me." You replied warmly, wishing you could think of something else to say to keep him grinning at you a moment longer. As his arms drew back towards his sides you saw him flinch slightly, his eyes creasing shut for just a moment, the slightest wince flashing across his face. "Gun Woo, are you hurt?" He looked genuinely moved by your worry, quickly shaking his head in reassurance as he sighed out,

"I'm not hurt, don't worry. I just ache from training today, that's all." You had never seen the statuesque man show an ounce of discomfort, pushing through gruelling pain and conditions whenever the situation called for it, so you couldn't help but want to tend to him in the rare moment of vulnerability.

"Please will you come in? I want to help, I know what to do?" You knew Gun Woo wouldn't accept help unless you pleaded with him to, coaxing him through the door with a wave of your hand and giving him your hopeful expression. He seemed to weigh up your offer for a second, wincing in pain again as he moved to rub the back of his neck in thought and deciding the slight imposition would be worth it for not only his aching muscles, but his aching heart. The truth was Gun Woo was always volunteering to bring things to you, or finding reasons to stop by your little place. Seeing you was the highlight of his week every single week, your warm smile and welcoming home stirring up a longing inside him that he could barely contain as he took a few tentative steps through the door and cautiously removed his shoes.

He watched, full of curiosity, as you pulled one of the cushions off your couch and placed it carefully on the floor right in front of it.

"Sit. Please." You commanded sweetly, watching colour flush into Gun Woo's cheeks at being told what to do, the boxer hurrying towards you and settling cross-legged on the pillow, staring up at you in wonder. "You need to face the other way." You had to fight back a chuckle at his slight frown as he turned away from you, leaving you space to settle yourself on the sofa behind him, your legs framing his broad shoulders so you could shift yourself as close to his back as possible. "Now just relax." You sighed out softly as you lightly placed a hand on each of his shoulders, feeling him tense up immediately just as you expected. You let your hands sit motionless for a few seconds as you felt Gun Woo fight his every instinct to stay alert and tightly wound, his shoulders feeling heavy even under your light touch. But he didn't move away, or say anything to indicate you should stop, so you cautiously took it a little bit further. Using your thumbs to apply the slightest pressure you dragged your hands over his shoulders and down his back, framing his spine with your touch and being rewarded by hearing Gun Woo let out a sigh that reverberated through his whole being. You repeated the sweeping motion, adding a little more force with your fingertips this time, feeling the dense muscles slightly relax under your touch, his breath slowly easing out again as you moved. Your thumbs grazed over the back of his neck as they followed the shape of him, the man between your legs letting out a soft breathy moan at the contact that had his eyes darting open and his back bolting upright.

"You know you don't have to do this." He mumbled softly, already sounding disappointed by the thought you might take him up on the offer of stopping.

"I know Woo, but I want to. Does it feel nice?" Between the casual pet name and your fingers still brushing over his neck, Gun Woo's head was swimming. Having your hands rubbing over him felt a lot better than nice, every nerve in his body simultaneously setting alight and feeling more soothed than they had in years. He was worried if he tried to respond his voice would betray just how good you felt, so instead he settled for nodding his head and letting you continue your efforts.

Satisfied he was happy with his situation, you added a little more pressure, sweeping your hands over the full width of his shoulders, making sure to add soft circles with your thumbs as your fingers kneaded into his aching flesh. You had never touched someone so massive or so muscular, the feel of his every bulging muscle tangible even through his t-shirt, your fingers spread wide to try and soothe as much of him as possible. You heard his gentle sighs slip occasionally into soft moans as he settled into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and lips falling open, gently parted to let out every sweet noise.

It wasn't only Gun Woo the massage was having an effect on, a tension forming inside you that made you wish you could squeeze your legs together instead of keeping your knees either side of his arms. He looked so gorgeous, finally relaxed for the first time you could remember, face at ease, his body swaying back towards you as if chasing your every touch. You couldn't imagine him letting himself be this close to anyone else, your heartbeat picking up as you let your little finger brush against the soft skin of his biceps as your hands trailed over his arms.

Gun Woo was as close to heaven as he could ever remember being, a warmth stirring in his gut he couldn't quite place, each little noise slipping through his lips without him being able to stop it. Even with his eyes closed all he could see was you, hardly able to believe this was really happening. He couldn't help but think how good your touch would feel on every part of him, how good it would feel to take your place and rub his strong hands all over you for as long as you'd let him.

You noticed just how much Gun Woo was enjoying your touch before he did, his light coloured sweatpants doing very little to obscure the substantial bulge growing between his legs. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting back a whine at the thought of all of that fitting inside you, your core aching at the just the thought of climbing on top of him. Your caressing hands slowed enough for Gun Woo to come back to reality and realise what part of him had taken over throbbing the most now his muscles were relaxed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, infinitely apologetic and completely lost for words. He wished he was as charming as Woo Jin, that he could pass it off as a compliment and not make a big deal out of it. He was sure you'd like him more if he was better with his words. Luckily, you were used to how selectively he chose to speak, and had a much better response than he ever could have come up with,

"I can help with too, if you want Woo." The affectionate shortening of his name had his pulse quickening again, the slight smirk on your otherwise kind face drawing him in as you patted the sofa beside you. He used his arms to pull himself up onto the seat next to you, his muscles no longer crying out with so much else taking up his attention. He watched wide eyed as you placed one hand lightly over his, looking at him with pure sincerity, "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but - "

"I want to." He cut you off before he could overthink it, the words as terrifying as they were natural as they spilled from his lips, "I want to with you I mean. I just - I haven't before. I'm not sure what to do." He looked so bashful as he squeezed your hand hopefully, clinging to you in the hopes you wouldn't leave now that you knew this was all new to him. It was almost too endearing, this greek god of a man looking up at you with pleading eyes and such obvious desire growing between his thighs, your heart fluttering as you smiled and moved to straddle his lap. His thighs felt so warm and firm under yours, his chest grazing against yours with every heaving breath he took, hands hovering just beside you as if unable to cross some invisible boundary without your permission.

"You can touch me Gun Woo." You spoke softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to read how much of the expression on his face was fear and how much was lust. "Can I kiss you?"

He nodded quickly, head darting forwards to find your lips, not wanting to waste a single precious second of what was turning into the happiest night of his life. He was timid at first, each gentle peck leading to a slightly longer one, a little more pressure added each time as he got a taste for you. As one of his hands settled on the small of your back you took it a step further, scraping your nails over the back of his neck and feeling him moan into your kiss. With his lips parted your traced your tongue over his, feeling him tentatively respond by slipping his tongue between your lips, sending butterflies fluttering through your core. Thrilled by the sensation of exploring your kiss, he brought his free hand to cup your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could be slightly more forceful, hungrily capturing your lips again and again like they might sustain him the rest of his life. His arm wrapped more tightly over your waist, pulling your hips closer to his and dragging your centre over his aching bulge. A deep groan erupted from his lips at the sensation, his head rolling back as you repeated the motion, grinding down against him with more pressure so you could feel him twitch in response. A strangled moan of your name escaped his lips and he lifted his head to watch you again, lips swollen from your kiss and eyes desperately pleading with you to use him however you liked.

You held the edge of his t-shirt and lifted it slightly, Gun Woo quickly taking the hint and tugging it over his head, flinging it aside in one smooth motion. You let your hands run down his chest, feeling his muscles flex beneath your touch, the sight of him threatening to take your quivering breath away. You rolled your hips again, this time bringing your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking as he let out needy whimpers each time your lips moved to a new spot. You tried adding a little pressure with your teeth, leaving a purple mark in the middle of chest that had him squirming in his seat. As your tongue traced over his nipple you could feel his thighs start to shake underneath you, the usually stoic man coming completely undone before you'd even gotten him fully undressed. Worried about where his body was heading, Gun Woo firmly gripped your hips, stopping your addictive movements and looking at you very seriously as he spoke,

"Can I touch you? Will you show me how?" He tripped over the words, building excitement and nerves getting the better of him as you nodded and planted another kiss squarely on his chest before climbing off his lap. You felt strangely exposed as you pulled your shorts down and let them fall to your feet, not because you thought Gun Woo was going to judge you, but because it made you realise just how wet you were from grinding against him. Your folds were glistening in the night air as you tugged your shirt over your head and let Gun Woo take in the full sight of you. His jaw hung slack as he drank in every inch of you, his lips trembling slightly as you straddled his hips again. This time the feel of his sweatpants against your sensitive pussy sent a shiver through your spine, Gun Woo watching every movement intently as he brought his hands to settle on your thighs. Waiting for your nod of encouragement, he let one hand drift higher, callous fingers tracing shapes on your inner thigh that had biting your lip in anticipation. Slowly he drew closer to your centre, one finger finally making contact with your glistening lips and slipping between them. From the slight smile on his face you thought he must have known what it meant that you were so wet already, his finger easily slipping inside you before withdrawing and tracing the outline of your folds. His every movement so was slow and curious, it was like blissful torture, each teasing moment of contact only building the anticipation fluttering inside you as he watched your face curiously for guidance. When his finger circled over your clit, you let out a needy moan, back arching slightly in a way that had your chest leaning towards him. He repeated the motion, pleased to hear the same noise slip from your lips, your chest bouncing slightly in place as your body jolted from the pleasure. He positioned his thumb over the sensitive spot, finding a steady rhythm of firm circles as two of his fingers slipped inside you.

"Right there Gun Woo!" You whined out as you felt the undeniable climb of the pressure inside you, wondering if there was anything this boy wasn't a natural at. Spurred on by hearing the way you said his name, Gun Woo pushed his fingers slightly deeper inside you massaging you walls and feeling the way your thighs started to shake in response, your pleas of encouragement dissolving quickly into panting moans. Eyes glued to the way your chest gently bounced in front of him, he latched his mouth onto one of your breasts, tongue flicking over one nipple and his free hand moved to knead and squeeze the other. It was so much delicious sensation all at once, every inch of your body sparkling with excitement as you felt the heat inside you reach its precipice, the steady rhythm of his fingers bringing you over the edge in a powerful wave of bliss that had you moaning out his name again and again. He could feel the clench of your walls around his fingers, not daring to stop or change his movements as you rode out of your pleasure, his hungry lips exploring your chest and dragging out your ecstacy, straight into another build up with no sign of slowing.

Gun Woo wished he could do this forever, feeling the reaction of your body to his touch and watching the effect he could have on you. He wanted to train at it like he did with boxing, until he was the best he could be, putting in as many hours as it took to make you feel as incredible as he felt right now. It was getting overwhelming riding his fingers as he pawed your chest, the pressure threatening to build inside you again at an almost intimidating pace.

"Woo," You whined out, the pet name only encouraging him to slip a third finger inside you and pump his wrist a little quicker, your head swimming as you tried to remember why you were going to interrupt him. Your hips rocked against his palm, grazing over his substantial bulge and pulling you back to your initial desperate need to feel him. "Gun Woo." You put your hand on his wrist and he paused his movements and withdrew his hand, frowning as needy whine spilled out of you as your building pleasure eased. "I want to feel you now." You watched the gears turn in his mind as he considered your words, at the same time slowly bringing his glistening fingers up to his lips and tentatively sucking one in a motion that almost finished you off entirely. Pleased with his action he slipped another finger between his lips, before replying, "Can I taste you more?"

You were sure you could feel yourself dripping from the question alone, thanking whatever fate had conspired to bring him to your home tonight and praying it wouldn't be the last time.

"We can try that another time." His face lit up at the suggestion of this happening again, your heart hammering at the thought of Gun Woo becoming even more of a regular visitor to your place. "But right now I want to feel you inside me." You ran your palm over the length of the outline threatening to burst through his pants, watching him squirm in response before you added, "If that's what you want."

Once again lost for words Gun Woo effortlessly lifted you from his lap and placed you back on the couch, pulling down his sweatpants which now had a wet patch glistening over his crotch, and stepping out of them to reveal himself to you. He looked almost self-conscious as you stared at his impressive length, core pulsing at the thought of feeling all of him inside you. Without thinking you licked your lips, giving Gun Woo just enough confidence to move closer, climbing over you until your back met the couch cushions, one arm framing your face as the other ran the leaking tip of his cock over your folds. He waited for you to nod again, leaning down to kiss you greedily before starting to push slightly inside you. You watched his face contort as he stopped almost immediately, eyes clenched shut, muscles tensing above you.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, relieved when he quickly nodded, grunting out through an almost pained expression.

"You just feel so good. So soft and warm and perfect. And I -" He had to stop himself before he got carried away, and you couldn't help but feel even more turned on at how hard he was having to try not to cum the moment he entered you. You placed a cluster of soft kisses on his cheek, but otherwise stayed motionless until after a few moments he started to drive his hips forwards again. You knew it would feel different being with such a big man, but the way he filled you so completely, his body completely covering yours, it was incredible. Every sense was captivated by him form, his body engulfing yours as he drew closer. When he finally bottomed out inside you, he quickly withdrew, groaning out loud at the sensation as he pulled out of you, only to slam his hips against yours again. He had the control and strength of an athlete in his prime, every motion smooth and powerful and leaving you gasping for breath at the sheer intensity of it. Being with him was all consuming, every thought and breath crying out 'Gun Woo'. His lips couldn't get enough of yours, swallowing every whine and moan his thrusts drew from you, each noise just spurring him on to give you everything he had.

You could feel him straining for control as his snaked a hand over your hip to find your sensitive button again, strumming quick brushes over your clit in time with his hips, adding yet more overwhelming sensation. Your mind was crying out for him as his scent flooded your senses, and every inch of your skin was pressed against his, so wrapped up in his strong arms and yet feeling completely in control as his pleading eyes met yours.

"I'm -" He choked out in a desperate beg, your name quickly following it as his lips crashed down on yours. As his thighs started to clench you could feel the coil inside you start to quickly tighten again, the second release you were so close to reaching on his fingers coming fast and threatening to be even more overwhelming than the first. You tried to let him know how close you were, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and looked into his desperate eyes, the tension inside you snapped and all you could do was cling to him as your whole body shook with the pleasurable relief. The feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his throbbing dick was by far the best thing Gun Woo had ever felt as he spilled inside you, hammering his hips into you again and again. Each shift of his hips only dragged more pleasure out inside of you, tipping him over the edge again as a fresh wave of bliss seemed to spill out of him, cumming more than he ever had when left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that had been so frequently of you, and yet they hadn't even begun to do justice to the incredible ecstasy he felt as he all but collapsed on top of you, completely spent and even more in love than when he arrived.

You lifted one hand to brush the hair out of Gun Woo's face, heart melting at the gentle smile that had replaced his frantic look of desperation. He leant down to kiss you again, more sweetly this time, lust giving way to love, his affections clear as you leant up and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. He burst into a giggle at the gesture, using his leveraged position above you to pepper your face with kisses, loyally returning to your lips before too long. He was sure he would have had the best night ever even if you just kissed him tonight.

"You are amazing. Was I okay?" He breathed out in a warm laugh, unsure if the euphoria of the situation was typical of the afterglow, or if this felt as special to you as it did to him.

"You're amazing too, Gun Woo." You stroked his face in reassurance, hoping his first time with you wouldn't be the last. "Do your aches feel better now?" You teased, running your hand down the length of his spine and watching him nod fiercely, grin spread from cheek to cheek.

"I promise, I've never felt better."

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Write A Kiss Request: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso) x Reader ...a kiss in public

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...a kiss for Roy Kent in public

It had been a little disarming getting asked out for lunch by Roy Kent. Maybe it was the way he stared at you without blinking and grunted out the wordy request all in breath. Or the way that he had felt the need to formally ask you, despite the two of you often sharing a meal or a drink without ever arranging a thing. It could just be that his jaw had been tightly clenched the whole time he had been marching you both along the Thames, struggling to make conversation where it usually flowed so naturally between you. Whatever tension was stirring between you, you wondered if it had to do with the fact his hand seemed to be flexing and straining where it hung beside yours.

"Where do you want to go for lunch Roy?" You quizzed after a particularly lingering pause in the conversation, watching his shoulders rise slightly at the question.

"We're going somewhere special." He grunted firmly, nodding resolutely to himself as he finally took your hand in his for the first time. You started to realise quite why Roy had gone out of his way to ask you to lunch today, recognising his silence as a sign he had some more meaningful words he intended to share today. You couldn't help but smile and squeeze his hand in reassurance at the thought Roy Kent was building himself up to do his least favourite thing; talk about his feelings.

"Roy Kent, over here!!" You saw a flash of light as the words rang out, demanding tone immediately threatening to make the footballer on your arm see red.

"Not today mate." Roy bit back what he really wanted to say, worried any outburst would give the rest of the afternoon an uneasy feeling he couldn't risk with something so important on the line.

"Oh come on Kent, just pose for a few pics and tell me about your date!!" Roy could feel the venom rising inside him, threatening to spill out and indiscriminately wound everyone in the area.

"He said not today, so just fuck off you creep!" You stepped forward, throwing out expletives before Roy had to, the dark edge in your glare enough to send the paparazzi scarpering off in a cloud of mumbled apologies. You turned to an awestruck Roy, ready to apologise for losing your patience before seeing an unusually sincere smile spread across his face.

"That was fucking incredible!" He laughed out, beaming with pride at you as you replied bashfully,

"Well I learnt from the best." You gave his hand a small squeeze as smiled back at him warmly, the two of you now stood motionless drinking the other in. Roy couldn't hold it in anymore. His affections had been building up for weeks, and while he had hoped to name the feelings in a high end restaurant, he didn't think he could take another step without letting you know how he felt. Words still caught in his throat, he dropped your hand in favour of wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his body with effortless strength. You let out a small gasp as finally his lips closed in, more gentle than you expected from such a forceful man, hovering just over yours as if to give you the choice of where the contact could lead. Eagerly you leant forward, relishing in the soft brush of his lips against the slight scratch of his stubble. It was sweet and firm and simple, a perfect introduction to the man who had spent what felt like his whole life waiting for this moment.

"Ahah!" You heard a man's voice ring out from down the street along with an intrusive flash of light that burned your eyes even as they had fluttered shut.

"Excuse me, I need to go kill a man for interrupting our first kiss." Roy growled out, chest heaving in a mix of rage and euphoria that he finally knew what it felt like you have you held so close. You clutched his side as he went to move away, leaning your face barely a breath away from his.

"Or you ignore him, and we have our second kiss?" Roy's brow furrowed as he considered the offer,

"Fine, but if he takes a picture of that too I'm going to murder him. Slowly." You knew better than to argue, placing a hand gently on his cheek to pull him in for a kiss again.