#BUT LETS PRETEND THEY'RE BEDROOM EYES

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Single Dad Dead on Main

AKA "Danny is the ghost-equivalent of a foster parent for de-aged Dani and Dan. Jason's just wondering who the hell these two feral meta children are." prompt idea!

Danny thinks he's doing an okay job at being a single dad of two. They're living in a quaint two bedroom apartment in Park Row, he's managing his Ghost King money well, and the kids haven't died (again). (He's definitely not getting a "World's Greatest Dad" mug anytime soon, but, hey, at least the house hasn't burned down yet!)

...Until he wakes up from his nap to an eerily silent apartment.

If there's one thing he's learned over the last few months, it's that silence is not good. He's scrambling off the couch fast enough to give himself a headache, practically flying down the hallway so he can get to the kids' room. Ellie is wedged halfway under her bunk bed. Dan's also squished under the bed but quickly squirms out when he realizes Danny's standing in the door way. He's holding... a socket wrench??

"...do I want to know what you two are doing?" Danny deadpans.

Ellie scrambles out as well, smears of something oily on her cheek. For a seven and eight year old, they have surprisingly convincing I'm innocent! expressions.

"I dunno," Ellie singsongs while Dan simultaneously barks, "Nothing!"

Danny squints. The kids squint back. Yeah, there's definitely something under the bed that's not supposed to be there. Since Dan's holding a wrench (and where the hell did he get that?? Danny doesn't even own any tools aside from maybe a little rubber mallet he found in the hallway closet), Danny hopes thinks it's not an animal.

It takes a minute of arguing in which Danny promises not to be mad, let them eat ice cream, and let them stay up an hour later than curfew for the kids to even let him near the bed without biting him. (Jokes on them, the ice cream is sugar free and Danny's going to reset the clocks to an hour before. Check and mate, bitch! Parenting is so easy.)

And then Danny pulls out... a tire. No, a rim. Two tire rims. Oh, Ancients. Engraved on the tire rim is a red Bat symbol. His stomach nearly drops to the floor; everybody in Crime Alley knows what the Red Hood's symbol looks like. "Eight Heads in a Duffle Bag," Crime Prince of Gotham with a gang big enough to take over all of Park Row. And yeah, Danny could easily beat the guy, but that doesn't mean he wants to. He doesn't want to uproot Dan and Ellie from their schools, move cities, run from yet another organization that wants them dead.

"How did you get this?" Danny asks, utterly dumbfounded.

"I dunno," Ellie says, just as Dan's saying, "Nowhere."

(Danny takes it back. Parenting is definitely not easy.)

"Danielle. Daniel. Where did you get these tire rims?" Danny asks again, more stern this time, to which he only gets shrugs. And that's when he notices the window is open and the screen his missing. "You're kidding me. Did you climb out the window? We're on the third floor!"

"We flew, duh." Ellie rolls her eyes, only shooting a wide-eyed, guilty look to Dan when he elbows her with a vicious shuddup!

"I-okay. Here's what we're going to do. We'll... just return the rims. It's not like the Red Hood saw you two steal them-," Danny stops when Ellie and Dan give each other a side-eye. He knows that look. It's the same look he and Jazz used to give each other when they had a silent agreement about something. Oh, no. No, no, no.

"...he didn't see you, did he?"

Another side-eye look. Oh, Ancients. At least there's no way the Red Hood knows where they are, right?

(Jason stares at the kids playing with his bike. He's not stupid enough to think they couldn't have been paid to sabotage it, but the way the little girl hikes herself up onto the seat and pretends to rev the engine makes him think otherwise. It's cute. The boy mostly seems interested in the engraved bat symbol on his tire rims, scraping at it like it's a 3D decal.

"I wanna be a bicycle-rider when I get bigger. I'll wear the jacket and everything!" The little girl laughs, deepening her voice before saying, "I'm a bicycle-rider! I'll beat you up!"

Jason snorts. He's leaning against the fire escape balcony overhead and it's dark enough for them not to see him, but they both freeze at the soft sound. When nothing happens, the kids relax again.

"It's a motorist, stupid. C'mon, help me take this off and I'll build you one."

"You wanna take the tire? Why?"

"'Cus of the symbol! It's the Batman symbol, do you know how scared people are of 'em? Show 'em this and nobody'll mess with us."

The kid's got a point. Crime Alley knows Red Hood's symbol like the back of their hand, but somehow Jason doesn't think rolling around a tire rim is going to have the same effect. Jason's about to step in when the kid bends the fucking metal with his bare hand. His fucking bike. It looks like the kid barely broke a sweat, too; just wiped his hands on his jeans and started prying apart front of his motorcycle.

Jason's voice is more biting than he means for it to when he shouts, "Hey!" He swings over the fire escape, landing with a heavy thud, before hauling ass towards the kids. Almost immediately the boy yanks the girl behind him and snarls... and his eyes go Lazarus-green. Jason stops abruptly. His voice is softer, gentler, when he tries again.

"Hey, kid. Don't you know not to go tearing apart people's bikes? C'mon, at least do it the right way."

That makes the boy pause, looking momentarily baffled and the green turning into bright blue. Jason takes that as an in and says, "Y'know, it's a lot faster when you use tools. I've got a wrench in my bag. If you use it like this..."

Jason spends the next thirty-five minutes helping the kids steal his own damn rims. He shouldn't. But he's curious about who these meta kids are and they're almost painfully easy to talk with, they just blabber like they've never heard of keeping a secret before in their lives. They talk about their dad, school, their favorite tv show. And then they talk about "the bad men" and Jason's stomach drops. "The bad men" who drive white vans, capture people, and experiment on them. And that sounds an awful lot like a meta-trafficking ring in his city, dead set on coming after the kids and their dad.

Then he's very, very grateful he's letting the kids take his rims home. After all, what Bat doesn't put GPS trackers in their symbols?)

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His Good Girl (Carlisle Cullen X Vampire!Wife!Reader Smut)

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Kinktober Day 3: Praise Kink

Summary: For your one hundredth wedding anniversary, Carlisle takes you to a cabin in the mountains away from your children and the prying eyes of Forks citizens. The days are beautiful, but the nights are far more pleasurable.

A/N: ignore that im posting day 3 on the 23rd…. Im so behind omfg ANYWAYS i know vampires technically cant get hard or probably cum or wtv bc they don’t have bloodflow but this is a kinktober fic so idgaf. i know a thousand years is in twilight soundtrack, but i like the song and think it fits so pretend it/christina perri exists in this universe. Tbh this feels more like a real fic than a kinktober fic (not saying kinktober fics aren’t real fics. I just feel like kinktober stuff really focuses on the sex/kink and i feel like this is more of a fluff that ends in smut)

C/W: oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (they're vampires so they cant get pregnant or diseases but wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, body worship, rough sex

***

“Carlisle, dear, I can pack my own suitcase.” But you did nothing to stop him from meticulously folding your clothes and putting them in your bag. Instead, you sat on the edge of the bed and watched him work. 

Your husband looked up, a smile appearing on his lips. “And yet, you sit and watch me pack it for you.”

“What can I say?” You said with a shrug. “I like watching your skilled hands be put to work.”

“Oh really?” Carlisle seemed to suddenly forget the task he was previously so focused on. He walked over to you, letting the cold hands you loved so much cup your face gently. “Just wait for this weekend. Then you’ll really see how skillful they are.”

You giggle, pulling at his waist and leaning up to kiss him. “I can’t wait.”

It wasn’t long before you were finished loading up the car and ready to leave. Carlisle had to practically drag you away when your goodbyes with the kids went on a little too long. But you couldn’t help it. Not only did you love your children dearly, but you needed to give them all (mainly Emmett and Edward) to behave while you and Carlisle were gone. Although they were tremendously older than their young adult bodies, they sometimes acted just as recklessly as teenagers. 

The drive to the cabin was long and peaceful. Carlisle let you handle the music, and although he kept his eyes on the road, he smiled at the sight of you passionately singing along with every song out of the corner of his eyes. 

You arrived in the afternoon, and your husband insisted on carrying your bags inside for you, allowing you to wander around the cabin you came to for special occasions. It followed a less modern aesthetic, mainly because getting a good internet connection so far from civilization was a little difficult. It reminded you of when you were first married to Carlisle.

“Why don’t you pick out a record?” Carlisle said from the bedroom, raising his voice a little so you could hear him down the hall, despite your enhanced hearing. 

You walked over to the small shelf that was filled to the brim with different genres and eras of music. You opted for something more modern, so you pulled out a Christina Perri vinyl and put it on the player.

The first track was one that you knew all too well, and it seemed Carlisle remembered it just as well when it hit his ears. Deciding that unpacking could wait, he left the bedroom and approached you. When he got close enough to grab you, he started leading you in a slow dance around the living room. And when Christina sang about loving someone for a thousand years, Carlisle kissed you deeply before making a comment about how he couldn’t wait for the thousand-year mark.

***

When your anniversary came the next day, you and Carlisle didn’t do much. Besides being slightly more affectionate than usual and exchanging presents, it seemed like a normal day for you two. But you cherished it like any other day you spent with your husband. 

The only time Carlisle strayed from you today was to go outside and hunt for dinner. He came back in record time with two wine glasses filled with red liquid and a few smudges around his mouth that he let you kiss off. Ushering you to the couch in front of the lit fireplace, he handed you a glass and used his now free hand to hold you close to him.

“To you, my dear.” Carlisle toasted, holding his glass up to you.

“And to you, darling.” You added, clinking his cup with your own. “To a hundred years.”

“And a hundred more.”

Hours had passed without you knowing. You were too wrapped up in Carlisle’s presence, the way he stroked your arm while he listened to you talk about whatever came to your mind. 

Eventually, your glasses were empty, and Carlisle set them on the small table in front of you before cuddling you again. You leaned into his touch, breathing his scent in. “I love your hands.” You muttered against his neck. The hands in question were either holding yours or gently massaging you.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, and you nodded. “You wanna see what else they can do?”

It felt like a switch had flipped, and suddenly, you were straddling your husband and kissing him like you’d been starved for a hundred years. He kissed back with the same sentiment, hands roaming and groping your body.

Carlisle broke away the slightest bit to speak. “As much as I’d love to take you right here, why don’t we move to the bedroom?” Without waiting for a response, he stood up, carrying you down the hall like it was nothing. You clung to him, kissing and lightly nipping at his neck.

When he reached the bedroom, Carlisle softly set you on the bed and started kissing you again. He towered over you, caging you in with his limbs.

But kissing, although very enjoyable, wasn’t enough for him. His hands started to roam again, and he began to play with the hem of your shirt. “May I?” He asked against your lips, and you nodded furiously. Carlisle peeled the shirt off of your body, and your bra was off soon after.

Without warning, he broke away from you. You were about to protest when his mouth latched onto your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. You moaned at the sensation, running a hand through his once pristine hair. He made sure to give the same treatment to the other.

“So beautiful.” He muttered, squeezing your tits with his hands and running his cold thumbs over your now stiff nipples. You mewled and arched your back. God, the things this man did to you. “So perfect.”

“Carlisle.” You whined. You couldn’t take anymore waiting, you needed him now. In desperation, you started moving your hips to try and rut against his thigh. He allowed it, giving attention to your breasts a little while longer while you used him to ease your need. But his thigh wasn’t enough. “Carlisle, come on.”

He looked up at you with a caring but mischievous look. “What’s the magic word?”

“Carlisle!”

“Nope.” The man smirked, slowly trailing kisses down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your pants. “Come on, dear. Where are your manners?”

“Please!” You cried out.

Carlisle swiftly started to unbutton your pants, tugging them down your legs. “There’s my good girl.” The little nickname just made you even wetter. Carlisle took off your panties, leaving you entirely bare for him. He stared down at you, taking in the image. He sighed, seemingly lost in thought. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Ready to ravage you, Carlisle started to crawl on the bed towards you. But before he could get to the place he wanted most, you put your foot on his chest to stop him. A hand shot up to caress your ankle, and Carlisle started to worry that he was moving too fast for you without realizing it.

“Maybe you should take your clothes off too?” You suggested, giggling at his sigh of relief. Carlisle dropped your foot and stood up again, stripping in front of you. He did so as fast as possible without using superspeed, knowing you were desperate for him but would still enjoy the show.

“Better?”

“Better.”

You sat up, his stiff cock now at your eyeline. You reached out, wanting to grasp it, suck it, whatever he would let you do.

But Carlisle grabbed your wrist. “Now, what do you think you’re doing?” He asked, tone light enough to indicate that he wasn’t upset or serious.

“I want you to enjoy yourself.” You answer with a shrug. “It’s your anniversary too, you know.”

“You want me to enjoy myself?” He asked, gently pushing you until you were lying on your back. You nodded. “Then be a good girl and spread your legs.”

A tingle went down your spine at the command, and you immediately did as told. Carlisle grasped your ankles to keep your legs separated. He stared at your pussy, mouth watering at the thought of tasting you. He inched closer to you, hands running up your legs.

He didn’t waste another second. Carlisle pushed at your thighs to bring them to your chest and dove into your pussy, licking a broad strip through your slit before latching onto your clit. He groaned at the taste of you, sending chilling vibrations through your body. One of his hands splayed out at the back of your knees to keep your legs up, and he used his now free hand to prod at your entrance.

“You’re so wet, honey.” He cooed as he slipped a finger in, soon adding another. Carlisle began fucking you slowly, hooking his fingers on your g-spot and flicking at your clit with his tongue.

“More.” You moaned, squeezing his fingers. “Want your cock, Carlisle.”

Your husband tsked, taking his mouth off of you but continuing his ministrations. “Not til you come on my fingers, Y/n. You know the rules. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You whined, wanting nothing more than to be stretched and filled to the brim by your husband’s cock. But it warmed your cold heart that he was still cautious with you. 

“Then make me come.” You begged.

Carlisle took it as a personal challenge to make you finish as quickly as possible. He usually liked to take his time with you, but you were desperate. So Carlisle quickened his pace, added a third finger, flicked and sucked at your clit, and soon enough you were falling apart. You stiffened and let out a choked moan as Carlisle helped you ride out your high.

While catching your breath, Carlisle withdrew his fingers from you and cleaned your juices off with his tongue. The sound that came from him was almost animalistic. He looked at you as if you were his prey. “You’re so delicious.” He said, licking the remnants of your cum off of his hand. The way he was looking down on you made you even wetter.

Usually, Carlisle liked to start nice and slow, giving you time to adjust to his size before he began ramming into you. But tonight, he couldn’t control himself. He grabbed himself, swiping the tip of his penis through your slick folds to collect more of your juices before prodding your entrance and bottoming out in one swift motion. 

Then he started fucking you.

You were beyond grateful that you were staying in a cabin in the middle of the mountains because if someone were around, they would’ve thought you were being murdered. The headboard banged against the wall with the force Carlisle was using to fuck you. He held onto the backs of your knees, keeping your legs pinned to your chest and giving you shocks of pleasure with every hard thrust.

It was all too much, but in the best way. Carlisle fucking you roughly at an angle that you knew would make it difficult to walk for a while, despite you usually being able to recover from rough sex quickly. With the way Carlisle was acting right now, his panting and almost growling sounds, and his nails digging into your skin, you knew he wouldn’t be satisfied after one round.

“So good.” Carlisle groaned, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You pulled at Carlisle’s hair to try and ground yourself, but you were too far gone with the overwhelming pleasure. “Are you gonna come?”

“Uh-huh.” It came out as a high-pitched squeal, and Carlisle smiled.

“You can do it, honey.” While speaking, he snaked a hand down to rub at your clit, pace as rough and furious as his thrusts. “Want you to come. Be a good girl for me; go ahead.” 

It was like Carlisle had some kind of control over your body. As soon as the words left his mouth, you found your release. It was one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had. You were a bit surprised that you didn’t accidentally pull out Carlisle’s hair from how hard you were gripping the strands.

Carlisle continued fucking you at his rough pace, making you shake and cry out in pleasure. He didn’t stop, seemingly very focused on now reaching his own peak. The way your cunt gripped his cock certainly helped, and not long after you, he was shooting ropes of cum inside you, keeping up his thrusts to fuck it into you.

When he came down from his high, his movements slowed to a stop. He delicately moved your legs off your chest to lay on the bed, massaging any possible sore spots he may have given you.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, seemingly in a clearer headspace now.

You shook your head, reaching up to caress his face. “I liked it.” Carlisle sighed in relief, leaning down to kiss you. “Maybe we can do it again? Like, now?”

He laughed at your eagerness. “How about in five minutes?” He wrapped you up in his arms before flipping you over so you were lying on his chest. His cock was still hard inside you, filling you nicely. “I want to lay with my wife for a while.”

“I won’t argue with that.” You said, snuggling into Carlisle’s bare chest. “Happy anniversary, Carlisle.”

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.”

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Diamond 박성훈

Sunghoon married y/n because of a contract, so now they try to get along with it, she's in love with him but Sunghoon doesn't feel the same.

Tw: cursing, arrange marriage, description of nudity, one side love, there's an actual description of losing virginity, not romantic at the beginning but gradually is, face fuck, mention of squirting, there's two sex escenarios, Sunghoon is a dick like half of the story, slow burn? Idk he never actually feels in love or reciprocates her feelings. Let me know if I missed something.

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I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE OF YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION BE OVER 18 PLEASE

They're the perfect marriage, everyone is jealous about them, how perfect they are, how lovely and openly affectionate they present in every chance they have, when they got married every magazine had their pictures on the cover.

“Mr and Mrs Park the wedding of the year”

That day she received a lot of different congratulations, compliments on her looks but also a lot of dirty looks about how she got to marry him, she heard a lot of the women talking about how little she was and how undeserving she was of Sunghoon, she brushed off that because it was her wedding with the man she was in love since she's 10, no one would ruin that and they didn't, it was perfect.

In the honeymoon she was so excited and nervous about their first night together, she got ready took off her bridal gown and stayed in her lace lingerie waiting for him in the bedroom, when he entered he barely pay any attention to her, holding a glass of liquor and sending messages on his phone, when he finally noticed her all nervous sitting at the edge of the bed his face morph into something similar to hate.

-put your pajamas now, is late and tomorrow we have to leave early, unless you wanna stay, did you pack enough clothes?- she nods timid covering with her hands now feeling so exposed- good, we'll be a week in the Island and probably two or three days sailing, bathing suit or wherever you use if you don't have you can ask my assistant she'll bring you what you need

He took a sip of his glass before starting to remove his garments, he unbuttoned his t-shirt and removed his belt and accessories even his ring, she wasn't sure if he's gonna undress her or if she had to do it, she stayed there looking at him, when Sunghoon glanced at her and noticed that she didn't move he just sighs.

-i'll leave so you can change

-but… we're supposed to- Sunghoon turned around making her stutter- it's our wedding night aren't we supposed to be together?

-you mean sex?- Sunghoon looks at her blushing face- listen this arrangement it's because of our parents, you don't have to do anything of the marital duties, the whole deal is for our family companies stay in the same family so no one can take it from us, but that shouldn't be a problem to us because we know that, it's an arrangement between them but between you and me can be different, no attachment just pretend in front of the people so they don't suspect

-you… I, but it's… we… is our honeymoon

-I mean if you want, we can have sex will be fun for when we don't have anyone else to fuck with- he took his glass to his lips, he looks cold and distant- you want it now?

She was so sad, what does he mean anyone else? They're married now, it should be only them now, he got close starting to take off her garments, she tense closing her eyes waiting for him to just do whatever, it wasn't romantic it wasn't what she hoped for, Sunghoon pushed her to bed with her bralette half there, her breasts exposed and his hand squeezing harshly her nipple making her moan in pain, he pulled apart from her looking at her face of discomfort.

-I'll sleep in the room next to this, I'll come for you tomorrow morning to go, there will be paparazzi on the Island so be prepared to pretend, we're a happy married couple enjoying their honeymoon, not a contract that our parents did, we need to sell the story right, understand?- she nods feeling heartbroken- night rest well

She was left there, she thought that things would be different between them, she developed a crush on him since she was 10, a lot of kids at school picked at her for not being rich enough like their parents, but never Sunghoon he actually stand up for her, facing the kids that used to push her and call her names, she started to feel attraction towards him but with time and how often their families gather she fell in love, Sunghoon was everything educated, polite, good looking, good at sports, rich, a dream come true, everyone was in love with him. When her parents told her about the marriage she felt thrilled, beyond happy to be paired with Sunghoon, she actually didn't understood well the contract part because she wasn't the heirs of the company it was her brother so y/n wasn't involved in the conversations about anything, but Sunghoon was, he basically was the second one on charge of his parents company, he's intelligent for the business so it was no surprise when he was already on charge of everything. As little as her family let her know they got married to help the companies but she didn't know how, apparently the plan was marriage to merge both net worth, she was educated to be a good wife to spend the money her husband makes, to stay perfect for him in every aspect, good skin, perfect nails and hair, ideal weight and body figure, to be refined but always please him, she kept her purity untouched for him, they were promised since a long ago and she wanted to be the perfect bride for Sunghoon. He was perfect and everyone knew and comment about it, she wasn't enough so she tried a lot more to be suitable for him, on her wedding she heard a couple ladies talking about how underweight she was no curves or anything appealing for a handsome toned young man like Sunghoon, she was insecure about their first night together some girls in the members club talked about how good he is in bed she was worried about pleasing him since she never touched a man, y/n knows a couple of the girls that Sunghoon got involved with, she was worried because they were everything she is not, tiny waist big breasts and round big butt, someone said that she looked awfully flat on her bridal gown, when she undressed and stayed on her lingerie she didn't expect that reaction, was he so disappointed of her body that he didn't wanted to touch her? That he probably did it because of compromise but felt so disgusted that it was better to just left her there, she cried and cried for a long time that night, the morning was a blur Sunghoon was already dressed immaculate and when he saw her she can sense that disappointment to see her as his wife.

-it's late and we need to leave in 20 minutes- she was barely covered by the see through pajamas her mother bought for her honeymoon pulling the comforter to her chest- get ready quick I'll ask for the breakfast to be on the plane, anything is good for you?- she nods looking at him on his phone asking for their breakfast. She got out of bed taking off her clothes trying to be dressed quickly, Sunghoon was there she was embarrassed to change in front of him, he was almost like supervising that she's doing the right thing, she slipped her underwear putting a little white dress on top- are you gonna wear that?

-is something wrong?- she looks at herself in the mirror she thought it was cute, maybe a little short but she liked it, that's why she chose it and her mom let her take it to the trip- you don't like it?

-it's okay just that, there will be stairs and I don't want a paparazzi taking photos of my wife's ass, or worse that little thong you're wearing doesn't cover much- she blush pulling her dress down

-all my clothes are already packed in the plane, I don't have anything else to wear- her voice was small and ashamed, even her underwear was chosen by someone else to appeal her husband

- whatever, let's go- he started to walk leaving her inside her hotel room, she trots after him to catch up with him- remember smile, we're a happy couple- he gave her a pair of sunglasses- wear this it's obvious that you cried

She put them on just before the door of the hotel opened, it was so sudden the flash of cameras, the voices yelling, the people pushing her, Sunghoon holding her hand and guiding her to the car, once inside he relaxed all his body.

-it's only for now they'll be tired of us in a week, just now that we're the new they're following us but still just in case you'll have your own security team all the time

And that was it no more conversation, he put on headphones and closed his eyes on the way to the airport when they arrived he helped her to get down the car holding her hand to go to the plane, the stairs were there and she feels hot in her cheeks, Sunghoon removed his suit jacket putting it on her legs so she can go up she smiles at him going slowly covered by him, in the photos they looked like a lovely couple but in the plane was much the same as it was in the car or the hotel, they didn't talk again, he was reading the news on a tablet while eating his breakfast, she did the same in silence without anything to do just looking at the window, the service on the plane was nice she made sure to tell thanks for both since Sunghoon was now sleeping on his seat, she stayed there looking at her ring, beautiful, shiny, probably it cost a fortune but it was obvious being Sunghoon her husband, it was diamond to display.

The crew members informed them that they'll land soon, Sunghoon woke up grumbling fixing himself on the seat, he rubs his eyes before a pretty stewardess came almost running to give him a wet towel to clean his face, Sunghoon placed his hand on her tight pulling her closer to him, making her giggle, y/n was there watching him feeling jealousy how his hand sneak under her skirt touching her toned legs, once she was out of sight she feels the urge to tell him not to do that again.

-Shouldn't we pretend here too? There's people who can see us- she tried her best to not let her voice sound angry

-nah, my little diamond is my favorite in the crew. She knows the deal about you and me, also that we'll only have our time together when you're not here don't worry about that, not gonna do anything when you're near me or my girls- girls? More than one? Was he seriously talking about having an affair with someone when they're married

-but we're… what if someone tells the paparazzi?

-they won't, all my employees sign a confidential arrange they can't talk or sell anything about me, they'll be in jail in automatic, my girls have a especial contract themselves so no need to worry I recommend you do the same for your future partners

She was furious, how dare he have affairs but most importantly, does he think she's a slut to have affairs herself? The voice of the captain interrupted her internal rambling. They're landing now. Once the plane wasn't moving he quickly took her hand, she was confused.

-it’s a private island and the paparazzi will be hiding, it won't be obvious like in the hotel so we can only be ourselves inside the house or the ship, even if we're in the pool or gardens we have to pretend okay- he fix his sunglasses staff- will be only the necessary inside the house we want to appear like a couple who wants time alone, now smile and wear your sunglasses

The door was open and again the flash of the cameras hit her, Sunghoon took his jacket to cover her legs helping her down, she pulled down the dress to cover her bottom, he helped her until the very last step and then into the golf cart that take them to the dock, Sunghoon helped her like if he really cares about her and for a moment she let herself believe that fantasy, her childhood crush is her husband now, she wanted to enjoy this moments even if it's fake, on the yacht he didn't stop being attentive, staying on the deck holding her waist while they sail, he asked for drinks for both taking a sip of his liquor it smelled strong and she took a sip of her mocktail, Sunghoon looks at her giving her a kiss on her forehead patting her bottom softly and playfully, y/n wasn't sure why he was doing it maybe he wants to actually enjoy being married she felt happy.

When they arrived to the island he carried her bridal style making her giggle, when she looks over his shoulder she noticed a boat next to the yacht, with someone else there, someone followed them, the camera to big to not notice, she understood why Sunghoon acted like that feeling that pinch of disappointed on her, the security team quickly took them down to avoid them go deeper into the place while Sunghoon easily walks carrying his bride, now sad she pretend to smile at him in case someone else followed them. Inside the house it was like if they're strangers, Sunghoon parted his own way, choosing his room and not coming out of it all day, she explored the house, took a shower, she ate alone, only having the company of her bodyguard, she had a nap and by the afternoon when the sun sets she wanted to be outside, looking at the sky, she sits on the edge of the pool just putting her feet inside the cold water, shivering she was feeling so alone and it shouldn't be a surprise by now, in this type of life she learned that it's rare to actually have someone to care for you, except for her nannies she feels like nobody cares or loves her. Sunghoon was watching her from his window, she looked completely sad, he feels tired now to go for her, so he just asked for their dinner to be taken to her room so they can eat and have a talk.

When she arrived at her room she was surprised to see him there sitting in the divan while a maid was serving him food.

-take a seat before it gets cold

She obeyed, sitting down and thanking for the food; she started to eat, surprised it was her favorite meal, it tasted almost like her nanny’s recipe, Sunghoon observed her reaction, eating in silence, she didn't know what to talk about or even if she should, once they finished and the maid picked everything cleaning the space.

-the schedule for tomorrow is simple, we'll be by the pool most of the day, did you bring sunblock?- she nods- good do you have bikinis?- she nods again blushing this time- I hope they're pretty… now change while I tell you some things you'll have to do now that you're my wife- she looks at him ashamed

-change like in front of you?- her voice is small and trembling

-yes, do you have a problem with that? I already saw you naked there's no need to act all shy around me- Sunghoon took the bottle of expensive whiskey pouring some on a glass- start, I'll give you a card every week I'll put money on it enough for your expenses and basic needs, anything like luxury items or places out of the budget you have to inform me so I can give you the money and know on what you spent it- she was just standing there- change now I don't wanna lose my good mood- he looks at her frowning- from now on until I'm satisfied I will check your outfits, if I see something not suitable for your new standard you have to have, we're going to get rid of it, when you go to buy new clothes I'll pick them out to make sure my wife looks like a lady and not like those prostitutes at the club hunting men

She feels intimidated by the tone on his voice, she knows he's been drinking since they arrived, she saw the new bottle that now is half empty, his breath smells like liquor and his voice sounds intimidating because is hoarse, she took off her dress while he looks at her burning holes with his eyes on her, she took off her bralette covering her breasts with her arm while trying to put on the pajama top, it was translucent and she probably would have to use a robe on top so he can't look at her, hesitant she slipped her panties off quickly putting the short shorts, she's so exposed even with the fabric on her body.

-now that you're done come sit here- she obeys sitting on the divan putting her legs to her chest trying to cover as much as possible- do you sleep like this always? No underwear?

-feels uncomfortable, my undies sometimes leave marks on me

-all your garments to sleep are thin or in this fabric?

-no, this… someone else chose them for me- his hand was touching the material making her feel hot

-who and why did someone else choose your clothes?

-it's… because… it's my bridal garments, to be sexy and appealing for you… our wedding night needs to be right… everyone… my mom… my mother in law… the ladies at the club… everyone talks about how unattractive I am so I needed to at least try be sexy for you- she rambled feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment and her eyes about to spill her tears- I know the type of girls you like and I know I'm not even a little like them but everyone told me my job was to keep you satisfied and happy… you spent a lot of money on me so I can marry you so I need to be a good wife- he was amused by how sensitive she was how she was almost crying telling him all of that, how basically she admitted that him and his family bought her from a family with less money

-you think you're a good wife?

-it doesn't matter… it only matters what you think of me, I can't afford a divorce neither my family… I promise I'm well educated on being a good wife

-well I'll judge that these days, but you don't have to cry- he got close to her softly taking her on his arms carrying her to bed- pretty wifes don't cry for silly things, especially because your husband can buy anything you want- seeing her like that switched something in Sunghoon, he noticed with simple tasks how she obeyed without complaining, how she bites her tongue to not say anything about the things she doesn't agree, it was obvious how she was giving him something that he always loved, power, he holds all the power on her just like he does with all the girls he sleeps with- just tell me what you want, I'll check if it's suitable for you and your status and if it's I'll make it come true- she looks at him standing next to bed, her eyes still sparkling with tears

- can you be more affectionate in private with me? That's what I want please?- he was caught off guard, she was vulnerable, in every aspect the money of her family she doesn't have access to, love or affection? she's alone and will be on his house- I don't care about money you can buy me as much or as little as you want just wanna some affection

-little wife is so clingy- she's about to protest when his lips touched hers, it was soft at first until he started to get intense pulling a part- my wife wants to have our first night?- she nods looking like a deer in the headlights- undress

It was a clear order, he didn't even tried to sugarcoat the request, Sunghoon stand up tall and imponent next to her bed, she quickly started to take off her shorts a little unsure to remove her top, her trembling hands finished undressing instinctively she covered her naked body, he pulled her to him taking her hands off her breasts leaving her exposed to him, he cups her face pulling her for a kiss, messy with tongue and hot, it was the first time someone kissed her like that she feels hot, getting wet moaning on his mouth, when he pulled apart his eyes darkened.

-get on your knees- she quickly obeyed looking up at him, he felt himself twitch- go ahead be a good wife and suck me- her trembling hands opened his pants and pulled down just enough to free his member, she looks afraid because it's so big without being hard- have you ever suck a dick?- she shakes her head as no- I'll teach you, open- she did as he said, he smirks taking his length on his hand- tongue out- Sunghoon taps his tip on her tongue- you have to suck, no teeth, use your tongue, like when you're having a lollipop

She did, letting him push his length inside, he grunt and she sloppily sucks making him moan, he makeshifts a ponytail guiding her up and down groaning, he started to thrust inside each time deeper until she gags around him, he smirks pushing her again making her gag and her eyes water, he was testing if she'll tell him to stop at any point but she never did so he started to fuck her face he moaned looking at her face, she looks so innocent, her eyes sparkling with tears, drool on her chin, so helpless totally at his mercy, Sunghoon increased the speed of his thrusts, he was so rough and she feels like crying, why isn't him treating him with care?, Sunghoon didn't stop his member completely hard on her mouth and on the edge of his release, she was holding his thighs trying to push him a little, tears running down her face, her jaw sore and her knees hurting, he cums on her mouth with a deep guttural moan.

-well done, my wife is so good- he smirks pulling her hair to take her mouth off him- swallow everything and show me- she did opening her mouth- get on the bed, on the edge legs hanging from it- she got up doing as he said while Sunghoon took off the rest of his clothes.

She was feeling unsure to keep going, sensing that it's not going to be a romantic first night as a couple, he placed himself between her legs, he popping her legs on his shoulders looking down at her, how she was wet, he chuckled, running a finger up and down her folds.

-what a good wife already wet for me, is all this for me?- he teasingly pinch her clit making her moan and blush- I didn't bring any condoms but you don't mind right?- she shakes her head and he's about to push inside

-wait… - she really wanted to stop but she just reminded herself that she has no choice but to be good for him- can you kiss me please?

-ugh so clingy, we'll work on that later- he holds her hands putting it above her head, pushing inside without any care making her scream in pain- so noisy too- he rolled his eyes leaning to kiss her only to make her shut up.

Sunghoon pushed harshly dragging his hips, feeling how tight she was, he grunt on her lips kissing down her cheek to her neck leaving marks in every inch exposed, he took one of her nipples on his mouth sucking roughly biting making her whimper, her tears run down her cheeks. He was so rough and it hurts so much, she bites her lips trying to stop the noises coming out from her, y/n expected something completely different from her husband, that sweet boy who used to defend her from her bullies at school, the one who always offered her favorite things during dinners and the one who always looked for an excuse to let her leave early at the boring get together between their families, was not here, she closed her eyes just accepting this. Sunghoon thrust inside fast and rough, she was clenching still her body trying to fit him comfortably to minimize the pain, he left her hands free holding her hips so hard it was bruising her skin, he roughly rubbed her clit feeling her spam before cum inside her.

-tiny pussy took me so well, I have a really good wife- he smiles while he pulls out taking whatever is close to wipe himself, dressing only his lower half- night, tomorrow 8 am for breakfast in the garden be ready it might be a photographer near- his voice was so cold it made her shiver, she looks from the spot where he left her sweaty and sticky, the door closed and he not coming back.

Sunghoon left her used and broken, that was it? No kisses, no cuddles or reassuring words, her body hurts but what's worse she feels so dirty now like if she's just one of the girls he sleeps with and not his wife, with the barely strength she still have she took the same handkerchief he used to wipe herself, she noticed his cum mixed with blood feeling more tears streaming down her face, trying to be quiet she dress herself again getting inside the blankets, crying until she couldn't be awake anymore.

Sunghoon looks at his watch, 8:05 am, was he not clear on the time? He takes a sip of his coffee and looks at the maid.

-where 's my wife?

-i'll go for her Mr Park, she must be finishing getting ready- the maid gave a subtle smile leaving immediately

The maid rushed through the house knocking on her door, but she didn't answered, the door opened and she just complained because of the light burying herself on her blanket, the maid got close to the bed seeing the dirty handkerchief and Sunghoon’s forgotten garments.

-Mrs Park, breakfast is ready and Mr Park is waiting for you- her body couldn't move even if she wanted- want me to help you dress I'll go quickly to inform that you'll be ready in just a few more minutes

-no, please- her voice sounds broken- I'm not feeling good, can you tell him that I'm sorry, I don't know what I have

-let me check on you Mrs Park- the maid removed the comforter from her face seeing her swollen eyes and red cheeks, she placed a hand on her forehead feeling how hot is her skin- you have fever, let me go get more people, I'll run you a bath and bring you medicine don't worry Mrs Park

Y/n was thankful that they didn't forced her to be downstairs, especially because added to the pain in between her legs she wasn't sure if she wants to be around Sunghoon today, the maid arrived with a thermometer, a wet cold cloth that she put on her forehead, she rushed inside the bathroom to prepare the tub for her, going into her closet to find something comfortable, finding an oversized maxi dress meant for the beach, getting it ready for y/n, she looks how the maid does everything trying to stop her.

-i'm okay, I just need to rest a little you don't have to do all of this

-oh Mrs Park you're too good for this life, can't you see you're sick?- the maid came quickly taking the comforter off her body, helping her to stand up and walk to the bathroom when she noticed how y/n's legs didn't have the strength to do it- I already asked for your breakfast Mrs Park

-y/n, my name is y/n- the maid smiles with a sweetness she haven't felt in a long time

-I know, Mr Park gave us a list of everything you like, you don't, favorite things, allergies, everything about you, also your nanny sent the recipe of your favorite food so you don't miss home now that you live with Mr Park- she blushed once again the service people were more affectionate with her than her own family including now her husband

-thank you… I'm sorry I don't know your name

-Jinri or Mrs Min it's okay my darling

Y/n let Mrs Min help her, getting in the tub, even helping her to wash her hair, she felt pampered like she haven't felt in a long time, she stayed for a little just enjoying the water while the maids got her bed ready again. Sunghoon on the other hand was furious, looking at his watch seeing how the time just goes but neither his wife or the maid had the decency to show, he got up clearly pissed finding everyone in the house in a rush, all his employees doing something, he stopped one of the younger maids who was carrying bed sheets.

-what is going on? Why the hell all MY employees are doing anything but what I asked?- his voice was stern

-mrs Park is not feeling well- Sunghoon looks at her like if he just insulted him- I'll go wash the sheets so I can remove the blood stain

-what blood?- he very rudely snatched the fabric seeing the red spot on the white- what happened? Is she hurt?

-it's normal Mr Park, sometimes after the first time a woman can bleed, Mrs Park just got a little fever but the blood is nothing to worry about, with your permission, I'll leave.

Sunghoon feels rage, why didn't she say anything last night? He got to the bedroom, the cooker was there leaving her breakfast, the maids making the bed, when they noticed him everyone bowed.

-everyone out- his jaw was tense, everyone rushed out of the room he sits on the bed next to her freshly ironed dress, waiting for her, when y/n came out of the bathroom she froze seeing him there- why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?

-it was something obvious- she holds the towel around her body harder

-why is that something obvious? Care to explain- she can sense how he's containing all the rage he's experimenting

-good wife needs to be pure and untouched for her husband… I kept myself like this for you, so you don't feel ashamed to have a bride that someone else touched… your mother insisted in a clinical exam before all the arrangements of the wedding, they took me to the doctor to certify I was pure for you, it was part of the clauses that I had to fulfill to be your wife- Sunghoon feels more rage on him wanting to break something

-dress now and come sit to eat- his tone was hard so she obeyed, he got out of the room just for a second coming back surprising her- why are you taking so long?

Y/n started to dress putting only panties, her body was hurting and Sunghoon examined every inch exposed, seeing all the bruises he left, she put on the dress, slowly walking to the divan, in that moment the employees came in knocking to serve his breakfast too, the maids smiled at her and she did the same, starting to eat, he was just watching her putting his cold hand on her cheek feeling how hot it is, making her stiffen.

-why you're not wearing a bra? Do you want everyone else to see your tits?- she covered her breasts with her hands even if she's completely dressed

-they only packed one bralette to give you easy access to my body- she said embarrassed- now it's dirty so I don't have anything to wear on my chest… I'll put something after breakfast

-no, I like it, leave it that way- Sunghoon takes a bite of his food- wanna a copy of the clauses you had, and from now on you have to talk about anything about you, if you don't want or like something- he holds her chin to make her look at him- you have a dumb husband you have to explain everything- she hesitates before talk

-i don't like that you left me last night- she looks down to her plate avoiding his face, he still looks and sounds angry- you used me and left me, you called me clingy and noisy… you treated me like a prostitute- she feels like crying again

-you're not a prostitute

-no but you make me feel like one… I was hoping for us to be together and it made me so angry that you have your girls, like the crew member on the plane- she frowns feeling jealous, she didn't even know why if he haven't treated her right- I wanted to be just you and me, for you to not have affairs or cheat on me… but after last night I don't want you to touch me again- she hugs herself putting some distance between them on the divan

-you're my diamond, I married you

-don't call me that… that's how you called the girl on the plane- she feels angry now, but also so deeply sad- you can cheat on me just don't let anyone see you, everyone already think I'm a failure as a wife I'll never hear the end of it if they know you cheated on me

-they’ll talk about me not you, I'll be the one with other woman- he got close to her trapping her between his body and the cushion

-You don't know what it's like? They're gonna blame me for not being enough for you, for being such a terrible wife that you had to find someone else… everyone is gonna talk about me- Sunghoon looked at her and how her face morph to deeply sadness- they already think I'm so unworthy of you it's just gonna be worse

Sunghoon didn't know what to do because deep down he knows she's right, he takes her chin gently pulling her for a kiss, soft how she likes it remembering that she wanted for him to be more affectionate, he gently wrapped his arms around her hugging all her body feeling her body relax and melt on his arms, when he pulled apart he smiles seeing her more now like she was at the wedding easy going even happy.

-I won't do that again- he smiles seeing her only nod- let's get you ready, I wanna swim with my wife

Sunghoon went to the closet choosing a bikini, red, really small and he could imagine her wearing it or packing it thinking in pleasing him, he helped her to take off the dress to put on the bikini, he tied up the strings on her back, getting on his knees so he can slide up the bottom part, adjusting everything around her body, he kiss her tummy on the bruises he left, looking up at her.

-i'll go change, finish your breakfast okay?- she nodded and Sunghoon left her in the room. She did as he said, eating the rest of her breakfast.

Even if Sunghoon didn't properly apologize she was feeling slightly better with him, she waited for him not sure if she needed to be only in her bikini so she covered with a towel, when he came back Mrs Min was following her.

-you feeling better?- Sunghoon looks directly at her

-yes, just that my legs still hurt a little- she mentioned ashamed

-don't worry we’ll just be by the pool all day nothing to extreme- he gave some items to Mrs Min, including her towel and dress leaving her only in her bikini she tried to cover herself with her hands- let's go my little diamond- she frowns hearing him call her like that again

-don't call me that- she cross her arms on her chest offended

-I forgot okay? C’mon let's go- she didn't move making him roll his eyes- c’mon don't be angry for a tiny mistake

-i'm not a prostitute I'm your wife- she was pouting turning her back on him

-I know I won't call you diamond again… what do you wanna be my pearl? my gold ingot?… you want traditional like honey, sweetheart

-nothing- Sunghoon never did something like this, usually everyone only accepted what he called them being completely at his mercy

-don't be like this with me- she was about to protest when his arms wrapped around her waist and his mouth was giving kisses on her neck, making her feel timid- my love, I told you, you have a dumb husband- she moaned at the pet name and his kisses- you like that?- he caress her body kissing with devotion her shoulders and back- you like being my love?- she nods- then that's what you're, my little love- she relaxed letting him touch her and kiss her moaning when he kiss on a sensitive spot- we should stop, or else I'm gonna undress you and make you all mine again.

He turn her around to kiss her on the lips, not so soft this time, a little hungry, he lifts her wrapping her legs on his waist, she hugs him hiding her face on his neck even giving him a kiss there, he walks with her on his arms until they got to the pool sitting with her on a lounge chair, he fixed her legs so she can straddle him comfortably, he lays down watching her, holding her waist so she cannot move, the maid arrived with drinks leaving them next to them, she feels shy because is kinda intimate the position she is in, his hand reach for the sunblock passing it to her.

-Can you put some on me? Please my love- she blush doing as he says rubbing the sunblock on his chest, neck taking his arms to do the same, then she leaned to put on his face- kiss me- she pecks his lips- that's not a proper kiss you can do better- she leaned giving him a proper kiss this time, she feels him hungry, starting to get hard making her pull apart

-don't wanna do it again, still hurts on my… down there- Sunghoon smiles taking the bottle of sunblock on his arms to start putting some on her

-it's okay, besides we're outside I don't want anyone to see my wife in a way I only can see- he rubs her body completely putting it everywhere, legs, arms, breasts, bottom, her back, pulling her to lay on top of him rubbing her bottom and playing with the strings of the bikini- did you pack this bikini thinking in me?- she nods- what were you thinking when you decided to bring it?

-I thought that you may like how it fits in me… but after seeing your diamond I'm not sure if I look good- she mentioned frowning

-i saw her in a bikini it doesn't compare with you right now

-don't lie to me only to make me feel better

-it's true, she's… you know average girl with plastic surgery, nothing impressive but you my love… -she blush hiding her face on his chest- you have this cute little butt- he squeeze her butt cheeks making her moan- and your tits, those perky nipples are so pretty I like to see you naked and with this I can only imagine you like last night, I see you with your red bikini and it's tempting me to take it off

-don't say things like that someone is gonna hear you

-i can't love my wife out loud?- she didn't know what to say, she just looks around trying to spot a paparazzi to justify why he's saying that he loves her, Sunghoon noticed how she's looking for someone around, getting up walking to the pool, she holds onto him afraid that he can throw her in the water

-i'm not good at swimming- he wrapped his arms tighter on her

-well if you're not good at swimming you'll have to hold onto me all the time- he slowly gets inside the water holding her- gonna keep you here safe with me- the water was below his collar bones and he started to undone the strings of her bikini in the back making her gasp

-what are doing?- she's squirming on his arms- someone can see me naked

-that’s exactly why I'm taking it off so you don't slip from my arms- he smirks- you won't let anyone see what's mine, will you?

-no… but - Sunghoon kiss her to distract her removing completely the top part of her bikini, he threw the garment outside the pool she gasped holding him tighter so he doesn't pull apart to expose her

-i like you clinging to me

-it's not fair… what if I wanna go out? everyone is gonna see me

-i'll take you out

-but if you wanna go out and left me here

-i won't, I won't want to be a part from you when you're looking this good- she was about to talk again when he kissed her making her blush embarrassed- you're worrying too much when it's supposed to be our time to relax is our honeymoon- she frowns it was their honeymoon but only feeling like one when he's in the mood

Y/n was overthinking while Sunghoon was just examining her, he playfully started to kiss her cheeks going down her neck, her arms wrapped on his neck while his hands traveled all over her body, touching and feeling her, slowly she let herself go, enjoying how he seems like a man in love of his wife, she holds him melting on his arms sighing with pleasure Sunghoon seems to know her sensitive spots kissing them making her moan.

-can you let me make you mine again? I'll be gentle this time- she was so drunk on him, that all her body said yes but her mind was saying no

-don't wanna be just another girl- Sunghoon kissed her with devotion

-you're my wife not another girl

-but you have all your girls to spend the night with, don't wanna you to touch me after you had sex with other people- he pulled apart from her looking at her eyes- I don't wanna feel like I did last night ever again… and it hurt a lot, not just that part but later it hurt my heart- she's pouting wanting to cry making Sunghoon mimic her pouting too

-but wasn't my intention to make you feel like that, I didn't knew it was something important for you

-it's because you don't love me, you don't see me as your wife just the contract they made you sign

-no, that's not true

-if they let you choose… would you marry me?- Sunghoon didn't want to lie so he just stayed quiet- would I even be an option?

-would you marry me if the contract didn't exist?

-I would- she said without a doubt, making Sunghoon frown since he didn't expect that- I have been in love with you for a long time now, I was so happy when they told me… since we were at school I dreamed that you'll be the one rescuing me, you did it a lot of times when people uses to bully me… now that we're married I like to believe that you like me back sometimes, but at the end of the day I know you were forced to be with me, I'm okay with that… with you liking me a little everyday, giving me affection and love even if it's fake… I just don't want you to use me again, because it hurts when I realize that you don't love me but it's worse when I know you take advantage of that love I have for you

-I don't know what to say to make you feel better

-you don't have to make me feel better, it's not part of your contract… it's only in mine though… Park Sunghoon would take possession of the inheritance lot assigned to the heiress y/l/n y/n, fulfilling his duties within the company, always being her main provider to cover her needs, ensuring that if he's not longer here she'll have a fulfilling sufficient part of the money to live comfortably for the rest of her life- She recited the part of the contract that talks about his duties as a husband- that's the only part of your contract where they mentioned my name or me in general, the rest it's the company or my parents

-yours must be the same we sign the same thing- she shakes her head as a no

-I'm aware that my parents sold me to save their company I'm just glad at least they sold me to someone good… don't wanna keep talking about it, can you do that again?- she got visibly sad, her eyes reflect all the miserable treatment she's been through

-do what?

-kiss me and call me your love… don't wanna keep thinking in this

-oh my little love is needy of affection, such a clingy wife I have

Sunghoon said but there was no tease on his tone, instead was pity underlaying with sweetness, it did made her feel slightly better hearing that and he did as she asked kissing her neck, her cheeks and her lips, caressing her body like if she's gonna break in any moment, he didn't mention anything related to them or the contract, he even made her laugh a couple times, swimming with her on his arms, by lunchtime the maids started to set the table for them, one of them got close to hand them the top part of her bikini she blush while Sunghoon helped her to put it on going out to sit and eat, they talked a very lighthearted conversation about the things she likes, Sunghoon listened carefully smiling softly at her, she felt so complete in that moment.

She didn't wanted to keep swimming so after eating they just lay down on the lounge chairs, he reapplyed the sunblock on her staying there caressing her hair.

-can I have a nap?

-do you wanna a nap love?- she just humms- wanna go inside?

-no, I'm comfortable here

-then sleep, I'll be here waiting for you to wake up, maybe you'll be up before the sunset and we can walk on the beach

She closed her eyes after receiving the permission from him, sleeping laying on her tummy, once like that he started to call his lawyers to have a copy of both contracts and the clauses for her, they sent it to him almost immediately he compared both contracts spending a lot of time writing and signaling everything that was different for both, even he took his laptop to work on it, using his specks and putting all his attention there, he spent a lot of time doing it not noticing when she woke up.

-are you working today?- he stopped frowning seeing her awake looking at him

-no my love, I'm just reading something, entertaining myself while you were napping- he closed the laptop getting close to her giving her a kiss on the head- do you wanna go for a walk? The beach is really pretty here and we can see the sunset

-i would like to go

Sunghoon helped her to put her dress on top of her bikini, kneeling in front of her to put on her sandals, he slipped his t-shirt taking her hand walking to the beach, hugging her from behind seeing the beautiful place, she was marveled, melting on his arms, enjoying this time.

The rest of the week there was more like what she expected, he didn't mention anything about the contract again, since he only find out that she was taken out of the family business like if she's not a daughter of his family, giving him all the power over her finances and overall life, he didn't dig more on the exclusive clauses for her since his lawyer told him only his mom and his family lawyer had the copy of it. On her side she learned more things about him, Sunghoon is extremely organized, he schedule everything from breakfast to going out, he checked her outfits every single day just to make sure she looks appropriate to be next to him, he even match the color of his clothing to look better together, he wasn't much a talker but a listener, and she was glad to tell him about her dreams of the night, what was her hobbies before getting married, things she noticed on the island, things she learned there too, the current book she's reading; she was happy that it feels cozy and domestic being with him like this, and she felt even better when Sunghoon ignored the crew member on the flight back home paying attention only to her.

-I know you're probably tired but today at night it's the annual charity dinner, it's supposed that we go together- he takes her hand kissing the back of it- it will be the first public appearance as a married couple, but if you're tired I'm not gonna make you go

-it's okay I got to rest a lot on our honeymoon

-i'll ask my assistant for a dress that you can wear and something to eat while they do your hair and makeup

He kissed her cheek making her smile, the rest of the flight they just stayed sitting next to each other reading, he was checking some things of work and she was reading a novel, when they land they parted separate ways so they can both get ready, she was in a salon where they did her makeup and hair, her nails, everything assuring she was perfect for him, his assistant arrived with the dress for her to change, she was nervous on the way to the dinner Sunghoon's assistant was telling her the protocol and schedule for the night, when they arrived Sunghoon was waiting for her at the entrance, holding her hand to go inside, he said hi to everyone there, everyone bowed to him.

-you look stunning my love- he whispered on her ear

-thank you, you have a really good taste choosing my clothes and hair

-it doesn't matter what matters is the model, in this case you

He pulled her inside, taking her hand and guiding her to their table, it was a regular dinner where they talked with everyone who got close to congratulate them, Sunghoon entertained himself by talking with one of his partners about business. She excused herself to go to the bathroom to wash her hands while they served the dinner. From there everything happened so fast, her usual bullies and the ones that talk about her in the most harmful ways were there waiting for her, making fun of her little dress and pointing on how she looks cheap even with the money of her husband, then the wine cold on her skin, her dress ruines and she crying running to hide, her bodyguard followed her informing the others what happened following her, his bodyguards got close to him to tell him about his wife.

-i'm sorry to interrupt Mr Park but Mrs Park was attack by miss Lim and her daughters, she's crying now

Sunghoon frantically got up going to search for her, their bodyguards telling him where to go, he found her in one of the empty ball rooms, crying sitting on the floor her dress ruined and her makeup too, the bodyguard waiting for them outside, Sunghoon kneeled in front of her.

-my love what happened?- he cups his face taking his handkerchief softly wiping her tears

-it was an accident

-don't lie to me, I can't do anything about it if... I know who did it and what she said to you... please tell me what happened- she pouts crying more, hugging him, he cradles her shushing to calm her

-they called me a gold digger, that I'm just a broke bitch and my family sold me like the whore that I am- she looks at Sunghoon with her eyes sparkling with tears he pouts looking at her- they treated me wrong and spilled their drink on me, I promise I didn't do anything to embarass you, they approached me and started to call me ugly names

-my poor wife, I know you're my good girl, you're a good wife too... my assistant is waiting for you with a change of clothes so you're comfortable on the way back, go change I'll wait for you to go, okay?

She nodded, they got up from the floor and she followed his assistant to the bathroom, Sunghoon saw her go, going back to the main dinning room, asking his bodyguards to block the entrance so no one can go out, taking a glass of the champagne and getting up the podium taking the mic.

-good night distinguishes people, as you may know I'm newly wed and this is the first time my wife and I come to one of these important events- y/n arrived to the hall seeing him there- you already know my wife, Park y/n, she's the pretty girl by the door waiting for me to go home- the heads turn to her seeing her sad face making her blush- it's really early and I know there's still a long way into the event, this marvelous event about empathy, charity and to provide selfless help to the ones in need, the Park family is deeply rooted to those values as a person, my wife too that's why we're together, along with so many great qualities as a person it's what made me marry her, I adore my wife I'll kiss the ground where she stepped because is holy to me- he takes a sip of his glass making eye contact with her smiling- whatsoever were leaving early on this important night because some people don't know how to behave, some of the guest here have money but non a bit of class or good taste, that why this distinguish ladies on the front seat, miss Lim, and daughters decided to talk down on my wife and not just that with the decency of a monkey they threw wine in her gorgeous dress, they hurt my love and tried to ridicule her, but as a civilized man I'm gonna do things right, so just wait for my lawyer to pay a visit to you, I'm gonna make sure you end up in the ruin after the lawsuit I'm gonna put against you- he smile devilishly- and this be a warning to all of you, if someone dare to even look down on my wife I'm gonna make sure you go to ruin suffering the consequences

He left going straight to her, she was still astonished when he pulled her to kiss her in front of everyone, he wrapped his arm on her waist and she like always did melted on his arms feeling safe, a sense of peace but overall love grew on her chest making her heart feel warm, Sunghoon pull apart taking her hand and leaving the event. On the ride home he talked with his lawyer to start with the lawsuit against the Lim family, setting the details to also buy a big part of their company, when he ended the call she looks at him.

-why did you do that?

-you're my wife I won't let anyone treat you bad for any reason

-it's gonna be worse for me... I'm their trash bin

He was about to deny her but his phone rings, it was his mom scolding him for what he did.

-I remind you that she is my wife, not just anyone, she is a Park and will be treated as such, good night mother I'm tired, I haven't rest since I came back today, I'll see you next week- he hangs on his mom taking her hand to kiss it- go directly to shower I'll be in your room for my goodnight kiss okay? I'll go shower too

She just nodded, when they arrived she was escorted by maids, since it was the first time she was there on her new house, in her room all her things from the house she used to live with her parents were already there, her clothes, her makeup, books, her electronic devices, the maid told her where is her closet the bathroom, the brand new products for her to use, she thanked her before she was alone, she took her time showering when she went out Sunghoon was on her closet picking up her pajamas, he didn't have to tell her since is something he does every morning and night, choose her clothes and check her while she gets dressed, even if she was getting used to him seeing her naked all the time, today it felt different, maybe because he did the same as when they were at school, he defended her from those who hurt her, like that her heart felt more love for him, Sunghoon didn't talk much when he was about to sleep, pulling her for a kiss when she finished getting dress pushing her to bed and hovering over her she responded to his kisses, he pulled apart before it was too much and he couldn't stop himself, he got comfortable next to her holding her on his arms.

-now tell me... How's that you're a trash bin?- she looks at his chest only playing with the fabric of his pajama- who told you that?

-no one... It's just the truth

-how?

-i'm not someone important, I'm just the girl that exists in the background, nobody notice if I'm there or not, only when they want to throw their shit on me, I'm used already everyone always told me I was a beggar because my family didn't have as much money as others, since they know I was gonna marry you they haven't stopped calling me a gold digger, everyone thinks I don't deserve to even breath near you... the wedding day everyone talked about how bad I looked in my dress- she's tearing up- I have always been too ugly, too skinny, no curves, no grace, nothing special... boring and dumb, that's how the ladies at the club call me that's why I stopped going, my parents told me people asked about me sometimes but I'm sure it was only to have someone to talk about... also it's not the first time it's physical, one time at the tennis court they hit me with a racket and throw the balls at me, they cut my hair badly at the salon because Mrs Lim was there and payed for that... the scar on my forearm was because they locked me in the gardeners warehouse and the grass shears fall on me cutting me

-why did you never stop them?

-my family is not that powerful they have more money than us it wasn't an option, I could only accept it, besides nobody believed me when I told them... I'm their trash bin since I'm like six, they used to hit me at school too

-my love- he kissed her softly- never again I'm gonna let something like that happen to you, no one would ever do something to hurt you, like I told my mom you're a Park now and you'll be treated as such- he pecks her lips getting comfortable with her in bed- now sleep

-are you gonna stay with me?

-yes, unless you want me to go to my room

-no, I like you here, I don't wanna feel disposable tonight... Is it too much if I ask to be held all night?

-not at all my love- he pulled her to his chest holding her to sleep together.

It was the first time they shared a bed, but most important, the first time he ever shared a bed with anyone, it felt different, magical even, the feeling of her warmth her body visibly smaller than him, how she snuggled on his arms finding the best position to sleep, it didn't felt suffocating like all the times girls asked him to stay with them, it feels right like if he's meant to be there.

In the morning she woke up, the weight of his arm around her waist was the first thing she noticed, they did sleep together, she heard the maids talking outside her room.

-mr Park is not in his room, what do I do? He made clear the morning routine, the breakfast is on the making, nobody knows where he is, the bodyguards said he hasn't left the house but I searched on his office he's not there

-maybe Mrs Park knows where to find him- the subtle knock on the door and then the slight gap- Mrs Park are you awake? Can I come in?

-yes- her voice was tiny and she felt nervous that they will see her sleeping with him- good morning- she said first seeing the maid astonished looking at the sleeping figure of Sunghoon holding her

-good morning Mrs Park, sorry we didn't know Mr Park was here still sleeping... he asked for your breakfast to be ready by 8, it's almost done

-oh, would you be so kind to bring everything here please?

-no problem the table hasn't been set, we'll bring everything here

-thank you- she smiles from her spot in bed, seeing the maid leave happily

She heard how the maids whispered about Mr Park sharing a bed, one of the maids asking if he was naked, she blushed because apparently it was something big to find them together, it wasn't a long time when everyone was back in the room setting a table and chairs there for them to eat, she moved him a little while he stirred awake.

-breakfast is ready- he just growled holding her tighter- is gonna be cold if you don't wake up, also I'm hungry

-i'm hungry too but hungry for you, wanna eat you- he said in his morning voice finally looking at her, red in embarrassment, he smiles and kiss her hungrily, she pushed him

-behave a little- the maids were trying their best to not look at them doing their work- don't say stuff like that

-why not? You get shy?

-yes because everyone can hear you and see you- Sunghoon finally looked around the room finding the service putting on the table

-good morning Mr Park, breakfast is ready Mrs Park changed it to her room, call us if you need anything- they bowed and leave running

-why didn't you tell me I had public?

-because you didn't let me, and besides you never say things like that just today

-it's because I dreamed about you, it was a nice dream with you making me feel good- he sits with her kissing her cheek- good morning love, now let's go eat before it gets harder to leave bed

They shared this peaceful morning until it was time for him to go get ready, he kissed her goodbye while leaving.

-i'll be here for dinner okay? Can you wait for me till then?- he kissed her at the door

-yes, have a nice day… -she saw him go, a little doubtful and still unsure she said the words she wanted to say to him out loud- I love you - Sunghoon listened before getting on his car, surprised he looks at her blowing her a kiss

She giggled, even if he didn't reply he did something affectionate, she went inside again, getting ready on the outfit he choose for her, she was just on her room spending most of the day there until the maids called for her.

-mrs Park, Mrs Park your mother in law is waiting for you downstairs

She sighed knowing exactly why she's there, she just went not asking questions or talking at all, her mother in law was talking but she didn't pay much attention getting in the car to the doctor.

Sunghoon was at his office solving some things related to her inheritance and how he's supposed to manage her part of the business that legally belongs to him only, he was deeply in thought when his assistant came in.

-mr Park, your lawyer send this document, about your wife's prenuptial arrangement- he looked up from his specks, taking the document- also doctor Lee send this bill related to your wife's surgery consultation

-a surgery? Put doctor Lee on line with me and ask in my house when and with who she left to the doctor?

-yes Mr Park

To say that Sunghoon was furious was so little compared to what he was actually feeling, he talked to the driver that was with her wife and mother to immediately come to his office, he read all over the prenuptial agreement along with his lawyer, when they arrived his mother directly went to kiss his cheek.

-you look good, it was good for you to go on vacation- she sits in front of him on his desk, y/n was still standing behind her not talking at all

-i wasn't on vacation only, was my honeymoon- his mother scoffed

-sure baby, you did a good job making the paparazzi believe that you are a real couple… you go get me a glass of water- her mother in law asked her, she was about to do as she said

-my love come here- Sunghoon extended his hand and she immediately obeyed- he pulled her to sit on his lap kissing her cheek- did you not miss me?

-i did, a lot- her voice was tiny

-why didn't you kissed me hello then?- she pecks his lips making him smile- did you have a nice day?- she nods- are you sure? There wasn't anything you didn't want?- she looks unsure and with fear to her mother in law

-i'm sure it was nice I read a lot today

-why didn't you tell me you wanted breasts implants?

-i probably forgot to mention- she looks down, avoiding his eyes, Sunghoon cradle her like a baby

-I see, so this prenup has nothing to do with it… let's see, point number two body image, subsection b, to accomplish a suitable look to be at the same level as Park Sunghoon the interested will have to undergo all the surgeries that the doctor, choose by Park Ayun, my mother, suggest… the surgeries must be in benefit of the interest of Sunghoon to achive the perfect look for him… anything to say love?

-i want them, all the surgeries so you can like me- she closed her eyes hiding her face on his chest

-i see, haven't you thought that I already like your body?- she looks up at him with hopeful eyes

-please baby don't say non sense

-i wasn't talking to you mother, I'm discussing this ridiculous arrangement my wife was involved without me knowing, what's worse is that this stupid thing mentions me like if it was something I asked

-I know what's better for you

-yeah so let's see… point eleven obedience, subsection a, the interested is obliged to comply with the orders that any member of the Park family can ask for, from housework or personal task and she must accomplish every single one of them with a smile and good attitude since now she's part of a bloodline that will dignify her as a person… what type of bullshit is that? She's my wife not a maid, and even if it was for my service I would never ask for something so stupid like that

-you have to understand that we did a favor buying her and her miserable family business

- enough, we didn't buy her, certainly, she's my wife not an object

-baby we basically picked her up because of that

-no you thought you did, but I chose to marry her, because I like how she is as a person, I don't give a fuck if I gain a company, if I want I can sell it to her dad again

-watch your language I'm your mother

-looks like you're just a stranger, especially because you made this thing without asking me… how can we undone this?-he asked his lawyer who fixed his glasses

-well since is an prenuptial arrangement in which only one of the parts was aware of it can easily be resolved as inadmissible due to lack of mutual agreement, also, since it affects the interests of Mr. and Mrs. Park, who are my clients, I can proceed for perjury with aggravating circumstances to mental and physical health

-you won't sue me baby, I'm your mother

-try me and you'll see

- I don't recognize you Sunghoon, I'm so disappointed of you, your father will know why you did to me

-please escort my mother out- his personal assistant did as he said- now why didn't you tell me about it?- he looks down at y/n snuggle on his chest

-I did… when I told you when we had our first night together, they made me do a clinic exam to check I was virgin, I did it twice first when they wrote this and the day before the wedding

-yeah you told me that but not all the horrible things you sign up for, extreme diet, surgeries, obedience, all of that… listen it's true that I like orden and control but not like that, I will make sure you have a proper diet but based in yummy things just like the ones I ask the cookers to make for us, I'll take you to the doctor if you need it and for regular check ups just like I do for myself… and the thing about your image and me controlling how you look is just because I don't want people to talk about it or look down on you ever again, not because I think you are below me

-thank you- she pecks his lips- for being good with me

-it was true what I said, I didn't buy a wife if it was someone else, I would never ever have agreed to get married, I do like to be with you since school… I think you're really pretty and cute, smart too, you're kind and sweet- she wraps her arms on his neck and he helped her to straddle him

-that means you can fall in love with me? Do I have a chance?- she looks at him with her sparkly eyes

-a big chance- he smiles making her squeak leaning to kiss him, passionately

-i can wait for that to happen, I'm gonna be a super really good wife so you love me back

-you're already a good wife- he caress her bottom giving her gentle pats on it- can we have our marital duties back?

-i still don't want you to touch me after your other girls- she pouts at him

-I'm ending my contract with them… just so you know it's only the one of the plane I don't have more or a lot… I won't see her again, I'm asking people to respect my wife and it would be hypocritical of me to not do the same- she smiles kissing him again

-can you be soft with me? I didn't like it rough, and I want aftercare like kisses or just you staying with me…

-I promise, I'll be better, I'm sorry for being an asshole with you when we first got together… I just don't know how to be committed, I never had anything like a relationship I was free to do anything and when girls asked me to commit I just left

-it hurt a lot when you to left me like that after you took my virginity

-i'm sorry my love, I'll be good for you- he dips his face on her neck kissing her there unbuttoning her blouse- you still wear this lingerie? I think I like this so that's something we'll be keeping- he kiss down her chest- it's appealing to me- he kissed her nipples sucking it even with the fabric there

-what if someone comes in?- her voice sounds more like a moan

-i'll fire them

-but that's cruel… we can just go to our house, I don't wanna our first real time together to be in your desk

-that's a better idea- he smiles while closing her blouse again getting up with her in his arms- let's go my love… do you want me to ask everyone to move your things to my bedroom? We can share and sleep together every night

-i would love too

Sunghoon left his office telling his assistant to cancel everything left for the day, to not call him until he's back at the office next day, he got into his car not taking his hands off her, touching every inch, kissing her with desperation, in the house was the same he asked to no one be allowed inside his room unless he called for them, he left her softly in bed.

-now my love undress- he smiles seeing her happily removing her garments.

This time he took his time with her making sure she was enjoying every second of it, rubbing her clit and kissing her, swallowing her moans, he made sure she was wet and when he pushed inside he just stayed there waiting for her to get used to the stretch.

-are you feeling alright love?- she just nods- I need words

-yes… Can you do that thing on my clit? Feels good- Sunghoon rub gentle circles on her sensitive bud, hearing her moan and clench around him- move please

He started softly, dragging his length in and out, he leaned to suck on her nipples making her scream in pleasure this time, everything was completely different she was feeling like it's the right thing, not like she was forced to, gradually he thrust inside her faster and harder, kissing every inch of skin he could reach leaving marks just that this time it didn't hurt her it made her feel really good.

-i feel like I'm gonna pee- he chuckled seeing her red of embarrassment

-let it go it will feel good- she squeeze his biceps holding as much as she can- it's not pee, cum my love let go you're gonna feel good

She did all her body spam, the feeling washing over her she moaned loud he didn't stopped chasing his own release, she clenched harder around him the sensations flooding her body, he grunt cumming inside her, leaning to kiss her riding their orgasm.

-was it good my love?- he smiles seeing her nod

-i like it so much how it felt- he was still settled deep inside her kissing her cheeks

-i'm glad you like it because now I'm not gonna leave you until you can't anymore- he started to move again not so soft like the first round

-feels funny… I feel really tingly here- she signaled her lower abdomen

-it's your body telling you that it wants more, but no worries I got you love- he smiles devilishly before increasing his pace.

She moaned, screamed and scratched him. Sunghoon put her in every possible position, making her cum so many times she lost count, a white ring already formed around his length and that squelching sound echoing in his room. Her last orgasm surprised them, she squirts without a warning making her red in embarrassment.

-I'm sorry… I didn't knew- but Sunghoon only felt proud on his chest- I didn't knew I can do that- she screamed feeling him thrust harder cumming inside her, she was already crying

-fuck that's the hottest thing I've ever seen, you think you can do it again?- he looks at her, cheeks covered in tears- what happened love? You didn't like it?

-no… I just…- she wipes her tears- I just felt really good it made me cry- he smiles leaning to kiss her, really messy starting to move again, she whimpers making him frown- no more please… I can't… it hurts

-i'm sorry- he cups her face giving her soft kisses and wiping her tears- gonna pull out okay?- he carefully pulled out seeing her spend pussy glistening with her arousal and his cum dripping out of her- fuck… you look so hot my love… gonna clean you okay?

He got up from bed, going into the bathroom taking a wet cloth, he first wipes himself putting on his pajama pants only, going out to her, he softly wipes her cleaning her crotch, she was feeling relaxed and so tired, her eyes barely open, he wipes all over her body giving her kisses in all the marks and hickeys he left.

-wanna a nap please- her voice sounds so tired but happy

-then sleep, I'll be here waiting for when you wake up- he makes sure she's laying comfortably, she's snuggling in a pillow hugging it, he kneels besides bed kissing her nose- sweet dreams love

She fell asleep almost immediately, he covered her with a blanket, leaving momentarily to ask for her things to be move into his room, tomorrow while he works, he asked for the dinner too and to bring her snacks for when she wakes up, he stayed there on his room working in something on his laptop trying to be really quiet he was like that for almost an hour.

-thank you, can you make some more for when Mrs Park wakes up?- Sunghoon was holding his cup of tea while one of his maids was serving him the last drop in the little pot

-of course, would you like me to bring cookies or pastries too?

-that would be so nice, the list says she likes strawberry flavored cake

-with ice cream- her sleepy voice made them look at her

-you heard her, strawberry cake with ice cream please

-right away- their maid smiles at them loving how affectionate they're, going immediately for what she asked

-did you rest well, my love?- Sunghoon just got up opening his arms, she got up quickly running with trembling legs to hug him

-really well… I'm still feeling like jelly-he kiss her forehead wrapping his arms around her- and my pussy hurts

-ow my love is all sore… I'm sorry I think I may just made my way for all those days you denied me- he kiss her touching her still naked body

-i think I should put on clothes before someone else sees me like this

-maybe…- Sunghoon started to kiss her neck pulling her body to his- maybe I don't want to put clothes on you- touching her all over

-no more please…- She gives little sighs of pleasure- I'm still too tired to do it again- he pulled apart

-only because your snack is about to come- he goes to his closet and takes an oversized t shirt coming back to put it on her frame sitting back on his chair taking his tea and offering her a sip- is it good?- she nods, blowing on his cup to sip it again

-May I come in?- the soft gentle voice of the maid resonate on the room

-yes- her tiny voice still sounds a little sleepy, the maid came in leaving her dessert there and pouring some tea on a cup- thank you

They were left alone again and she contently eats a little of her cake, doing a little dance of happiness, giving him a little too, enjoying the proximity and how intimate they got, not just passionate sex but this, moments covered with a certain sweetness that neither one of them thought possible at the beginning.

Maybe Sunghoon didn't love her yet but she felt close to that feeling, to have him for eternity because he would want that not because of a piece of paper. Maybe y/n loved him too much that he had a new sense of comfort with her, it wasn't power over her, it was different, something he couldn't name yet, but at least the feeling made him want to stay like this, like if after all this was the right and only thing to do.

Fin.

I hope you like this, it's my longest fic and finally my bias, I have a lot of ideas for him but idk I'm not sure if y'all would like it.

So this may be new but if you have an idea I would love to hear it, my ask box is open, not sure if I would call request open but I'll try my best to write if you want.

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Can I request.... pure detailed smut LOL Katsuki x reader, maybe they're coming back from a black tie event, Katsuki just can't keep his hands off her in her long, satin black dress with spaghetti straps and a long slit up the side? The way her silky smooth leg peeks through and her collar bones are excentuated just GOT TO HIM! They get home and can barely make it past the door before he's all over her, making out against the door, stripping her on the way to the bedroom, then eating her out before railing her a few times? Sorry it's so specific but its eating my 1 braincell rn omfg

Heat of Desire

The drive home is torturous. Katsuki’s hand is a hot, possessive weight on your thigh, fingers splayed just above the high slit of your satin black dress. The cool leather of the car seat beneath you only accentuates the burning press of his palm. His grip tightens whenever the dress shifts, the fabric slipping to reveal more of your smooth, glistening leg. You feel his gaze flick to you, crimson eyes hungry and predatory, lingering on the delicate line of your collarbones exposed by the thin, spaghetti straps.

You shiver, pretending it’s from the chill of the air conditioning and not the way his thumb strokes slow circles into your skin. The tension between you has been electric since the start of the event, a low hum of anticipation thrumming through every lingering glance and subtle brush of fingers. You’ve caught the way his eyes trail over you—sharp and possessive—as other eyes wander to your figure. You know he’s been restraining himself all night, but the twitch of his jaw and the way he keeps running his tongue over his teeth scream how close he is to snapping.

He finally parks the car, and you barely unbuckle your seatbelt before he’s out and striding over to your side. The door opens with a sharp pull, and Katsuki grips your hand, tugging you out and against his chest. You gasp as his other arm loops around your waist, the hard line of his body pressed intimately against yours. The flickering streetlight above bathes him in harsh light, highlighting the wildness in his eyes.

“Fuckin’ tease,” he growls low, breath hot against your ear. “Doin’ that on purpose, huh? Lettin’ every extra look at you like you’re theirs to ogle?”

Your lips part to retort, but he captures your mouth with a bruising kiss, lips demanding and searing. You melt against him, fingers tangling in the lapels of his suit jacket as he steals the breath from your lungs. His grip on your waist tightens, grinding you against the hard ridge of his arousal, and you can’t help the needy whimper that spills from your lips. Katsuki smirks against your mouth.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Let’s get the fuck inside before I fuck you right here,” he snarls, dragging you towards the door.

You fumble with the keys, hands trembling as you unlock the door and stumble inside. It’s like crossing a threshold into madness—the door slams shut, and you barely catch your breath before Katsuki is on you. He presses you back against the door, teeth nipping at your jawline, down the curve of your neck. His hands are everywhere—greedy, calloused palms skimming up your thighs, slipping beneath your dress to grip the plush of your ass. You gasp when his fingers curl, pulling you flush against his hardness.

“Fucking knew this dress would drive me insane,” he rasps, mouth hot against your throat. “Walked around all night lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream.”

Your fingers dive into his hair, tugging as his teeth graze the sensitive spot beneath your ear. He groans, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he hoists you up, pinning you between his body and the door. You wrap your legs around his waist, gasping when his hips press against your core. The heat of him, even through layers of fabric, sends a rush of wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Katsuki,” you moan, arching into the press of his mouth as he sucks a mark into your collarbone.

“Yeah, say my name just like that,” he growls, rocking his hips so his clothed length grinds against you. “Gonna have you scream it.”

The promise in his voice makes you shudder, and he smirks wickedly, eyes dark and hooded. The satin straps of your dress slide off your shoulders, aided by his rough fingers. He watches with hungry eyes as the fabric slips lower, revealing the curve of your breasts and hardened nipples straining against the silk. Katsuki curses under his breath, one hand cupping your breast while the other tugs your dress down further, the satin pooling around your hips.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your nipple until you gasp. “Always so fuckin’ perfect.”

He carries you to the bedroom, every step deliberate as he mouths along your neck, the hot wet slide of his tongue tracing the racing pulse beneath your skin. He lowers you to the bed, watching with a smirk as the dress pools around your body, baring you to him. Katsuki’s gaze is molten, eyes tracing every inch of exposed skin before he starts shedding his own clothes—jacket, tie, shirt—all discarded carelessly to the floor. The ridges of his muscles flex beneath the dim light, and the way his pants strain against his erection makes your mouth water.

But before you can reach for him, he’s on his knees, spreading your legs and settling between them. His fingers trace the lace of your panties, eyes flicking up to meet yours as he hooks them to the side. The first swipe of his tongue is hot and wet, and you keen, hips bucking as his hands grip your thighs and pin you down.

“Tastes so fuckin’ good,” he groans, the vibrations sending sparks through your nerves. He laps at your folds, tongue swirling around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. The wet, lewd sounds are obscene, and your back arches as pleasure coils hot and tight in your belly.

Katsuki’s tongue is relentless, flicking and circling, sucking until your thighs tremble and your breath hitches. When he slides two thick fingers inside you, the stretch is perfect, and you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets. He pumps them steadily, curling just right until white-hot pleasure bursts, and you shatter around his mouth, crying his name.

He licks you through the high, savoring every twitch and moan until you’re boneless beneath him. But his hunger isn’t sated—not even close. He crawls over you, eyes dark and feral as he lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. The stretch as he sinks in is glorious, a slow burn that fills you to the brim. Katsuki grips your hips, pulling you against him until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, head falling forward to press against your shoulder. “Made for me.”

He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping forward as he pounds into you, each thrust deep and claiming. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, nails raking down his back as he drives you higher. The way he watches your face, drinking in every moan and gasp, is possessive and reverent all at once.

“Look at you—my perfect girl,” he growls, hand sliding down to press against your stomach. “Feel me, huh? Right here, fillin’ you up.”

The pressure sends you over the edge, and you scream his name, clutching him tight as he groans, thrusts growing frantic. He spills inside you, warmth flooding deep as he rides out his high, hips jerking with every pulse.

He barely gives you time to catch your breath before flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up as he sinks back in, dragging a scream from your lips. He rails you until your knees give out, until the bed creaks beneath you and his name is a broken plea on your tongue. When he finally lets you collapse, sweaty and sated, he gathers you in his arms, lips brushing your forehead.

“Fuckin’ mine,” he murmurs, voice rough but soft. “Always.”

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[oscquinn]

“Say you want me and I’m yours” and “there’s so many things i wanna do to you” with Will Smith? Maybe they’re childhood best friends and she goes to visit him over spring break😏

oh i love him sm especially with this trope

"say you want me and i'm yours" + "there's so many things i wanna do to you" from this subtle smut list. part of my mini writing event!

will smith x bsf!reader. rated M. smutty/suggestive themes, childhood friends to lovers, underage drinking (be safe y'all but trust i've been there), they're in san diego cause san jose is nottt a beachy vacay place

while the majority of your friends were on a trip to miami, you were spending your break in san diego, with will. he'd booked a little beach cottage for the whole week, even though he was only able to be there for a handful of the days. you were by yourself for what felt like forever, days passing lazily by the sea, or lounging on the screened in porch where you could hear the waves.

then, suddenly, the days had passed and will was there. you could hug him again, the grinning boy you'd seen every day for years throughout school. the first night you slept in seperate rooms, but by the second you were only getting ready in the larger bedroom, spending your nights in the second bedroom with will, where two twin beds are placed side by side.

he looks beautiful in the sun. for the time that he's with you, you're just itching to kiss him. but fears swirl in your head, weighing down the butterflies in your stomach as you convinced yourself it would ruin the friendship.

you're getting ready for dinner on the last night of will's stay, your bags nearly repacked for your flight the following evening. you wear a long, low-cut dress, white with yellow and pink flower detailing along the top.

will steps in, his curls touseled from the salt air, wearing a loose button up and board shorts. he lets out a low whistle and grins at you. "you're showing me up," he teases, sliding in next to you on the bench seat in front of the vanity.

you remain focused on your reflection, even as his hand slides around your waist. he's always been touchy like this, sitting so close to you. his thigh brushes your own, and you catch his eyes roaming your body in the mirror. "will," you murmur, turning to him. his lips are parted, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, and you wonder what he would say if you stayed quiet.

but you can't bare it anymore. you're so fucking tired of pretending like will doesn't have his fingers so tight around your heart, like he doesn't look at you like he wants to devour you. "say you want me and i'm yours," you blurt out, heart pounding in your chest. "fuck, will. j-just tell me i'm not crazy."

and then he's kissing you. one hand cradles your neck, the other tugging your thigh until you get the memo and shuffle into his lap. he kisses you deeply, like he's been waiting his whole life for this moment. you don't know it, but he has been.

will palms your breast, slipping the strap of your dress down to feel the smooth skin under his fingertips. "you," he murmurs, pulling back from your lips. "you drive me fucking crazy. there's so many things i wanna do to you. do with you."

you whine at his words, fingers tangling in soft blond curls to pull him back in. your tongue dives into his mouth, and your arm tightens around his middle as he lifts you up. "mm, fuck!" you yelp, giggling as will tosses you onto the bed. he crawls over you, the press of his hips to yours revealing his half-hard length. "we should cancel dinner," you murmur halfheartedly, already melting as his lips drag across your sternum.

"don't care," he says gruffly, fingers finding the zipper on the side of your dress. "fuck dinner, i have one night with you right now. i'm making it count."

© oscquinn, 2025. click here for my inbox.

[damiansgoodgirll]

I'm so happy your requests are open, I loveee your works :)

I was hoping I could ask for something with Rhea x Reader who goes non verbal when they're overwhelmed. Maybe with a small mention of Damien Priest ??

Have a great day :)

rhea ripley x reader ft platonic damian priest

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️comfort, reader feeling overwhelmed and anxious, reader going non-verbal

a comforting presence

it wasn’t a secret that you didn’t like big crowds. you preferred the comfort of silence.

rhea knew it and she never pushed you into doing things that would make you uncomfortable.

everytime she was in the ring fighting, she thought of you being at home cheering for her from the comfort of your own bedroom. she could feel your warmth and love even if you weren’t there.

but when rhea was confirmed to be the fifth member of bianca’s team for war games, you wanted to be there for her. this was going to be a huge moment for her and you wanted to be there.

rhea wasn’t so sure. she knew the crowd for war games was definitely gonna be worse and louder than any normal crowd and the fact that you would have been alone surrounded by people didn’t help her either.

she asked you to watch the match backstage but you said that it wouldn’t have been the same, you wanted to feel the crowd and wanted to enjoy the experience at fullest.

so she reluctantly agreed.

she bought you a ticket in a vip booth, so that you could hide and stay in your comfort in case the crowd got too loud.

you were fine with that - as long as you were able to see her and her team, you were happy with it.

the match went to her favor and even tho the glass barrier was keeping the crowd noise down, you were still able to enjoy the cheers and happy moments from the public.

everything was working out perfectly and you were so happy you didn’t miss that incredible moment. rhea was as happy as you were - knowing that you were in the crowd cheering for her.

the first thing she wanted to do once she won the match was to come and get you but press and interviews stopped her. you still enjoyed the rest of the show - feeling a little down when damian didn’t win because of finn, again but getting hyped again when roman’s team came into the ring.

you couldn’t believe you were assisting to that live.

you were happily cheering and watching the match behind the glass when you noticed some people looking at you. they probably recognized you as you and rhea never stayed private in your relationship. a few of them took quick pictures of you to post on twitter, just to let the fan base know that you were there.

quickly receiving notifications from you phone, you decided to open twitter and read what was going on about you.

she finally showed up - a rheas’ stan account said.

i thought she never existed and we were all imagining her - someone else said.

and way worse comments aimed towards you that you didn’t want to read.

why were people so mean?

looking back at the girls who took pictures of you, you noticed them staring and once they caught your eyes, they pretended nothing ever happened.

you felt small, in that moment you just wanted to disappear.

without thinking twice, you left your spot and you tried to find the entrance for the backstage. remembering the pass rhea gave you, you knew you were going to use it now.

waking through the corridors, people stared at you, probably recognizing you.

“bad idea…” you whispered. trying to remain calm, you just wanted to be in rhea’s presence.

before you could even know where you were going, a big pair of arms gently tapped on your back.

damian was standing behind of you with the biggest smile on his face. he always cared about you and he knew that you came for rhea and he couldn’t be happier you showed up.

“damian…” you softly said, trying not to show any discomfort.

“hey y/n! it’s so nice to see you here!” he was happy even though he just lost “i haven’t seen you in a while and” damian stopped the moment he saw you weren’t there listening to him “everything okay?”

you couldn’t find words so you simply shook your head no.

“anything i can do?” he was worried. he never saw you so distressed.

“rhea…” was all you managed to say before you completely shut down.

he nodded, gently taking your hand into his bigger ones and guiding you backstage. you felt extremely uncomfortable being surrounded by people who kept looking at you and you were so thankful that damian was there to shield you with his body.

backstage it was calmer but still a lot of people who were working and moving quickly.

your brain couldn’t process what was going on, just a millions thoughts that ran through your mind.

what if you stayed at home like rhea said? what if she was busy and didn’t want to see you? what if you were just being a liability for her?

too many thoughts that you didn’t even realise that the person damian was talking with was rhea. she was there, looking between your lost look and damian who was explaining her that he found you waking through the building.

she was worried. you were looking at her but your eyes weren’t there, you weren’t there.

“…baby?” her voice came from distance even if she was standing right in front of you.

you looked up immediately at her. meeting her worried eyes. your brain started to work and the moment damian gave you some privacy, you took a deep breath.

“everything okay baby? what’s going on?” rhea was standing there in front of you trying to see if you were hurt or if something worse happened but there was no sign of fighting on your body “can you tell me what’s going on baby, please?” she wanted to help so bad but didn’t know how.

again, you shook your head no.

you weren’t comfortable talking, you couldn’t trust your words in that moment and the fear of being constantly spied upon made your skin shiver.

rhea immediately understood from the way you were standing. your body language gave her all the answers she needed.

she knew that eventually you were gonna to explain what happened later, she knew it and she knew that in that moment you needed her. you needed her comfort and her presence.

“let’s take you somewhere calmer okay pretty girl?” she asked, not really waiting for a reply. she softly grabbed your hand and she led you towards her locker room.

sitting down on her couch, your brought your hands into your lap as a few tears fell from your eyes.

“baby…” she whispered seeing you so upset “hey, it’s okay baby, i’m here…whatever you’re going through, you’re not alone, i’m here” she said sitting next to you.

you tried to smile and quickly wiped your tears off.

“is it okay if i touch you? can i hold you in my arms?” rhea gently asked you and the moment you nodded ‘yes’ with your head, she immediately brought her muscular arms around your body, letting your head rest on her shoulder.

she whispered soft words, trying to ease your discomfort.

“…everything is okay baby, i’m here, you’re safe…i got you pretty girl” rhea hated seeing you cry. she thought that probably something happened with you and the crowds, cursing herself to let you come here without anyone by your side. she was glad you were there and safe in her arms.

your sobs slowed a little and you were able to catch your breath “easy pretty girl, everything’s okay…”

you looked at rhea and you found comfort in her presence. her smile and sweet look that she reserved only for you made your heart flutter.

“you’re safe with me love, you don’t have to explain it now…you’re safe, i’m here and i’m not going anywhere” she whispered wiping the remaining tears away from your face.

you nodded - words weren’t needed in that moment - and softly melted into her touch.

you knew you were safe, you had her by your side and nothing was going to happen to you.

[nvxzaa]

── .✦ Live

Masterlist

Pairing : Kim Seungmin x reader

Word : 1.2k

Genre : fluff

Warning : none

[LIVE - in progress]

Seungmin is live in his room, settled on his bed. He's wearing a loose sweater and his hair is still a little damp. He reads the comments with a smile, one hand resting on his leg. Next to him, off-camera, we occasionally make out a knee or a piece of sweater. Occasionally, an arm reaches across the screen to grab something or slip a bracelet onto his wrist.

Seungmin (smiling):

"Yes, I'm home safely, thank you... I'm just a little tired, but I'm fine."

He looks down to see what she's doing next door. She's just gently grabbed his wrist to pass him a braided bracelet. He smiles more broadly.

Seungmin:

"See this hand? She's forcing me to be cute. She's been making bracelets for a while now, and I'm her guinea pig."

Comments fly:

"Who's that??", "Looks like a girl...", "Is that Yn?", "Is that your girlfriend?"

Seungmin bursts out laughing as the questions fly by.

Seungmin (reading):

"'Is she your girlfriend?"... Wait, you didn't know that yet?"

He turns his head slightly towards her, then resumes, smiling tenderly.

Seungmin:

"Yes. It's been a while now. Three years, in fact."

The comments become more excited. WHAAATs" and "OMGGGs" appear everywhere. Yn lets out a quiet laugh without saying anything, still concentrating on the wires of her bracelet. She remains off-camera, but her soft voice can be heard:

Yn (calm, teasing):

"Didn't you say two years the other day?"

Seungmin (shocked, falsely offended):

"YA! You want to cause trouble? Three years. Three years."

He laughs, then continues reading the questions aloud.

Seungmin:

"'She's put up with you for three years?' - unbelievable but true. She deserves a medal."

Yn gently pinches the inside of his arm off-camera, pretending to be in pain.

Seungmin:

"'How did you meet?' Ohhh that's a good question..."

He turns his head towards her, inviting her to answer with his eyes. She hesitates for a second, then finally speaks as she continues with her bracelet:

Yn:

"I was a fan... basically."

Seungmin (mocking, but touched):

"'Basically,' she says. Like you stopped."

Yn (smile in voice):

"I've evolved. Now I'm a fan and traumatized."

Seungmin bursts out laughing, clearly amused.

Seungmin:

"No, really... She came to a fansign. I thought she asked super calm, interesting questions... And then we saw each other again."

Yn adds softly:

Yn:

"I'd left my phone on the table. He brought it back outside."

Seungmin (smiling, remembering):

"You looked at me like I was a ghost."

Yn:

"Because it's not normal for an idol to follow you to the bus stop."

Seungmin:

"Anyway... that's it. Fate and all that."

He raises his wrist to show the finished bracelet.

Seungmin:

"She's good, isn't she? Would you like me to win you one?"

The comments explode again. He casts a tender glance off-camera, then finally says:

Seungmin (sweet):

"Thank you for all your kind messages. She's a little discreet, but she reads everything. I mean... she pretends not to stalk, but she knows your usernames better than I do."

Yn (discreet):

"That's not true."

Seungmin:

"It's very true."

[LIVE ended - quiet atmosphere in the bedroom]

Seungmin puts his phone on the table, the screen still on, then stretches gently. He glances at Yn, who is leaning back against the bed cushions, a light smile on her lips.

Seungmin (amused):

"You were so cute there. You looked like you wanted to disappear as soon as they started asking questions."

Yn (mocking):

"I hadn't signed up for a live couple. I had come to make my bracelets in peace."

Seungmin (joining her):

"You stayed the whole time... You could have run away."

Yn:

"You would have grumbled."

He bends a little to grab one of the bracelets she's made, then comes to play with her fingers.

Seungmin (smiling gently):

"I think they like us together. They felt it, I think... the naturalness."

Yn (sincere):

"They're nice. I was afraid it would bother them, or that they'd be mean to you because of me."

Seungmin (shaking her head):

"Those who really love me will be happy for me. Besides... we never forced things. We just let each other live."

There's a tender silence. Seungmin watches him for a few seconds, his features relaxed. Then he says, in a lower voice:

Seungmin:

"What were you thinking... when you were in line that day?"

Yn (smiling shyly):

"That I'd probably cry in front of you. And that you were even more handsome in person."

He laughs softly, a little touched.

Seungmin:

"I remember you had a very soft voice. You spoke slowly, as if you were afraid of disturbing someone. And you said something..."

Yn (intrigued):

"What?"

Seungmin:

"You said, "I hope you sleep well." I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before."

Yn (biting her lip, a little embarrassed):

"You must have looked tired."

Seungmin (lower, sincere):

"I was. But that day, you woke me up."

He grabs her hand and holds it in his, gently. She looks down, her heart a little too noisy all of a sudden. After a moment's silence, she whispers:

Yn:

"You could have never come after me..."

Seungmin (with a chuckle):

"And miss all this? No way."

He places a quick kiss on the back of her hand, adding nothing more. They stand there in comfortable silence, their fingers intertwined, and the braided bracelet sliding gently down to her wrist.

[In the days following the live show]

Since that night, something has changed. It's not that they were hiding before, or that they necessarily wanted to show off now. It's just... they didn't really care. They were there, together. And that was enough.

Yn hasn't gone live with him since. She doesn't really like it. But since that day, her bracelets are everywhere.

In every photo. Every interview. Every performance.

Always the same, around Seungmin's left wrist. Braided white with a blue heart. A tiny detail for the public, but immense for her. And for him.

Fans were quick to notice.

"Isn't that the bracelet his girlfriend was making in the live show?"

"He wears it on every appearance now."

"Has it become his gri-gri or what?"

But he didn't really answer. He just smiled, lowered his eyes a little to her wrist, as if seeking comfort in the discreet knots she'd made for him.

Backstage, the members scoffed a little at first.

- "Are you going to keep it on until it falls off on its own?"

- "It's sturdy, isn't it, this love bracelet."

And he, without even looking up:

- "It's not about to fall off."

Because that was the truth. Yn had made it with him in mind. Braiding it gently against her arm. She hadn't said anything, but he'd felt everything she hadn't said. And wearing this bracelet was a bit like wearing her. Always there. Always close.

There was even an interview where the presenter ended up asking:

- "So Seungmin, this bracelet... what's the story?"

He had smiled, softly, without blushing, straightforwardly.

- It's a gift. Handmade. I'm keeping it because it brings me luck."

And at the back of the room, Yn, who had been waiting for him to finish, had had that discreet little smile. The one she offered only to him. The one he looked for everywhere, even in the crowd.

[sleepymarimo]

୨୧. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

: ̗̀➛ following a job, toji wants nothing more than to spend time with the person who makes him feel more man than monster.

pairing: toji x fem!reader cw: not much, but i'll give a warning for suggestive themes near the end! very slice of life. the two of you shower together, just talk about your day and plan a date for tomorrow :) wc: ~2.3k an: currently pushing the 'toji is so, so soft with you when he's in love agenda'. blame my moscow mule and whiskey shot for this.

there's something about not having to pretend, about not having to put up a front, that makes toji realize just how tired he is.

his job is finally done, a few hits followed by using some not so friendly methods to gather up a bit of information for one of his clients.

throngs of people, neon lights and the honking of cars fade into echoes as he takes the local subway lines toward your neighborhood. he taps the fare card at each station's exit, it's balance never running dry.

it's one of the little things you do for him, keeping it stocked, allowing the assassin to get to where he needs to go.

he's so damn excited to see you.

this most recent gig has kept him away for a solid three, maybe four days at this point.

his body barely reacts to the jerks and turns of the train's car, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. there's not many people on the train and it's not like they would sit by him, anyway.

with a small grunt he cracks his neck, allowing his mind to wander. he doesn't need to pay attention; he's confident that nothing will slip past his senses. while he wants to believe that you'll be sound asleep in your shared bed, a part of him figures that you're up waiting for him.

"shit." he thinks, one of his hands absentmindedly running through his hair. he was just in shibuya. maybe he could've grabbed you something from that specialty store you trekked to nearly every weekend or checked if that café was still collabing with the series you'd been gushing about.

the thoughts in his head are all but useless now, the train making it's automated announcement before coming to a rolling stop at the station that had become all to familiar to him these past few months.

he steps off, tapping his card to the reader and resisting to urge to roll his eyes at it's chime.

it's not a far walk, though there's a stark difference between this neighborhood and the rowdy inner city streets. there are no brilliant lights or flashing signs, but the occasional lamppost and crossing signal.

each step to your apartment feels like a weight off his shoulders, the corner of his lips curling into a small smirk as he punches in the code to the front door.

as he enters the apartment, the sliver of light from beneath your door tells him all he needs to know.

he kicks his shoes off and lets out a controlled breath, the bedroom door creaking slightly as he pushes it in and playfully scoffes at the sight of you clinging to consciousness on the bed.

the way your eyes light up, almost squinted as they're squished in by the apples of your cheeks, sends a ripple of warmth through his chest that he can only compare to the sensation of being stabbed. the only difference is that he'd gladly run into your blade, no questions asked.

"i thought i told you not to wait up, angel." he chides, through there's no bite in his words as he walks over until he's standing beside where you're laying on the bed.

his gaze flickers over to the television where one of your shows, a rerun, he's sure, is playing on the screen.

"oh shut up." you rise to a seated position, the blankets pooling at your waist as you continue with what you both know is a lie. "i wasn't tired."

he hums in acknowledgement, the sound so soft that he has to wonder if it really came from him. when you hop out of bed, standing before him, his brows raise in mild curiosity, his hands coming up to rest at your waist as he silently marvels at the warmth clinging to you.

"sure, angel." his thumbs lightly massage your skin over your clothes. "so what's the plan then?"

whatever show you're watching is quickly forgotten. you shrug, your hands resting on his. tilting your head toward the bathroom, you respond. "shower. you're not getting in bed all gross like that."

he doesn't protest, instead lowering his head and nudging it against yours, taunting you with a smirk. toji is aware that the scent of cigarettes and the stale air of some shitty bar cling to him like an unwanted coat. "who're ya callin' gross, huh? i'm clean enough."

yet, even as he speaks, he's guiding you toward the bathroom with a strong palm resting on your lower back.

the true white lights cast a somewhat harsh glare on the room, but the familiarity of your touch, of the sanctuary that is your apartment, only serves to soften him.

you navigate through the space with ease, the pipes hissing as the shower comes to life. it takes only a second for water to start spraying, the curtain rod clinking as you patiently wait for things to heat up.

"how'd the job go, anyway?" your hands find the hem of his shirt, gently tugging it up. he gets the hint, tossing the garment off to the side without hesitation before he does the same for you. “it was a long one.”

he doesn't bother hiding his admiration for your bare flesh, a noise of approval emanating from his chest as he leans forward and places a kiss on your cheek before helping you with your bottoms. the routine is familiar, grounding, to the man who thought he'd sworn off of any sort of domesticity.

the light thud of your clothes hitting the floor is drowned out by the sound of water droplets pitter pattering against the walls of the bathtub. "don't worry about that shit, angel." he replies, not unkind, eyes twinkling with amusement as he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer. "it's not for you."

it's hard fighting the instinct to roll your eyes, the water starting to heat up as indicated by the slow building of steam in the bathroom. the warmth of his body is much welcomed, your hands busying themselves with grabbing a shower cap and stretching it over your head.

"oh, c'mon, i can handle it." you protest, ever curious about the things he sees, the things he does. "i watch dateline, i know all about crime."

your words earn a chuckle from him, felt more than heard, his head lifting as he angles you toward the tub. "that right? sorry to burst your bubble, but it's not the same." his free hand comes up to press against your shower cap, the plastic wrinkling under his touch. he's always thought the accessory made you look silly, another gruff chuckle leaving him as his palm lightly swats at your ass. "get in already, it's cold."

the echo of your laughter is a siren's call he isn't about to leave unanswered. he steps in with you, a steady stream of water cascading down his skin and melting away the tension that had been clinging to his frame these last few days.

he's content to be pampered by you, to listen to you, to exist in your presence without pretense. for so long his life had been a series of transactions, whether he was selling his skills or himself. but here, he doesn't feel the need to put up any walls or act like something he's not.

with you, he's just a man.

a satisfied grunt leaves him as you massage body wash into his chest, your hands expertly spreading the soapy mix into the muscle before sliding them up to his shoulders. he can't help but take note of how focused you are, the sight almost comical, especially with that stupid shower cap atop your head.

"you're just feelin' me up now." he accuses, though he makes no move to stop you.

your hands pause for a moment as you let out a sarcastic chuckle, encouraging him to stand under the spray of water to rinse off. "there's not much to feel." you lie, doing your best to remain serious, but a smile unwillingly curls at your lips.

he hums in amusement, knowing damn well that you purred like a cat when you had your face pressed into his chest. "you're a fuckin' liar." he points out without much remorse, his eyes tracking your every movement while he purposefully flexes the muscle beneath your fingertips. "but sure, tell me there ain't nothing there."

in your mind, he's the one acting like a cat, his head tilted back and a lazy smirk on his face. it makes you want to snicker, push his buttons in that way you know he likes. "i spoil you too much."

"hm? sounds like a you problem." he lowers his head, your comment igniting a familiar playfulness. then, it's replaced with a rare sort of thoughtfulness, one of his hands coming up to rest on your hip.

he remembers what he was thinking about on the train, perhaps wanting to do a little spoiling of his own. "say, why don't we head to shibuya tomorrow? get you that mug from the café that’s doing that collab shit for the show you like."

toji feels like the best boyfriend for remembering such a small detail, knowing it was sure to earn him some points.

the steam starts to fog the mirror, the water hitting the tub in sporadic splashes as you rinse off your own body wash. your hands wipe some water off your face, shoulders lightly jumping with the laugh you give.

"they stopped doing it, like, two days ago." you reveal, smile a bit too smug.

he's momentarily dumbfounded, silently cursing himself. one of his hands runs through his still wet hair, pushing it back. some annoyed grumbles leave him, lips almost set into a pout. "shit, sorry angel."

truthfully, it's not that big of a deal, and you can't help but be amused by his mannerisms. you nudge him with your elbow, letting him know that not all hope was lost. "a café in kyoto is doing the 'collab shit', too. that one is still open."

"well fuck, why didn't you say that?" he nods, eyes wandering to the ceiling as he mentally maps out his schedule. "tomorrow then, let's go. we'll get ya all that overpriced shit with your favorite character on it."

the sound of your laugh is enough to make him smirk, his eyes following the path of the water as it runs down your skin. a day with his favorite girl, no crappy jobs or seedy clients, sounds like a damn dream.

"what if i had plans already, asshole?" you counter with a grin, challenging him, playfully goading him on as the last of the suds flow down the drain.

his eyes narrow and he scoffs, his demeanor nothing short of puckish. he knows you too well, figuring that the highlight of your day tomorrow would've been going out to grab a coffee or something. "no you fuckin' don't, angel. don't test me."

your lips press together as you ponder your next move, but you relent. "okay, fine, i don’t have anything to do."

"good." he replies, softer now, palm rising to rest on your damp cheek. there's a moment where he just blatantly admires you, thumb running across your lips. "tomorrow. you and me are gonna take the first train to kyoto, alright?"

you loved when he looked at you like that, but oh you hated how it made you feel like a damn school girl. still, you nod and lean into his hand. "yeah. me and you."

it could be from his gaze or from the thick steam in the bathroom, but you figure it'd be wise to get to bed. turning toward the faucet, you reach your hand out to shut the water off.

toji has a different plan though, a part of him not wanting this moment to end quite yet.

"wait, c'mere." he orders, bringing you close as his voice drops to a murmur. "forgot to kiss ya when i came in."

his actions make your stomach flip, your head angling upward to meet his lips for a kiss. his touch is firm, filled with intent, telling you everything you know he feels but struggles to say. a rough palm plants itself on the base of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

he can't even begin to explain how you feel against him, his senses honing in on all you have to offer. the heat of your skin, the scent of your body wash, the taste of your lips… hell, he swears he can even hear your heart beating in your chest.

it's not enough for him and he pulls away, only to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder.

a smile curls at your lips and you sigh in delight, hands planting themselves on his bicep, your thumbs running along the contours of his muscle and the occasional scar. when he pulls you closer, when you feel him, you click your tongue in mock protest.

"you're gonna make it hard to take the first train to kyoto." you whine, though each swipe of his tongue or grazing of his teeth breaks you down even further.

toji seems to know this, his grip on you tightening, his smile felt against your skin. "we'll get ya to kyoto tomorrow, angel." he assures, ensuring you're kept warm under the showerhead. "we can spend all day there. i'll buy you whatever you want, yeah?"

there’s no way you could complain about that, so you let yourself go.

nodding, you succumb to your fate, succumb to him, wholly.

it's a blur from there, but by tomorrow morning, the two of you are on the second earliest train to kyoto.

at your reserved seats, you watch the scenery roll by with interest, everything almost a blur due to the high speed. he's given you the window seat, his frame protectively placed between you and the rest of the train car's occupants.

your head resting on his shoulder, arm hooked comfortably beneath his bicep, toji allows himself a moment of respite, no pretending, no walls.

it's just you and him, and he feels like one lucky bastard.

[goldfades]

Paige nsfw hcs pls

─ warnings | NSFW under the cut! read at your own discretion!

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─ ev's notes | the long awaited nsfw headcanons for paigey, i finally got the motivation to write it after i kept reading the INSANE smut yall keep writing (keep it up im lovin it) also this is such a mess, this is just rambling and not organized whatsoever, but wtv i hope yall enjoyed :)

woo, where do i even begin?

let's begin with the obvious, paige is a TOP, i can't stress this enough

i genuinely can't see anyone topping her she's just .... a TOP

but that doesn't mean she won't let you take the reigns every once in awhile, esp after a bad game/tiring practice because everyone once to be taken care of sometimes

i'm def not the first person to say this and certainly will not be the last but STRAP GAME GOES SOOOOO HARD

i feel like at first she's gonna be weirded out cus like... she likes only girls for a reason??? and she has her mouth and fingers??? why would she need a piece of plastic to make her girl feel good???

but the first time y'all try it, she's hooked

she forgets ab her hands after that

jk but like

yeah she's HOOKED

she gets really into it LOL, def can imagine her calling the strap her dick

oh and she fucks HARDDDD like, no room to breathe or anything

like you'll be gasping for air after and she'll be super duper proud

i read this one fic with like the dual ended one (i didn't even know that existed) and then i was like yep, yes this is the oneee

with positions, i can't see her doing anything more than like missionary (cus she loves to see your pretty face) and like from the back

but as soon as she discovers riding, it's OVERRRRR for you

she's making you ride her strap anytime she can, cus she loves it

she has her hands on your hips as she's guiding you and she LOVES IT so fucking much, like the power she has over you makes her go feral

oh and do not get me started on sucking her strap, cus again she loves the power she holds over you

she has your hair in a ponytail and the more you get comfortable with the whole thing, she WILL make you gag

she acts like it's her dick (yeah i know we covered that) but like esp when you're sucking her strap, she will just dirty talk u the entire time

"you like my dick, pretty girl? like gagging on my dick?" cus yeah, u do

oh and yes, she does have breeding kink

it breaks her heart that she can't get you pregnant 😪

but she sure as hell will pretend to!!!!!

will 100% bend you over and just yap about getting you pregnant

also if she's fucking you in missionary, she expects you to look at her the entire time

so if you turn away, she will grab your face and keep you looking straight at her

FUCK IDK WHY THAT'S SO HOT

paige is a D1 yapper i fear, and that would 10000% seep into the bedroom LMAO

mostly praise cus babygirl would feel really bad but when she gets into, she GETS into it

like she will call you her slut as she's about cum

that post-nut clarity goes hard the first time tho cus she's like no way i called my gf a dirty fucking slut 😭😭 she sits with her thoughts for a good 10 minutes trying to recollect herself

she is a munch for sure, like she will eat you out for hours and hours on end (not an exaggeration btw)

but she LOVES when you give back

it makes her go fucking feral when she sees you eating her out, like yessssssssssssss

she has to close her eyes bc if she keeps looking at your face, she WILL cum

she has a bad hair pulling problem, like she will grip your hair so hard your head will hurt after

it's apart of the appeal tho 🎀

her fav spot to get absolutely ate is her gaming chair cus like, she needs you in between her legs giving her support to get that victory royale 💯💯💯

she hates when she gets ass or tits bc she genuinely cannot pick

it depends on the day bc they're both great, she will never pick one

i feel like she's definitely thought ab fucking you in public but she can't risk it

SHES A D1 ATHLETE !!

the only time yall did was in a bathroom at an event and it was SOOO bad afterwards cus everyone could tell

you had to pretend like you didn't get your brains fucked out and paige had to pretend she didn't DO the fucking

but lowkey she enjoyed it a lot, but would she do it again?

maybe, a solid maybe (with the right motivation)

okay but like ....

she def has fingered u while the girls are over cus like, she was in a silly mood?

you just looked too fucking good, she had to

but thank god no one noticed (at least to yalls knowledge...)

she's a horny fuck ARGUE WITH THE WALL

she will get turned on by anything you do, like homegirl is just sooooo down bad for you

you could be applying chapstick and paige will be like "we need to fuck, now."

paige's aftercare is just giving you water and cuddling with you for 10 mis while scrolling on tiktok and then gets up to play fortnite with kk

she literally is the tiktok where it's like "after he rearranges my organs he goes and plays fortnite" i hope yall know what i'm talking about

but you don't mind ofc cus she makes you sit on her lap while playing

but then turns into another round cus shes a horny fuck

paige is all for hickies on YOU but she gets pissed when you give her a hickey cus she's like people are gonna see

like she's the only one who has to deal with the public 🙄🙄🙄

but she loves marking you EVERYWHERE, esp on your collarbone like it's so sexy

oh and god bless you in the summer, the ones on your thighs are getting AIRED OUT bc paige does not care

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[hurtspideyparker]

The team learns about Peter's stress baking fairly quickly after he moves into the tower.

"Why does this place smell like cookies?" Tony asks suspiciously, "Pepper put an end to homemade care packages after that Cap incident."

Steve protests from the dining table. "Hey, that fan seemed totally normal. Y'know in my generation you do not mess with baked goods, that's sacred."

Natasha pats his back comfortingly as she joins the conversation.

"They came from the kid. They're actually pretty good, here."

Nat hands a still-warm cookie to Tony, who bites it curiously.

"Damn, it melts in my mouth like buttery ambrosia and still has a perfect crunch around the edges. Is that a nutty aftertaste?"

"Yes!" Peter yells from the other room, a clatter sounding before his head pokes around the wall, oven mitts still attached to his hands.

"I brown the butter, it really deepens the flavour!"

"Good on you kid. What's the occasion?"

Peter stutters, "uhhhh, no occasion. I just like cookies!"

He disappears around the corner again, and Tony sends a confused glance towards his teammates.

Steve shrugs his shoulders, mouth still full of cookie, and Natasha sends him an arched brow. Tony isn't sure what that means, but feels intimidated enough to exit the room anyway.

* * *

The baking lasts the rest of the week, until Peter comes home yelling, "I aced my calculus midterm!!!" running out of the elevator with a stapled set of papers in his hand.

"So no more baking?" Nat asks neutrally.

"Nope! Woohoo!"

Just like that the kid is gone, jumping down the hall towards his bedroom.

Tony looks at Nat quizzically.

"It was midterm week. He baked 3 dozen cookies, 2 types of muffins, and a cheesecake."

"So he stress bakes?"

"He stress bakes."

* * *

It becomes a "thing" in the tower.

Sam eats toast from freshly baked bread one morning while watching Bruce quiz Peter on his upcoming AP history test. Each slice is cut, toasted, and buttered to perfection by Peter while he explains sectionalism in the 20th century.

* * *

Bucky grates carrots while Peter mixes a bowl of dry ingredients furiously, the boy mumbling to himself non-stop.

"Has he gone insane?" Clint asks from the doorway.

"Spanish oral exam," Bucky replies.

"Ay caramba."

"Tal vez pueda sobornar a mi maestra con glaseado de queso crema..." Peter starts mumbling. (Maybe I can bribe my teacher with cream cheese frosting...)

Bucky and Clint share a concerned look.

Clint approaches the boy, "put down the spatula Pete, let's talk about this."

Peter looks up in alarm.

"In English! Just English!"

* * *

"What's up kid? It's spring break, what could you possibly be stressing about."

Today Tony walks into a full kitchen; Wanda, Natasha, and Pepper are occupying the space while Peter pours something creamy into a metal bowl.

"He's asking MJ out tonight, so he's making cookies and cream ice cream in case it goes wrong." Natasha crosses her arms when she replies to him, eyes focused on Peter's mixing.

"Does ice cream even count as stress baking? The very meaning of 'bake' is to put under heat. But I suppose it does feel wrong to call it cooking."

Peter looks up, his brown eyes large and sad like a baby cow, "I still baked the cookies from scratch."

"Yeah he's a real Nara Smith!" Wanda adds enthusiastically.

"Oookay... I'll pretend I know what that means. And since when do we have an ice cream maker?" Tony points to the fancy hardware out on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I got that for him. We lacked a lot of the tools for basic baking recipes," Pepper informs him.

Tony ponders how ice cream machines count as a basic baking tool, and decides not to argue with three powerful women and their favourite lovesick teenager.

Peter picks up his bowl and moves it into the freezer, clearing away a couple frozen pizzas and a bag of peas.

"Should I even bother with the cones?" Peter asks with a pout.

"Pete she's gonna say yes! Also if you're wallowing in misery with a tub of ice cream we still want our cones so we can emotionally support you with a crunchy treat," Wanda says with a supportive smile.

The others nod along.

"You're right!" Peter agrees before turning around and grabbing an honest-to-god waffle cone maker, with the cone shaping kit to boot.

"Why..." Tony begins to protest, "y'know what, I don't care. Let me know how it goes kid."

The man is ignored as he moves through the kitchen to grab a banana, the women coaching Peter on his manners, flirting, and first date ideas as he exits the room.

* * *

Thor hums around the delicious treat.

"Mmm. You know young Peter, you could have a shop for your creations. Is there a Stark Industries for baked goods?" Thor asks the young lad, crumbs falling from his mouth as he chews the cookie bar.

"I didn't invent the blondie Thor. I was just trying to explain what it is, a cookie brownie! I did decorate them all by myself though," he says with a satisfied grin.

"Ah yes," Thor lifts up another blondie by the pretzel stick Peter put in the squares, attached with a bit of melted chocolate so they're shaped like Mjolnir, "now you are all worthy of the hammer. Ha! This is funny, I'm sure the others will find your talents equally amusing."

Peter picks up his own mini-Mjolnjr and waves it around, "it is I, son of Odin. Don't worry puny Midgardians, I will protect you with my mighty hammer and beautiful hair!"

Thor laughs thunderously at the impression, clapping.

Bruce walks into the room, enticed by the laughter.

"Ah! My friend, Peter has made edible Mjolnirs so you, too, may be worthy. It's delicious and hilarious. Imagine Banner wielding my hammer, ha! Ridiculous," Thor is all too amused by the situation.

Bruce gives Peter an offended look as Thor continues laughing with himself, the younger just shrugging. Bruce takes one of the treats anyways, pointedly not holding it by the pretzel stick.

"Y'know Pete, have you ever considered opening a bakery? You are quite talented. I think the Avengers alone would keep you in business," Bruce asks politely.

"Well I only like to bake when I'm stressed. That wouldn't be a very stable business model," Peter points out.

"True. Although running a business can be quite stressful, so maybe you'd have a continuous supply?"

"Hm. Efficient and unhealthy," Peter nods like it's the perfect plan.

"Wow you really are Stark's intern."

Thor bursts out into another bout of raucous laughter.

"Imagine Stark wielding my dessert hammer," Thor barely gets the words out, "Stark being worthy-AH HAHA."

Bruce and Peter share a look of wide-eyed alarm before joining in on the laughter.

They all share the moment before Bruce straightens up a bit to ask, "what are you even worried about anyways Peter?"

Peter wipes a tear from his eye, "I forgot to call Aunt May this morning like I always do and she only let me move here if I promised I wouldn't neglect her. So now I'm too scared to check my phone."

"I see," Bruce sympathizes.

"Yeah, baking is good for procrastinating. I pretend I'm being productive while also creating comfort food for after my breakdowns."

* * *

Tony steps into the dining room one afternoon to find Peter slicing apples while Steve sits across from him cutting intricate patterns into pie crust. There is an array of leaves and flowers set out on the flour-sprinkled table.

"So is the ornamentation necessary, or is Cap also developing a delicious self-soothing habit," Tony inquires.

"I was just talking to Peter about pie recipes from the 40s and he asked if I could help make his prettier," Steve smiles up at his companions, "it's actually a lot of fun, I can't say I've ever used food to make art before."

"He's a natural talent Mr. Stark!"

Tony agrees with the quirk of an eyebrow and cheeky sideways nod. He observes for a moment before asking something that's been bothering him recently.

"Pete, I gotta ask. Why baking? You inherited your Aunt's terrible cooking skills, and it's not like you're built for other domestic duties. Your room is a mess. What gives? How are you so... refined?"

Peter pauses his chopping to look up incredulously.

"It's science Mr. Stark. Baking is just chemistry! I'm great at chemistry," he says with a grin.

Tony thinks about it.

"Huh. I guess you're right. So, what has you stressed this time? Girl troubles? You get too good a grade in P.E. and Flash is suspicious? Decathlon competition?" Tony lists off some of his previous turmoils.

He hopes it's the decathalon again, those butter tarts were divine.

"Um. Can I finish my apple filling before I tell you? I'll lose motivation if you start yelling at me..." Peter says with a hopeful smile, strain lying underneath it.

Tony's eyes narrow.

"Okay so I maybe blew up your test tubes when trying to develop fire webs and Dum-E may have covered your entire lab in fire supression foam."

Tony's jaw clenches, "I'm gonna let you stew in fear for a bit longer because apple is my favourite - if this was pumpkin you'd already be squashed - but best believe I'm not done with you yet." Tony slowly takes a deep breath before pointing a finger at Peter. "Never change kid, never change."

Tony leaves, distinctly in the opposite direction of his lab, and Peter goes back to slicing apples, now with a genuine smile on his face.

[scarletttries]

Roronoa Zoro NSFW Alphabet (One Piece)

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro (One Piece) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: Thanks for all the love on my Sanji alphabet, next up is our boy Zoro on the smutty side, and then maybe I'll do the SFW alphabets for them both next 💕 Keep your One Piece requests coming in, and let me know if you'd like to see any other headcanons for these two or the rest of the strawhats 🥰

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Zoro may tend towards stoic silence after sex, but his feelings are very warmly portrayed by the way he smiles down at you like you're the only thing that ever mattered to him. He'll insist on keeping his strong arms wrapped around you as you catch your breath, his fingertips digging slightly into your skin if you try and pull away before the swordsman's had his fill of you. Even if you're not romantically involved and he's pretending this is just for fun, you'll quickly realise Zoro can't stand to go your separate ways as your private time draws to a close, always looking for more ways to spend time with you - he'll insist on running a bath for you both, or tell you he should just sleep in your cabin in case you get cold. Eventually he'll give up the ruse and just unashamedly cling to you until the day is done.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Roronoa Zoro is rarely not working out, so there's very little on his body he doesn't feel pretty proud of. But when he walks around the ship with his unbuttoned shirt hanging open, he gets an extra boost of confidence from the way your eyes rake over his chest. He notices the way you bite down on your lip when he works out without a shirt on, and makes sure you know that you can lay your head, or your hands, on his chest any time the feeling takes you. He's all yours.

There's nothing about you that Zoro doesn't covet, but if he had to narrow you down to one piece of perfection he'd have to say your hips. He'll find any opportunity to wrap an arm around them and pull you onto his lap, enjoying feeling you squirm against him as he covers your neck in kisses. And when he's pounding into you with his hands clasping onto the soft flesh of your hips, it's almost impossible for him not to lose all sense of control, instinct taking over as he takes everything he needs from you, and gives you everything he has.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Zoro would love coming inside or on you. He might not be as outwardly romantic as Sanji, but Zoro truly sees sex as a sacred act between two people, a way to share yourselves entirely, and be completely together. So there being nothing between you as he lets himself go would be a very meaningful act to Zoro, just another way he gives his whole self, and his whole heart, to you.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Zoro definitely thinks of his dick as his fourth sword. Like with all his swordsmanship he wants to be the greatest of all time, grateful for every opportunity you give him to practice making you feel good, and vowing to be the only man you'll ever need. He'll also definitely bring the rest of his swords into play with him if you'll let him, using a blade to slice the buttons off your shirt if it's taking too long to take it off, or rubbing the handle of a sword over your aching hole until you're begging him to put it inside you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Zoro has waited his whole life for someone like you to come along, so it's safe to say he's never done any of this before. But he's a very quickly learner and he takes your wishes very seriously, all the hours of training his body for combat coming in surprisingly handy in the bedroom.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Zoro likes to feel in charge when you two are together, so he's more likely to be on top so he can give you everything he has and make sure you're taken care of. He also loves having you doggy style so he can grip your hips as he rocks back and forth, almost relieved you can't see his pained expression at trying not to finish immediately when you feel this good.

If you want to be on top then Zoro will happily pull you onto his lap, helping you bounce over him as his lips explore every inch of flesh they can reach, leaving a trail of purple bruises that he hopes the rest of the crew will get a glimpse of sometime.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As much as Zoro takes having sex with you very seriously, he's actually surprisingly goofy some of the time. If one of you makes a weird noise, or your arms get tangled awkwardly while you're moving, he'll break into the warmest smile, his affections for you only renewed by these special intimate moments you share together. Sometimes when he sees you smile when he's making you feel good he'll let out a little chuckle and make some snarky comment about how 'you look like you're having fun', but with adoration positively dripping from every word.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Zoro likes to keep himself reasonably neat and tidy, but wouldn't care about what you choose to do with your body hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

With his dogged pursuit of excellence in swordsmanship, and his time spent as a roaming bounty hunter, Zoro didn't necessarily ever think he'd have a connection with anyone like the one he has with you. You're the only person he's ever wanted to be this close and vulnerable with, so he'd definitely bring that devotion to you, and that gratitude for your company, into the bedroom. When you two are facing each other you best believe he's making the most intense, adoring eye contact with you possible, and when you're turned away his hands and lips are caressing you so that you never feel like he's taking you for granted. Zoro might be a man of few words, but he'll still whisper a sweet nothing or two during the act, to let you know he loves you, that he appreciates you, that he's so much happier than he ever thought he could be now that he has you in his life.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Zoro never gave that much thought to touching himself before you came into his life, occasionally relieving some tension in the shower when he woke up tense but only taking the most basic pleasure in the act. Now with you in his life, and his head, he spends a lot more time feeling excited to the point of throbbing frustration. And when there's nothing he can do to get a hold of you, and trust me he'd try everything first, then he'll let his mind race with thoughts of you as he takes matters into his own hands. Even just thinking of you makes the act infinitely better, the devoted pirate finding even his fantasies can only revolve around you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As well as having a kink around his swords, which I covered above, I think Zoro would be obsessed with you biting him and leaving perfect little marks on his chest. The slight touch of pain with the endless pleasure you bring would be perfection to him, and being marked by you would be a genuine honour.

Zoro also likes to be in control, so if you would let him, he'd love to tie you up and tease you for as long as he could stand it, the thought of having complete power over your body and pleasure sending his mind racing.

It's also not even a kink he's fully aware of, half the time just a side effect of how badly he wants you, but Zoro definitely enjoys seeing you getting worked up when you're around others. Like if he has you settled on his lap in the kitchen while Sanji's cooking for you, he'll draw soft circles on your inner thigh and watch the blood flush through your cheeks as you wriggle against him. Something about the two of you having a secret connection no one else can sense just gets him going immediately, having to carry you away before dinner's even made because he can't wait any longer.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Zoro definitely appreciates the uninterrupted time in your shared cabin, whether you're sharing a bed or a hammock that night, it's all a place of solace to him. Elsewhere on the ship he'll sometimes just get so distracted by you that he doesn't even consider that there are other people around that could see you. If you're watching him work out, and smile at him a little too proudly, he's on top of you before you know it, muttering quiet thank yous for your company and seeing how high he can kiss up your thigh before you start to mention that the rest of the crew could walk in any minute.

When you're docked on an island, Zoro likes trying to find tranquil places he can bring you to. He'll ask you to join him on a hike up through a forest, Nami telling him it would bring him to a secluded clearing where you two could share a moment's peace. He'd hold your hand the whole way up, and when you get to the top he'll say something uncharacteristically sweet and kiss you on the cheek as you take in the view. He does this just to make another memory that the two of you can share as you continue your lives together, his way of showing that you two are building a story and he appreciates every chapter with you. It doesn't hurt that half the time when he's being this romantic you'll push him to the ground and show him just how much you appreciate him too.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Once a stoic man with a lot of self control, Zoro is reduced to Sanji levels of desperation when it comes to you. Although he is at least a bit more subtle about it around the others.

He's so impressed by everything you do, and so in love with every acknowledgement you give him, it just makes his body crave you. Crave showing you why you made a good choice in taking a chance on him, why he's worthy of your affections, why you should let him stick by yourself forevermore.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

There aren't too many things Zoro wouldn't try for you, but given his intense devotion, he's not going to want to share you with anyone else.

He's not too keen on giving up complete control either, preferring to be the one tying the blindfold, rather than the one wearing it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Zoro would take your pleasure very seriously, so when it comes to going down on you, he'll be on his knees before you even get the chance to ask. He's a little uncertain the first time, feeling the pressure to be the best for you and praying you'll let him keep practicing after that night. Luckily he's a quick learner, and when he finds the right techniques to get you moaning out his name loud enough that the chef might hear it, well he can believe he's going to keep that up for hours. He loves to grip your hips and thighs to keep you exactly where he wants you, and to stop you moving away from him before he's satisfied you've taken as much as you can.

When it comes to receiving head, Zoro is equally as over-the-moon as when giving. He relishes the sight of you sinking to your knees and slipping him between your lips, the gleam in your eyes as you gaze up at him almost sending him over the edge immediately. He'll definitely still be trying to play a leading role in it, brushing your hair out of your face if it's longer, or praising you as you take in a little more of his length. He'll rarely finish in your mouth though, preferring to flip you over and spill himself deep inside you if you'll let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Zoro loves getting the chance to really take his time to worship you when you find yourselves alone in your cabin at night, but sometimes he really just needs you now and he's not going to be able to be patient with his desires. Times like that he's going to get rough, pushing you against a wall so your legs can hook around his waist, or gripping your hips hard as he rocks into them, his whole mind overwhelmed and fixated with endless thoughts of you, and only you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Zoro loves being able to squeeze in a quickie when he's desperate to feel you, and connect with you, and have you to himself. Honestly with how many of the things you do turn him immediately, he's going to be sprinting around the ship with you in his arms as often as you'll let him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Zoro would definitely be game to try new things with you, knowing deep in his heart that the two of you have forever to find everything you both enjoy. He'd never take a risk with your safety, but he's more than happy to pick a risky spot for a quickie, the rest of crew's shame hardly mattering to him at all when he is all-consumed by his aching need for you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

A master of self-control and completely in tune with his impressive body, Zoro can go all day. He'll have no problem holding off until he's sure you can't take any more, and then he'll have the nerve to make you tell him just how badly you want to feel him finish inside you, even as you're fighting to form a single coherent thought. If the two of you opt for a quick session instead, just know Zoro is ready to go again at the drop of hat (especially if you're bending over to pick it up.)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If toys exist in the One Piece universe, I don't think Zoro would have any. He's not opposed to them, he just enjoys the simplicity of absolutely nothing coming between the two of you when he finally gets you alone.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you want to tease Zoro, he's going to have a very smug poker face that he can keep up for a long time, so don't expect it to be easy to make the man beg. But when he does finally break, it's so satisfying to hear him quietly whisper and whimper about how desperately he needs you, how you're his one and only, how he's never felt anything like this before.

When it comes to Zoro he either takes what he wants right there and you barely have to ask, or he's an absolute demon for teasing. When he's in that mischievous mood, he just needs to hear what he means to you and how good he feels, more than he needs pleasure or air or anything. He's got way too much will power so he won't give in easily, not until he's really sure you mean every word you moan out, and your feelings for him are at least a fraction of the unending devotion he has for you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Zoro is more a deep grunt guy or a quiet utterance of his love, rather than sending noises echoing around the ship for everyone to hear. He values every noise he draws from you though, whatever the volume.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)

Honestly the biggest wild card about Zoro's sex life is just how much of a wild card he himself is! For a stoic man, it's hard to believe how completely all consuming his need for you is, and how constant that desire. There's just so much that you do that affects him in ways he never thought possible; when you stay sitting happily on his lap after he drags you onto him, when he sees you smile at him and he's so certain you're the only person that he's really and truly seen him, or when you've been apart and he misses you, or when Sanji dares flirt with you, and when you just softly say his name. Everything you do flips the desperate switch inside him that makes him need you like a drowning man needs air, all manners and decency quickly forgotten. He'll stalk around the ship to find you, and with a single look you know exactly what's racing through his mind. Obviously the smallest shake of your head would be enough to stop him in his tracks, but otherwise Zoro is just going to take what he needs before those burning desires consume him entirely. He'll throw you over his shoulder and dash off to find a secluded spot where he can taste you again, his fingers trailing up between your thighs and dipping into you even as you're being carried, his desperation overtaking any patience he once had. Sometimes you suspect he's hiding your underwear and suggesting you wear shorts and skirts just so he can feel you more easily, his aching need for your body turning this once serious bounty hunter into your unpredictable lover boy.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Zoro has worked hard to get his body to its current state of perfection, and it's safe to say the rest of his lives up to the swordsman's big reputation.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before you came along, Zoro really thought he was pretty in control of himself, not some pathetic creep like the chef. Now that he has you, he sees how wrong he was. You never leave his mind, not just in a sexual way, but everything that you are washes over him in his every waking and sleeping moment until he can hardly remember how he functioned without you. All of that obsession also means he's almost always craving the feeling of your flesh and lips and it's hard for him to do anything but seek you out and hope that you're just as deeply needy of him too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

The man of a thousand naps, I'm sorry but Zoro is asleep minutes after your romantic rendezvous is over. He'll make an intentional effort to tell you it was perfect and that you're amazing, and to hold you close, but as the words are coming out you can practically see z's appearing alongside them as he fights to stay with you. Settle yourself against his chest and be ready to be clung to like a koala until Zoro finally wakes up, ready to re-enact all the fun he had in his dreams of you.

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, brief mentions of violence, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 10: rough patch

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Breakfast is peaceful enough, you changed rooms last night and got a decent by your standards sleep. Damian's half asleep in his cereal and dukes speedily trying to finish a test between bites of his egg sandwich. It's weirdly domestic to you as Bruce gives you a cup of coffee and your medication and then takes a seat by you. Once again you feel out of place, like you've stolen something from someone else. but you don't show it. Weakness is not tolerable.

Unfortunately, peace never lasts.

“heyyy look who's alive and kicking around the place again!” To your absolute horror, you're dragged out of your chair and hugged tightly from behind by some loud mouthed-

“Dick we've talked about this…let em go chum.” Bruce quickly stands and tries to separate you from the hug, thank God, you could almost kiss the man when you're released. Suppressing a shiver at the unprompted affection, disgusting.

Duke Snickers into his food while Damian tries to cover up a snort by clearing his throat and shoving a bite of cereal in his mouth, traitorous children. You suppress a scowl as you turn to face your attacker - your hugger.

“come on I'm just happy they're still kicking and recovering, how're you doing operater?” Dick sets his hands on your shoulders as he speaks, he's far too touchy for your taste, but his words catch your attention more than his body language.

“operater?”

The room goes quiet for a moment, dicks hands tensing just a touch before he smiles and pulls you in once again. “It's a nickname you had, cuz y'know, you helped operate Wayne charity foundations like you were running the Navy. It's a lil inside joke.”

This time you're the one wriggling out of the hug, what part of ‘you're a stranger to the amnesiac’ does he not get? “You're telling me i was running those events? Why would i do that and not just hire a planner.” You sit back down in the chair, hopefully it'll discourage anymore cuddle attacks.

“I've actually said the same exact thing to you, guess you liked being the boss?” Bruce snorts beside you as dick speaks, Dick tosses himself into a nearby chair and starts making grabby hands at Damian's cereal.

“I'm going to pretend that didn't just come out of your mouth, right in front of my coffee. thanks.”

You grab the hot coffee and down a few sips before popping your medicine, that sounded a little too much like an innuendo to not royally piss you off. This entire…. Thing is gonna test your patience like never before, you swear.

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Bruce went to his office and Mr pennyworth left to drop the two boys off so you're alone in the manor, having shaken Dick off enough times until he himself had to leave back to whatever it is he does, you bet he's a cop or a gym teacher or something.

With free reign, you start snooping. First thing you note is how clean the place is as you wander from the kitchenette towards the event hall, props to the old man where it's due, The place is relatively spotless from floor to ceiling.The second thing you notice is all the damn hidden cameras.

your hand drags across piano keys in the otherwise silent hall, it's dust free and even tuned, for some reason the perfection of the place angers you just as much as the lack of privacy. Makes you think the Wayne's are too…superficial, the avengers tower wasn't even this perfect. There's a tiny blinking red dot in the eye of the gargoyle sculpture nestled in the corner of the room, letting you know that the mask can't slip even when you're alone. someone's watching. you close the fall board and wander to the next area.

The bedrooms aren't that interesting, the unoccupied ones all look the same, smell the same, beige walls and dark bedding. The occupied ones look like stereotypical teen boy rooms, messy bedspreads and posters on the walls. video game consoles, paint supplies, old films, at least these rooms look lived in, imperfect. The next bedroom makes you freeze in your tracks, the familiar vanity and ballet flats makes unease churn in your gut, how'd you see the exact setup in your…. You close the door quickly. The dreams are meaningless and you won't ponder on them for longer than necessary. You take mental note of the large computer set up in one of the other rooms and move on to a different area.

You're back in the library now, your legs are starting to ache from all the walking you've done, you'll have to work on your agility and stamina in this body for sure. Plopping down on a leather sofa you grab at one of the books on the table in front of you and flip it over to read the title, realizing this is the book Jason was flipping through yesterday when the bookmark slips out of it, guess he's a fan of Mary Shelley. The grandfather clock against the wall chimes loudly and you scowl at it before hauling yourself up and slowly leaving the dusty room, you could use a nap right about now.

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It's late when you're woken up, the butler knocks loudly on your door until you answer him.

“Master Wayne? You missed dinner. Would you like me to bring it up to you?”

You grunt as you rub at your face, before remembering that that doesn't count as an answer.

“No, I'll come down myself…. Will anyone else be there?” the silent ‘is my husband waiting?’ goes unsaid, but not unheard.

The butler doesn't answer for a moment, the creaking of floorboards telling you he's shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“…no, the children are at friends houses tonight, Cass is at her dance practice and master Bruce is dealing with an emergency at work. It is just us two tonight.”

“Oh, alright. I hope it's not a serious emergency…is everything good at work?” you act concerned, curiosity bleeding into your voice as you untangle yourself from the sheets and go to open the door.

“Nothing of the sort, there is just an issue with an incorrect filing mishap and mismatched records. Nothing worth worrying about.” Alfred steps out of the way when you open the door and turns to lead you to the kitchenette.

You know for a damn fact that Bruce's position in the company doesn't have him dealing with paperwork issues, your best guess is an affair partner that pennyworth is covering up. Of course the rich guy is cheating on his spouse, at least you don't have to entertain conversations with him over dinner…. Though it would have been nice to have a buffer between you and the butler. He definitely doesn't trust you as much as your husband seems to.

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“anything new you can tell me about the phone.” barbara turned towards bruce when she heard him speak,the glow of her monitors casting her in a greenish glow as she turned her wheelchair.

“well, i don’t have access to their files or their systems anymore. just their location when it pings off cell towers.” barb leaned back and picked up her bag of chips while speaking, eyeing bruce up while he paces her floor, his cape swishing quietly behind him. “the decoding technique you saw before the shut out?” bruce doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his gaze focused on the stained glass above their heads.

barb loudly crunches on a chip as she turns her chair back towards the monitors, wiping her hands clean before she pushes her glasses up her nose. “strange, for them i mean. they didn’t go through the standard coding channels or even the normal hardware wiping techniques, i’ve been doing some research on the dark and back channels and i still haven’t seen anything quite like it.” she offers him a chip.

bruce walks closer to her and wordlessly takes the offered snack, glancing down at barb as he digests that information.

“so…they’re not associated with any known hackers?” barb gives him a sharp look. “B, are you thinking your spouse is a plant?” he shakes his head slowly, glancing away from barb before he continues. “no, no not at all. i just….can’t ignore something strange in my home, even if it’s *them.”*

barb looks down at her lap with a pensive look on her face for a moment, glancing back up at him with thinned lips as she bites her inner lip.

“i’m still scrubbing through the dark, you’ll be the first to know if i find anything that sets off alarms.”

bruce nods once, turning with a dramatic flair of his cape as he turns to leave.

“B.” barbara called out to him before he disappears, turning her wheelchair around to face him again as he pauses midstep. “just don’t get too caught up in your theories yet, they’re still the same person that walked into that gala with you.” bruce resumes walking after barb speaks, disapearing into the darkest part of the clocktowers room.

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A/n: ruh roh readers jumping to conclusions about Bruce's late night disappearances. Wonder how that'll go 👀👀👀

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[honeyedclementine]

beg for it

sevika x f!reader, smut, established relationship, strapping, top!sevika usage of 'good girl' (one shot, 1.8k words) ageless blogs, minors, and men dni

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it was rare these days that sevika came home in a playful mood. work was weighing down on her, silco's pressures getting worse and worse, but you understood, you always understood. you didn't pretend to know the extent of the work she did for silco and she never told you—you just sighed and tended to her wounds whenever she came home with them. that was how you two had met, in fact. you were one of the more notable healers in zaun, always caring for others with a gentle touch. she had come to you all those years ago when she first lost her arm and never stopped. somewhere along the way, things changed between you two and well, now you have a shared apartment in the lanes and make good use of your free time.

speaking of making good use, sevika is in a good mood when she comes home for once. it's a pleasant surprise when you hear the door while you wash up from dinner, arms wrapping around your waist—one warm, one cool. lips press into your neck and you sigh contentedly.

"good day at work, baby?" you hum, feeling the way her kiss intensifies at the pet name. she'll never admit it to your face that she likes it, but you know her and her body well enough to know what drives her crazy. her kisses grow playful as she nips at the crook of your neck, hands strong at your waist and thoroughly distract you. the plate you were cleaning slips softly into the warm soapy water of the sink as you grip the edge of the counter, eyes slipping closed.

"couldn't wait to get home," sevika mutters against your neck, biting and sucking a mark into it that you know will last for a few days. you love letting her mark you up—of course, always places you can cover up so you can maintain some professionalism when you need to, but you like knowing they're there. pressing fingers to bruises on your collarbones through your shirts, just to feel the hiss of old pain, remembering the nights you two shared. "to you."

you mewl softly against her touch, her flesh hand coming dangerously close to the waistband of your jeans. you can already feel desire pooling softly in the pits of your stomach, surely manifesting itself into a mess in your underwear. you groan as her metal hand climbs up the hem of your shirt, sharp fingers just barely grazing against an erect nipple. you moan softly, pushing your ass back against her hips and feeling her groan at the friction.

"gods, i need you," you moan, head hanging, hair falling into your face as you struggle to remain standing. she always has a way of making you weak in the knees while doing barely anything. "fuck me, please, it's been too long."

she picks up on exactly what you're asking for without you having to say much more, a chuckle falling from her lips as she pulls away from you. you mourn her warmth immediately, but her rough velvet voice washes over you as she says, "wait here, then."

a chill runs down your spine as you hear her retreat to the bedroom. she returns only moments later, this time without her jeans, a strap comfortable on her hips above her underwear. you bite your lip, tugging her close as soon as you can and smashing your lips together with the edge of the counter pressing into your back. she pulls away from you if only to tug your shirt over your head.

her hands roam your chest, flesh fingers teasing a hard nipple as she kisses along the line of your jaw, tongue exploring the hollow of your throat. her hands lower, undoing the button of your jeans and tugging them down until they're stuck around your thighs, taking your underwear with it.

she's impatient, it seems, not even bothering to remove the clothing completely before turning you around and pressing your stomach into the edge of the counter. you gasp at the strong hand she has on the back of your neck, relishing in the way she can just push you around as you see fit. you've always loved how strong she is, especially in times like this.

you gasp as the strap presses against your back, not quite where you want it. her fingers find your clit, pressing down slightly before dipping lower and gathering more of your slick desire onto her fingertips. "so ready for me already."

"fuck," you gasp as two of her thick fingers breach your entrance with little warning, stretching and preparing you for her cock. "i need you."

she leans in close, her teeth nipping softly at your earlobe, the tip of the strap just barely teasing at your entrance, not giving you nearly enough. you whimper at the contact, relishing in the warmth of her stomach pressed against your back. "beg for it."

you don't need to be told twice. "please, sevika, i need your cock, baby, please. i've been so good, give it to me, please."

"good girl," she coos, caressing your face with one hand as her lips dive against your neck once more, sucking more marks into the soft flesh.

you're practically shivering with anticipation as her metal hand tangles in your hair, getting a solid grip on it before she presses you down until your stomach is almost entirely flush with the counter. she angles the strap against your entrance, just barely pushing in as if she knows this is driving you absolutely insane. you whimper at the slightest touch, chest heaving as you crave to be filled by her.

after the initial tease, she slams into you with little warning, drawing a pleasurable scream from your lips. her grip on your hair and back keeps you where she wants you and you don't fight it, content to let her fuck you however she sees fit. despite her initial roughness, she eases you into it, rocking into you slowly and letting you get used to the fullness. you groan, making an attempt to shove your hips back against her, but the strong hand on the small of your back keeps you from doing so, causing a soft mewl to fall from your lips.

"gods, you're beautiful like this," she breathes out, so quiet you almost wonder if she even meant to say it out loud. as if trying to hide the statement, she picks up her pace, pulling out of you almost entirely before slamming back in and keeping that same rhythm over and over again.

your legs shake and you almost certainly would have fallen if not for sevika and the counter holding you up. her strong hands ground you, even as you press your face against the coolness of the counter, no thoughts in your mind except for sevika, sevika, sevika. you already know if she keeps this pace, along with the gentle hand tugging at your hair the way she knows you love, you're not going to last long at all.

"sev, baby," you moan, the words barely sounding real as they fall from your lips mingled with soft whimpers and groans. you can already feel your climax at the edges of your nerves as she fucks into you relentlessly. you can't get over how she groans like she can feel it, too, the kitchen quiet save for a mess of moans and the wet sounds of her cock pushing into you again and again. you can feel yourself leaking down the insides of your thighs, surely coating the strap in an absolute mess of desire.

"you're doing so good, so good for me," sevika coaxes more moans out of you with her soft words, your hands white-knuckling the counter as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer. your legs feel absolutely weak as she slams into you.

your orgasm washes over you quickly, like a bucket of warm water being dumped over you as your nerves light up with the release of tension, clenching around her cock before spilling over it, making a mess of yourself. sevika continues fucking into you, barely even slowing her pace as her flesh hand moves from your back. she reaches around, trapping her wrist between your stomach and the counter as her fingers tease at your clit, applying pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, clearly trying to draw another orgasm out of you.

you don't fight it, leaning into her touch as more incoherent moans spill from your lips, focusing only on the hand on your clit and the cock thrusting into you over and over again with little remorse. you love when she's like this—rough and unforgiving, not letting you go until she's done with you.

already sensitive from your first, it's not long before you're coming again, this time against her fingers and pushing back against her cock. her hand moves back to your hips, guiding you through is as her pace lets up only slightly. as you come down, her thrusts slow down almost entirely before she stills, her cock fully buried within you and her back pressed against yours against the counter. you ground yourself in the weight of her against you, your eyes watering slightly just from the pleasure of the stretch.

she kisses down the nape of your neck and your spine, sending shivers across your skin. after a moment, she pulls out of you slowly. you sigh, going to push yourself away from the counter, but she stops you with a hand to the small of your back. so, you stay there, hands braced against the cool counter as sevika sinks to her knees. you shudder as her tongue finds your inner thigh, cleaning up the mess she made of you.

her lips and tongue are careful around your cunt, knowing how sensitive you are right now. you sigh contentedly as she cleans you up before rising to her feet.

"baby—" you start to say, but you're cut off by her hooking her arms around your back and the backs of your knees, effectively sweeping you off your feet. you're grateful for the help, considering you're not entirely sure you'd be able to walk after that. "i can walk, you know."

sevika just tsks as she carries you to the bathroom, starting up the faucet and waiting for the water to get warm. "not if i've done my job right."

she sits you on the edge of the ceramic tub and you watch as she undoes the harness around her hips, tugging her shirt and underwear off—a silent confirmation that she'll be joining you in the bath. you reach for her hips, tugging her close as she bends down and presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

as soon as the bath is full, she climbs in, the tub barely big enough for her tall form, tugging you in after her and settling you against her back. you sigh, letting your eyes slip closed as she presses a kiss to your temple.

you love when sevika has a good day at work.

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[fourmoony]

𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬

james potter x f!reader

summary: james and reader have sexual tension

cw: smut, fingering, oral (f), language, drinking, mdni

1.2k, wrote this while listening to KHELANI by Jordan Adetunji, highly recommend

James is across the living room, almost hidden by the crowd of people around him. You can just see him through the gap in Sirius and Remus' heads. He's laughing at something one of them has said, teeth a pearly white against the dim lighting in the room, lips full and tinted red from cherry vodka. His hair is a haphazard mess on his head, the neck of his t-shirt stretched out from Sirius' inability to be aware of personal space when he's drunk.

The party's loud. It's rowdy and bordering on a police visit. There's people everywhere, an overwhelming number of bodies pressing against you. You let them pass, sip from the cup in your hand, pretend to listen to the girls as they shout over the deep bass of the music. Adrenaline flows through your veins, eyes trained solely on James. He's ethereal, in his element, a greek god of a man. He's enticing, a need growing in the pits of your belly until you're practically begging him to look at you.

He does. Quickly, at first, as though checking you're still in the general vicinity. It's your pleased smile that has his eyes landing on you a second time, discarding everyone around him as his eyes zero in on yours. His gaze is charged, his face perfectly neutral. Your hands flex around your cup, lips tilting up at the corners. A mutual understanding passes, the build and snap of restraint.

The bass of the music from Sirius' sound system travels up your legs, hits your chest.

James dismisses himself wordlessly, walks with his eyes on you until he's practically barging Lily and Marlene to the side. They hardly bother. Your head tilts to meet James' gaze. Slow, calculated. It makes James' jaw clench. "Good night?" He asks as he dips closer to your ear.

Your eyes shutter closed at the proximity, the warmth of his breath on your neck, the smell of him. Woodsy, clean. The forrest when the sun breaks through the trees after a storm. "Could be better."

James pulls back to read your expression. It takes everything to keep it neutral when his head tilts to the side, when his eyes narrow like he can see right through you. There's something about James that you can never pinpoint. He's sweet, he's funny. Maybe it's the drink or the darkness of the room, the slow bass of the music, you're not sure. But like this, at parties, finding each other in the corner of the room, James seems... different. Sexually charged energy exudes from him in a way it doesn't any other time.

Your pulse quickens when he reaches to brush a strand of hair from your shoulder, hand cupping and thumb pressing to the skin, feeling the quick beat. "What kind of host would I be if I didn't offer to make it a better evening, for you?" James asks.

"A bad one." You shrug.

You're not sure if it's that exact sentence that does it. The challenge in your tone, the half-lidded close of your eyes, or the way your bottom lip folds between your teeth. But James has you in his bedroom in a minute flat, back against the door and his lips against your neck. His hips press you to the cool wood, hands hiking up your skirt until they're firmly on your hips.

He's everywhere at once, firm and filthy. You're not sure you imagined James like this, ever. His nails press half moons into the very top of your ass, his grip firm. He kisses fast, lips eager to travel every inch of skin he can get. Across your jaw, down your throat, teeth scraping and nipping at your pulse point, your collar bones, the round of your shoulder, until his weight against you is the only thing holding you up.

"James," You whine, hands fisted in the material of his shirt, head spinning. "Jamie."

You feel him smirk against the swell of your tits, the nip of his teeth. "Yeah?"

"Need more."

His hands squeeze at the flesh of your ass, pulling his head up until he's directly in front of you, eye to eye. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

The breath stills in your lungs, barely managing a nod before James sinks to his knees. His hands are soft, running paths of goose bumps across your thighs, down your calves. His hand circles your ankle, lifts gently the crook of your knee rests over his shoulder. Your head thumps against the wood of the door, a moan slipping from between kiss bitten lips.

James looks sinful, on his knees, chin resting against your sternum. He pushes your skirt up further, presses a kiss just below your belly button. Your thumb swipes across his brow, a breathy sound leaving you. He doesn't waste time, kisses his way down until the only part of his face visible are his long lashes. Your hands find purchase in his hair, his hands on your hips, pressing you to the door on one wobbly leg.

His tongue swipes once, a test. Your heel digs into his spine in response, fingers twitching in his hair. He licks a second time with more intent, teeth scraping gently. It sends you jolting, moaning his name. It spurs James on, long, languid strokes of his tongue that have you writhing against him. His nose bumps against you, a dizzying euphoria that has your hips fighting against the grip of his hands for more.

One of his hands slips, drags across the underside of your thigh until he's switching out his tongue for his fingers, lips everywhere on the sides of your thighs. He presses a finger in, thick and filling. He crooks at the top, sends you spiralling until you're unaware where you are, chasing nothing but the pleasure he offers you. James smiles against your skin, whispers how good you are, how well you're taking his fingers, how good you feel squeezing around them.

"Fuck, I'm close, James." You whine.

James smiles, looks up boyishly, proud. He looks so beautiful, lips smeared with your slick, hair a mess where your hands are tangled in ink coloured curls. "Yeah?" He asks, breathlessly. "Show me."

The moan that leaves your throat is guttural. James adds a second finger, uses his tongue to swirl around your clit. The band of pleasure in your stomach pulls taught as you babble nonsense, too distracted by the beautiful, muscled man on his knees below you to care about how stupid and desperate you sound.

James' fingers move in tandem with his tongue, fast and harsh, a perfect mix that has you clenching down against him in minutes, an embarrassingly loud moan tumbling from you. James' fingers keep pumping, tongue lapping up every last piece of you until you're practically a crumpled mess.

He kisses all the way down your leg as he lowers it, allows you to catch your breath, and then stands. His lips meet yours, wet and sweet, the taste of yourself on him dizzying. "Good night?" He asks, for a second time.

His voice is strained, like he's holding back. You nod, legs shaking. "Yes."

James nods, moves a strand of hair from your forehead with his thumb. "Good."

The door creaks open, pushing you forwards with it. James gives you a once over, "Catch you downstairs."

The door closes and you collapse against it, sinking until you meet the floor. It takes several minutes to collect yourself.

[bandgie]

What Sub? - SKZ OT8

just me thinking about what kind of sub skz would like :p

MDNI 18+ | gen!reader

chan!

likes an obedient sub! chan is such a good dom and loves pleasing his sub, so he expects you to be on your best behavior. that saying, he doesn't mind if you get a little shy or pout a little. maybe even give him a little bit of a hard time, but it can't be often. chan overall needs a good sub that he can pump his load into

minho!

he likes a teasing sub or a slight playful masochist. one that can put up with his antics and a little bit of back n forth. not a full on brat because he would get sick of that attitude real quick, but a few ass slaps and hair pulling never hurt no one. i do think he would want his sub to be more on the obedient side, but it's okay to have a little fun with him too

changbin!

power bottom!! he needs a power bottom!! he's a pleasure dom 100% and can't say no to his baby. you can take take take and he'll give give give!! you can be a little mean to him too, but he needs lots of kisses after. doesn't care what position you put him in as long as he gets to see you cum your brains out. however, there is fine line with him. it's rare, but sometimes you cross it and bin has to put you in your place, and he hatesss making you cry but when you're being a bad sub he needs to show you.

hyunjin!

he loves a devoted sub. basically someone who completely submits and does everything he says. like chan? but way more emotional and no room for disobedience at all. he loves seeing how happy and relaxed you are when he's doing his thing. hyunjin is also a pleasure dom, but he still likes to be in control. if you do break a rule, it's honestly a turn off. accidents happen and yeah maybe you get into it a little too much, but it's when it's purposeful and results in him feeling bad. Hyunjin's a good boy, and it's only fair he has a good sub

han!

is it possible for both of you to be subs...because hannie goes crazy for that. desperate sex is so in his field, so I think a sexual submissive sub is really his thing. basically someone who would do anything and everything sexual for their dom. he wants to do an icky role play? his sub will gladly agree. he wants to be treated poorly? like a god? yes and yes, a sexual submissive will do anything for him. he loves that so much and just telling you what he wants to do and you happily agreeing has him leaking

felix!

this one is hard because I think Felix likes anybody, but imma have to say a service sub might be his fav. he gets to lay back n relax and he gets to cum?? sounds like a great night. it's not like he won't do anything for you, but the thought of having someone to make sure to milk his cock dry is so hot. if you do well, he'll reward you after. but right now, making sure you can see his chest turn pink and little tears build in his eyes is all you need to worry about.

seungmin!

i know it's gonna sound so basic, but a bratty sub. the resisting, the fight for power, the inventible submission...yeah he likes that. this type of play can't happen all the time. it's very draining and takes a mental/physical toll, but it's so damn fun. he loves when he pretends that you won, letting you pin his arms above his head and grinding on his cock to your liking until he's had enough and flips you over. gripping a fist full of your hair and shoving your face in the sheets as he fucks into you. muffling your cries and whimpers and - sorry I'll stop (aftercare goes crazy btw)

jeongin!

jeongin needs someone who listens really good, so a bedroom submissive is the way to go. they're really similar to a service sub, but it usually involves a little bit of pain and being submissive only takes place in the bedroom whereas a service sub is usually someone who likes being a good sub outside of the sheets. jeongin likes seeing you turn into a different person during sex. getting to flip you in different positions, spitting in your mouth, making you please him, making you take how much he pleases you. possibilities are endless and he thinks it's a healthy balance between personal and social life

[amelee23]

My hero | Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: Married fluff, (a tiny bit of angst)

Word count: 2.400

Requested: yes

Warnings: mention of a stomach bug (very briefly) insecurities (both), self-depricating jokes (both), some marriage difficulties, caring for a child, they're EXTREMELY in love, tooth-rotting fluff

Both you and Chan loved to have your crazy fun, but to a certain limit. A limit you both understood so well, as if it was truly a shared items between your minds. Therefore, after your long awaited wedding ceremony, where tears were shed, dances were danced, cake ended up on the floor and someone's shirt, the bouquet throwing almost knocked someone out, and fortunately no relative started a fight - you both drove peacefully, home. No long flights to Honolulu, no rushing for any 5 star hotel reservation. Just a long, deep sleep.

You awake and instantly chuckle. You barely remember that you basically threw your wedding dress on top of the bedroom door last night instead of finding a hanger. Slept with the door open and all, but you were so exhausted you don't remember even washing your teeth. You turn around gingerly and find your newlywed husband, Chris, to be slightly salivating on the pillow. Nose half shoved inside the fluff, hair every which way and his cute ears poking through, his silver earrings still on. He was a sight to behold, and this sight was truly now yours.

You brush a few strands of hair away from his eyes, and as you accidently touch his ear he shudders. You procrastinate for a good five minutes, in which you gently pet his hair, and then lean to kiss him on the forehead before you get out of bed.

"No, don't leave." He calls out to you, his voice raspy and his accent thick. You give into the temptation and lay back down next to him.

"Good morning, my husband." You say, and it's so cheesy it makes you giggle.

"Good morning, my wife." He says with a toothy grin. You just married him, and you have a lifetime ahead of you to admire him and love him, and yet you're impatiently urging to jump on him and smother him in kisses for how adorable he looks. Cuteness agression and all.

You decide you won't be eating Chris alive one kiss at the time, and instead you lay your head on his outstretched arm and allow him to wrap the other one around your back, bringing you one breath away from his chocolate eyes admiring you sleepily.

"So, what will be our first important decision taken as husband and wife?" Chris asks you, and you furrow your brows. Does he mean something like deciding to paint the room green or getting a cactus?

"Deciding what to eat for breakfast?" He chuckles at your answer.

"The most important meal of the day! Yeah I think that's a very big decision to make. And as your husband, to showcase my deep trust in you, I allow you to have complete power over this first decision." He speaks so eloquently, you slap him on the arm and he begins to giggle.

"You're just too lazy to help me think!"

"What? Me? Neveeeerr."

"And I'm guessing you also want me to go get said breakfast if you're letting me decide what we eat." Chris pretends to gasp.

"How did you know? See, we're perfect for each other! You can read my mind." He makes that usual tutting noise as he winks at you and you go from adoring him to wanting to shove a pillow in his face. But most marriages are like this, you imagine.

"Fine, I'll do it. Under one condition."

"Anything my wife desires."

"You have to answer why you chose me. Like, as your wife. Why me and not anyone else?"

"Why not?" Chris answers with a laugh and you're reaching for the pillow and he doesn't even try to dodge.

"No but really, why did you?" You try your hardest to not show that this is a real question for you. Not just a joke to put your husband in a tough spot for fun, but an actual curiosity that makes you insecure. And Chan hates it when you're insecure.

"I chose you as my wife." You squint at him in a feeble attempt to understand his words.

"Yeah .... you did, since we just got.... married... But why me?" Chan laughs and flails his arms, probably realizing his words didn't come out very coherently.

"No, I chose you as my wife the entire time. It just took me a very long time to realize it.

When I needed an opinion on a song, for some reason I chose you instead of, y'know, the people who produce music with me. When Seungmin caught that stomach bug and I needed to get him to the hospital, I chose to call you to come with us. When I needed to have a serious conversation with someone, I'd call you up even if I'd be surrounded by 15 close friends in physical range of me. I used to choose you even if it was irrational, even if I was a burden to you-"

"You were never a burden to me, Chris."

"I hope I wasn't." He laughs awkwardly, almost as if embarrassed. "But anyways... Yeah. In the beginning I thought I was just being silly, but then I started to notice what I was doing. When my parents asked me if I've met anyone new, I chose you to talk about. Literally yapped for hours - you should have seen their faces! They knew I was in love way before I did. And when I was tasked with writing a love song...I chose you to write about. And then the next morning I chose to start sending you good morning messages every day. Then when I pictured Valentine's day... There was no other option other than spending it with you. So I chose to ask you out before Valentine's so when the holiday comes I could spoil you. And then I just... Continued to choose you. Over and over again." He finishes with a smile, in contrast to you who started crying many sentences ago. You thought you were done crying after yesterday's ceremony, but Chris is a man full of surprises.

"You even chose me over your career a few times..." You say as more tears escape you, a feeling of guilt washing over you. Although the fact that he sacrificed the thing he cares the most about in this world for your sake should prove his dedication, it also still makes you feel guilty to think about.

"And I'd do it again." He leans closer, wiping the tears off of your face, then taking your hand in his to lay tiny kisses on it. "So you see how I just... Chose you? From the get go? It's like I knew I could rely on you, trust you, love you eternally. From the day we met. So it's not... Anything you said or something specific. I just chose you. All of you. To be mine. All mine." He pulls you into a tight embrace and you feel the way your body wraps around his by instinct. Like you were molded to blend together. "You're mine." He kisses the side of your forehead and butterflies wreck your tummy. "My wife."

"But you could have chosen anyone else..." You still mutter unsurely, but Chris shushes you and pats your head.

"But I didn't. And I won't." He reassures you, rocking you left and right in a calming motion. He truly wishes he would be better at showing you and telling you just how much he loves you, how much he wants you in his life. He could never blame you for having insecurities about yourself, but at the same time he feels although he's failing as a lover if he lets those those thoughts invade your mind. He truly wishes his love could seep into your bones.

"So you don't just want me for my spicy chicken recipe?" You try to joke, to ease the atmosphere, bringing Chan out of his thoughts.

"I mean ... The spicy chicken is included in the package, right?" He continued the joke, but underneath that pearly smile he gave you, Chan was set on making you the happiest wife on earth. Whatever it took.

Even if that meant some arguments, some bumps down the road, and making you uncomfortable with affection and attention until you allowed him to love you well. That was a part of marriage no one warned you about, something you had to figure out along the way - that sometimes you have to make each other uncomfortable in order to grow. Sometimes you have to push some limits to become happier.

And so many years into the future, after the birth of you first son, you pushed a limit that wouldn't even seem humanly possible to Chris. You somehow convinced him to go on tour and leave you alone to care for your son. He was two seconds away from quitting his job and becoming a convenience store worker upon hearing just how many months he'd have to away from you and your four year old son, who needed very much to be around his dad at that age. But you convinced him, reassured him everything was going to be okay in his absence.

"Dada's out there spreading happiness into the world." You whispered to your son, who was sleeping in the same bed as you ever since Chris left on tour.

"Like a superhero?"

"Exactly like a superhero, baby. To every single city he goes, he makes people so happy he saves their lives."

"Dada's so cool." Instead of being able to calm him down to get him to sleep, it seems your son gained energy from the conversation instead. He was now flailing his tiny limbs around.

"Do you wanna watch Dada perform?" There is a video of Chris you have saved up on your phone, from a solo stage he had during a concert where he sang a lullaby. It was the most children friendly performance you had, plus it matched the melodicity of the songs Chris used to sing to you at night to soothe your pregnancy pains.

Your son always falls asleep listening to his father's voice, almost through magic.

When his breathing evened out, you thought it was finally time you kick back and relax with an episode of your favorite show while enjoying some not-so-recommended late night chocolate. As you headed into the hallway, you spotted Chan leaning on the wall and had to glue a hand over your mouth to not scream and wake up your son.

"Chris, you scared the shi- .... heck outta me! What are you doing here?"

"We have a few days off in between stops and I couldn't just sit in a hotel for three days while I was dying to see you two."

"So you're telling me you spent 10 hours on flight, to stay here for one day and then fly back to god knows where?"

"Exactly." He says, face full of dimples and his eyes sparkle in the dark shadows of the hallway.

"You're insane." You laugh quitely.

"No, I'm... a superhero...? That saves lives...? You gotta let me know what you've been telling him, or else he might be disappointed in me when he finds out I can't fly."

"You don't need to fly to be a superhero."

"Oh yeah? Then care to tell me what makes me a superhero?" He flirts with you, gently pushing your hips into the wall behind you as he leans over you. You keep an eye on the door to make sure your son doesn't wake up and walk in to see how big of a flirt his father is. He'll have decades to cringe over it later.

"Remember when I used to feel bad for all the nice things you used to do for me? All the help and the gifts?"

"Mhm." The limits Chris used to push and how they bothered you - they resulted in a lot of friction early on in the marriage.

"And you told me that I need to allow you to make me happy. And since then... I chose to. Just how you chose me to be your wife... I chose to let you make me happy. I chose to allow you to be my hero. It's tricky, because heroes need sleep too ..." You softly caress his cheeks, and even under the dim atmosphere of the hallway you can see the dark bags under his eyes. "and they can't always save the day... but I swear to God you make the world a better place. You make my world a better place. You're my hero."

Chris leans in to kiss you in the same way he did when you were young and unmarried. It's a kiss that burns you, a kiss that makes you feel like a woman. A kiss that made you want to be married. A kiss that teaches you to breathe underwater.

"You call me a superhero when you're literally managing a house, a job, a kid, a long distance relationship, a social life and yourself all at once. And somehow nothing is on fire and you're not losing you mind even when your good for nothing husband doesn't call or text for days."

"Don't talk about yourself like that!" You slap him on the chest, but unfortunately he's not in a joking mood.

"You're the superhero between the two of us, honey. If there's one thing I've learnt along the years it's... That the reason why I chose you as my wife.. the one you were asking me about all those years ago? Maybe there was actually a reason. That you were always stronger than me."

"Me? You're joking, right?"

"Not at all. You're the hero, I'm just trying to be the wind behind your wings. I'm sorry for missing your calls and not video-calling more often, and just.. being gone in general. I've missed you." You decided to drop the subject since Chris seemed too emotional to be coherent. You weren't mad at him for anything, and he surely was undermining himself by calling you the strong one.

Unfortunately, it's not like you would accept the title of hero and he wouldn't accept it either.

The one thing you didn't realize is that you were both superheroes. But it's okay, since your son was onto you a long time ago. He'll protect your secret, and hopefully, also grow into a superhero himself.

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