#I PROMISE U YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE HIS SECOND WIFE

[louisplumpyass]

a recipe for disaster

[boowritess]

part 2 lol

so apparently it's really fucking hard to get into the SAS. and ontop of that I've been getting tiktoks of people going around an army base asking why they joined. most responses were to pay off student loans, bills, school, (someone said there's was 6 years of prison or school and *mental note for idea*), the recruiter lied or spoilt them, barracks bunny.

141 (poly?) x notsobaddasssoldier!reader

and now i can't stop thinking of soldier!reader. who really half-assed their way through everything - only doing the job for the money and to pay off student loans + they had nothing better to do.

who somehow ends up being adopted by Price (kinda like Gaz i guess ???) all because reader happened to be in the right place at the right time and saved Price's ass while managing to complete a mission the Task Force were doing.

and it's not that you saved his ass or completed the mission that makes Price go *this is mine* - it's the fact that afterwards all you can say is-

"this shit is so not worth paying off my student loans."

"oh fuck i forgot to cancel my subscription. fuckk- waste of fucking money"

- all the while a building is burning in front of you but yeah just not at all concerned about what had just happened. so price just *grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you up, claiming you as part of his task force now.*

(lol you probably can't do that irl but this is fiction sooo suck my ass.)

and laswell's just like no... they are very much still green john. way too green. no.

but it's too late. he's already introducing you to the task force. singing your praises and you're just like

"man he promised to pay off my student loans and give me food." basically how ur recruiter got ya ass.

enough said. you get the whole off the books speech, saving the world by doing things others wouldn't like. but u couldn't give a rats ass - you should but nah...

and like... you know you're the rookie... you're still green... but some of the shit 141 do you just...

"so you just gonna kidnap the wife AND the child...? right... kid, you wanna watch bluey? here..."

"and you do this often...? crazy."

but you don't exactly protest. how could you with how much you get paid. you kinda just side-eye and look away when it's geta a lil crazy. *bombastic side-eye*

and the other 141 guys - oh my days. become just as enormed as price and want to start really trying to amplify your skills. but every time, they start explaining how to do things - the best way to go about a situation or how to fight a certain way.

you pull this face. like your top lip pulls back, your eyebrows scrunch together, and there's a slight frown on your lips as they speak. like you look confused/disgusted. but you don't even realise cause-

"why're you pulling that face?" 141

"that's... that's just my focusing face..."

"oh..." 141 feels bad

then when they do take you in feild you're shaking your head no. like you haven't been around that long. what the fuck? now you're bout to infiltrate an enemy base!?!?!

"can i just wait in the car?"

"no." price

"i'm gonna vomit."

"aim at the enemy." ghost

people think that because you're suddenly in this badass task force that surely they're just using you for your assets.

they all think you're the 141 barracks bunny. and maybe you should be pissed or annoyed or grossed out. but all you can do is sigh and pause from the burger price got you, and let out a long exhale.

"fuck... maybe i can just do onlyfans or be a pornstar... shit maybe it's not too late..."

"military is bascially sex work - selling my body..."

"not that different from what i'm doing now. body being used, check. body sore in the strangest places, check."

your tone so empty, blank and nonchalant, but there's a serious look in your eyes that when you grab your phone out to maybe do a little research on how you could do that, your phone is snatched from your hand by one of the guys and they walk out the room without a second look back.

with an annoyed huff, you go back to eating your burger. but suddenly, you turn to the person who genuinely thought you were a barracks bunny.

"hey you think if i be a barracks bunny i get out of missions and shit?"

"...that's not how it works..." rando.

"fuck."

and maybe you try...

like you go to price's office and the guys are already in there, chatting about something that you should really pay attention too but you can't be assed. instead you unashamedly start to speak...

"if i suck ya'll dicks can i get out the mission?"

"no. you still have to join." gaz says amused

"even if you-" *que long sigh from price* "even if you suck our dicks."

"that's fucked up. i should've done porn."

and with the most hurt and broken-hearted look on your face, you leave the office, closing the door with a dramatic sigh. the guys just stare at the door in... confusion, amusement, and maybe arousal if ya'll dig that

idk man just gimmie more soldier!reader who just really ain't the fucked, there for money, lowkey hungry and doesn't know what the fuck is happening. kinda a pet or little sibling energy that the 141 love.

bonus*

"wait so they aren't sucking our dicks?" *soap says getting slapped in the back of the head by ghost

a/n: brain is rottinnggg. i should be doing so much other shit but... cod just consumes my brain 24/7

[clandestineloki]

miguel o'hara x shy crybaby housewife!reader

cw: non-graphic mentions of violence, suggestive bit at the end lmk if u want an nsfw of this!!

ok but imagine shy lil missus o'hara who's a stay at home wife while miguel goes off to either alchemax or to fight some bad guys

and miguel comes home stressed all the time but just a touch of her hand on his shoulder grounds him after all that fighting

and miguel is tired but happy, grateful for his little love taking such good care of him :)) giving you a forehead kiss before he goes off to the bathroom, settling in the perfectly warm bath prepared for him before indulging in his little wife's amazing cooking 

but one night when he comes home a little bit more tense than usual

she's very tense

she's heard him yelling at his subordinates over the phone and yelling at dumb-ass cops who get in the way of him stopping some thief

and while miguel has always been soft and kind and gentle with her, she's scared that she'll accidentally do something wrong :((

so miguel walks past her, exhausted, and almost smiles at the smell of dinner

no forehead kiss for her :(( poor baby

sitting at the dining table head in his hands as he mumbles about not getting the chance to grab a snack, let alone a break in spanish

and she knows he's hungry, but she knows his whole body will be aching if he doesn't take a bath to regulate his body temperature

but poor baby doesn't know how to say it without him possibly snapping at her :((

she's standing on the other side of the table nervously fidgeting with the dish towel and finding the right words to say

"y-you... you gotta t-take a bath f-first..."

miguel sighs into his hands. "i know, but im really hungry, cariño..."

"b-but... if you don't... you'll be s-sore..."

he looks up, brows furrowing. "what?"

he was genuinely confused why you seemed so scared of him, but his voice came out a bit more bluntly than he meant it to.

your eyes widen and you look down. "n-nothing," you mumble, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "sorry."

"hey, hey, baby..." miguel stands up, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. "what's wrong? did i say something?"

"no..." you sniffle, "jus thought i made you mad..."

"no, no, no, i'm not mad," he kisses all over u: your teary eyes, your wobbling lips, your forehead, the tip of ur nose

miguel kisses you deeply and then hugs you close to him. "im not mad, i promise. i'm just so so tired and hungry and the food smelled so good i'm gonna die if i don't get to taste it," he whispers, laughing when you giggle at his declaration.

"the bath can wait," he caresses your cheek with his hand.

"b-but you're gonna get cramps tomorrow if-"

he cuts you off with a big smooch to your face. "it doesn't matter. im staying home tomorrow."

"wh-what?!" you look up at him as he sits down, pulling you into his lap. "but you have work- and- and you're spiderman- and-"

he shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair.

"i'm your husband first, and all that other shit second."

miguel sighs, pulling you closer.

"i know i haven't been taking care of you the way i should be."

before you can interject about how he's doing so much already, he presses a finger against your lips.

"ssh. and alchemax and the cops don't really give a shit about me, can probably last every other day without me there. they'd probably have a field day without this jackass there," he chuckles. "but you, baby, i need to return the favor- ah, ah! let me finish, gatita- return the favor for keeping this place a safe space for me."

a kiss here, a kiss there. "entiendes?"

you nod, hugging him. "just glad you're home," you mumble, nuzzling into his neck.

he spends the rest of that hour enjoying the food you made for him while also feeding you and rattling all about the thugs he stopped that day.

then he pulls you into the bath with him, despite your protests, and laughs as he splashes you with the soapy water, making you squeal and threaten to spray him with the shower nozzle

then the two of you dry up and snuggle in bed, not bothering to put on any clothes. miguel smiles down at you and you smile up at him, before he rolls you on your back and crawls over you to make the sweetest yet roughest love to show you just how thankful he is for having a sweet lil thing like u to come home to <3

(part 2 is here~)

[reshinless]

Uh hi! can i request a kinch x fem!reader fluff in a secret relationship u can add in a little spice if you'd like

NSFW content under the cut.

its not that he wants to keep you secret, but rather to keep you safe. he knows how wild people who admire him can get (harassing you, etc.) so he hides you as much as he can go keep you unharmed.

he never even told mualani, bit she did notice how he was being more careful about what he said.

"you.. probably have some super secret operation don't you?!" she points, accusation out and against kinich on the table. "...you couldn't be more wrong."

the way she found out about you though is barging in on you to making out.

you and her were pretty close you'd say, not that you both were enemies or anything. the reason you met kinich is because of her, but she never expected you both were already together.

"so.. you both.. like each other?? like.. like like?" "yeah." outside you both were barely seen this cuddly, his arm around your shoulder, his head on yours as you snuggled in further- eughhh!! mualani was about to explode from singleness.

but nowadays, mualani would ask you both to hangout, but then ditch it and say 'oh no!! guess you both just have to hangout *wink wink*'

not that you disliked it, people were starting to suspect it, so you both agreed on spending a bit of time apart. just for a few days. but kinich could barely last another second watching some other guy try and flirt with you, didn't he notice the promise rings you both distinctly matched?

he suddenly pulled you aside, making sure you're okay. he could care less about how romantic it had looked like to others- he couldn't handle just standing there as a guy is about to harass you.

he knows you don't even like the guy, as if he was your type. but who wouldn't be jealous, so many men trying to go after you, you already have the best boyfriend ever (him).

it was hard being away from you for three days. three days!!

he wouldn't say he was possessive. just making sure his future wife is only his. he wants to be your first, and last. not that you'd ever break up. keeping the relationship between you two strong for about.. eleven months! :))

"hhaah.. feel nice baby?" his cock felt like a spear inside your hole. not to mention his merciless thrusts into the warmness of your pussy.

"y'like that, don' cha princess? fffuck you feel nice." he was definitely more social in private, compared to being in public eye all the time.

he groaned as you took him so well, your head cuddled up in the cushions of the bed, stuck looking up at him and him only. creaking with each powerful pound into your sweet little cunt.

the moonlight that shone through the gaps of the window's curtains made you look ethereal in his eyes, fuck he could do this for days..

your sweet little whines, and incoherent babbles made him harder each time. maybe the lovely marks scattered all over your neck would tell every other guy to fuck off while he fucks you later.

he wouldn't say possessive, but maybe a little obsessed with the way you smiled, you glanced, your words, your scent. maybe too much with your scent. or maybe he liked the way you felt.

your skin was soft in his touch, the way it dipped underneath his fingers. his grasp only got tighter the closer his orgasm started to feel. oh but for you? it might be your fourth!

you knitted your eyebrows, your back arches, lifting you a little upward the further kinich tried to reach into you. he leaned in to feel your lips on his before he'd come inside you.

you moaned and whined in the moment, loving the way kinich felt on your lips (and inside you).

he lands pretty kisses up and down your nape. "mmm.. close?" he hums, looking up at you as he felt you start to scratch at his back again. "hnnghh.. y- yeah.. k- kin I think I'm gonna-" "jus' let go princess, cream on my cock."

the marks were made even clearer, your back ached from arching so much- shit did he come inside you? archons that felt nice! you felt kinich lean into your chest as he finally sighed of relief.

"Mmm.. one more? please?" he mumbled as he rested his cock inside you, his head in the crook of your neck.

"..." "what?" "ARE YOU SERIOUS"

[ncroissant]

you can ignore this request but can I ask you to Make a story of Francis mosses and like a housewife reader who has an ignorant husband so when the milkman comes visit she "pays" him very nicely

switch! francis mosses x fem! reader

summary: paying your neighbourly milkman a hefty tip

wc: 2.2k

content warning: nsfw, cheating, double infidelity, masturbation, slight nipple play, soft dom francis energy, slightly subby francis, kind of unrealistic p in v (i was too lazy to write foreplay), creampie, very fluffy

author's note: hii anon, thanks sm for the ask :)) i love this sm and i hope ur okay with some sub married francis teehee >:) this was soooo self-indulgent :O hope u guys enjoy this one !! not proof read, minors please dni!!

your marriage was bland to say the least.

your husband was a busy man, working to provide for you to max out his credit card, but never giving a second of the day. he always blamed his lack of time at home on his job, never taking accountability.

you felt bored. he promised you a life of luxury with no work, but it was boring staying at home all day. weekly visits from cleaners to clean up the apartment gave you absolutely nothing to do at home.

but the longer your husband stayed away, the more time you spent listening in on your neighbors to past the time.

the milkman and his wife were a noisy couple.

you could hear the headboard thunking against the wall, his grunts and her awfully loud moans. he must be so good to her, you thought, feeling your fingers slip down your pj shorts.

you felt yourself passing the time, humping pillows, playing with toys and fucking yourself with your fingers. you could read every book in your apartment, watch tv for god knows how long and still be bored.

but one particular night, you heard a knock on your door.

you perked up, almost skipping to the door in excitement. you haven't had a visitor in ages and it was about time someone kept you some company in this little cage of yours.

"milk delivery." your eyes widened when you fully opened the door, realizing who was in front of you.

the buttons of his uniform were struggling to close, his hands veiny from his grip on the milk box he held in his arms against his stomach. seeing him this late at night was making you think of not so holy thoughts.

"what're you doing here so late? it's almost 9," you peered up at him, unaware of how your breasts nearly spilt out of your lingerie. you were wearing a skimpy little nightgown, forgetful of how you were married and half naked in front of another married man.

he smiled, placing the milk box beside your doorstep. "you're my last stop since we're neighbours. did i disturb you?" he crossed his arms, his biceps bulging.

you felt your heart beating out of your chest, you could feel your fingertips vibrating. "no, not at all..." you bit your lip, feeling your thighs clench tightly.

"i needed some milk for my tea. would you like some as well?" you worked up the courage to ask, looking at him with an expectant look in your eyes. "if you're not tired," you clarified, lifting your hands.

he didn't look like he took much time to think it over, nodding at your suggestion. you didn't wait for a verbal response, ushering him inside, locking the door.

now, here he was, sitting at your kitchen table while you made tea. if only you could see what he could see. the entirety of your back was exposed, a v-cut just above your ass to cover the rest of your lower half.

"chamomile or green tea?" you called out softly, snapping him out of his daze. you looked back at his lack of silence, looking at how flustered he looked for dozing off.

"green tea," he murmured, averting your gaze. he was so comically large, making your kitchen chair look small. his hands were gathered on his lap, his back straight against the backrest, waiting for you to finish making his tea.

you sauntered over to his, leaning your hip against the kitchen table. "n-nice place," he stuttered when he got a closer look of you, trying to break the silence.

you didn't expect him to come in, but now that he was here, you didn't want to waste this perfect opportunity. "mhm...i decorated it myself," you leaned closer, giving him an innocent smile.

"y...you're very good at decorating," he swallowed. his hands were sweating, he felt them grip at his slacks anxiously.

"isn't it so sad that my husband didn't help me decorate at all?" you pouted, puffing out your lower lip. his eyes switched back and forth from your eyes to your lips.

francis mirrored your nod, gulping when he realized how close you were. you placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. "you're very cute, francis," you chuckled as you pulled away.

you scurried away to turn off the stove, watching the water spill out of the kettle. when you reached your hand to grab the kettle, you felt a hand reach over yours to pull you back.

"careful, it's hot." he was pressed up against you, his painfully obvious bulge pressed against your ass. maybe it was because the only thing that was preventing your bare skin from touching his was his shirt, or how small you were compared to him, but he was literally shaking.

you spun around, hands now holding onto his sleeves. "help me onto the counter?" you looked up at him, slowly tugging him towards you.

francis was a loyal man. he was dedicated to his wife, to his work and to everything else. but however wrong he wanted to feel about lifting you onto the counter and smashing his lips onto yours, he just couldn't.

"so pretty," he mumbled against your lips, while your hands found themselves tangled in his brunette locks. "you're so pretty," he was almost whining, brows knit from the intensity of the kiss.

your other free hand cupped his cheek, dragging his even closer to deepen the kiss. his kisses felt even better than imagined. lips soft, tongue warm, sloppy.

you were scared that he would hear the way your heart thumping out of your chest. "f-francis," you'd pant, but he'd be too lost in the way your lips felt against yours to focus on anything else.

he'd pull away to just soak in the sight of you, admire the lips of the woman he just ruined. he'd look at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, watching the way you'd nuzzle against his hand when he wiped away his spit off your lip.

"are we stopping here?" you frowned with a huff, tugging on the loop of his belt. "or can i tip you, hm? for the delivery?" you pleaded, tilting you head to look cuter.

he fell for it, having no intentions of stopping. "yeah, yeah. tip me or whatever, just don't stopping kissing me," he pressed kisses up your neck trailing up to your cheek.

you wanted to chuckle at his neediness, but you were feeling the same. your arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to effortlessly lift you into his arms.

while you two made out, he carried you to you and your husband's shared bedroom, laying you down. he toppled over you, knee nestled between your thighs and arms caging you in his hold.

"i wish you could see yourself right now," he pulled away, his hand trailing up to your chest. your nipples were poking through the thin fabric of your night gown, his fingers toying with the neglected nub.

you jolted, biting your lip to hide an embarrassing moan. "d-do i really look that pretty?" you hide a moan with a laugh, throwing your head to the side when he pinched your nipple lightly.

"you're gorgeous," he sighed, rolling his fingers under your gown to lift it off your body. you were more beautiful than he had even imagined, waiting so patiently for him to do something.

before he leaned down to kiss you again, you tugged at his shirt. "take this off? 's embarrassing being the only one naked," you blushed, his eyes widening.

for a married woman, you were surprisingly inexperienced. francis never heard you getting railed by your husband. he could only hear your pretty whimpers when you pleasured yourself with toys, but never finishing.

he could only chuckle, reminiscing your frustrated sighs when you couldn't get yourself to finish. he smirked knowing now he could take matters into his own hands.

"whatever you want, sweetheart," he effortlessly tugged at his bowtie, unbuttoning his shirt. he was so handsome. lean, but not entirely skinny. bulky, but not too much. he was perfect.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to press your lips against his. "you're so handsome, francis," you cooed. he felt his ears flush from your compliment, his knee riding higher up your thigh.

you moaned when you felt it reach your core, feeling yourself grind on it for more friction. "make me feel good, hm?" you flicked his loose hairs out of his face, making him bite his lip.

"want it inside, francie," your fingers trailed down to your pelvis, slightly opening your folds. his felt his dick throb, his eyes unmoving from your cunt.

almost immediately, he felt his dick throbbing against his suddenly too tight slacks. he grunted as he finally unzipped to let his cock free, his dick slapping against your tummy.

you gulped at the size, looking up at him in awe. "j-just the tip," he whined, his cock sliding against your stomach. a part of him still wanted to be somewhat loyal, but you so badly wanted him in you, your fingers wrapping around the head.

"you're so big," you gasped, your eyes were still widened. he could only rub himself against your fingertips, whimpering at the friction. "just the tip, hm?" you grabbed the head, dragging it down to your entrance.

when francis felt the warmth of your cunt against his cock, he was almost 100% sure his loyalty would be thrown out the window. "j-just the, hngh..."

he felt himself thrust into your wet, soppy cunt almost too quickly, completely devoid of reason. he was nestled so deeply into your core, allowing you to adjust to his massive length.

"i-i'm suhh...sorry, i said just the tip, but i...mnghh..." he could barely get a word out, too lost in the feeling of your tight cunt sucking his cock in. "y-you feel so, so good. it's so good, so..."

he was chanting it like a prayer, babbling whatever came to find. "francis, can you move?" you bluntly asked, guiding his hands to your waist.

almost like a switch, he thrusted into you wildly. his cock was reaching parts that you weren't even sure were possible to reach, especially with your husband's tiny, flimsy cock.

"am i making you f-feel good?" he asked, his lips just barely ghosting over yours. you felt his breath brushing against your face, the neediness evident on his face.

you nod, pressing a kiss on his lips. you moaned against his lips, feeling so full of him. "p-please say it. please say i'm making you feel good, ngh," he pleaded, pressing kisses against your neck.

your eyes were nearly rolling back, the entire galaxy filling your line of sight. "you make me feel so good, francis," you squealed when he hit a specific spot in you.

satisfied with your answer, his pace sped up. he was entirely bottomed out in your cunt, his pelvis pressing against yours.

you felt yourself getting close when his thumb trailed down to your pelvis to roll it against your weeping clit.

the squelches from him fucking you were so vulgar, it made you remember the sounds you heard when he fucked his wife. and finally you were living in the dream you so desperately wanted to come true.

"'m so, so close. m-might cum," you groaned, throwing your head back against the mattress.

he shook his head, feeling his hips stutter. "no, no. wait for me please. wanna cum together, hm?" he panted, mouth filled with saliva. he had grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly.

you could feel the coolness of his wedding ring against your fingers, making yourself get closer. you, a married woman, were fucking married man. the dirtiness of it all excited you so much.

here he was, the man you've been masturbating to for weeks, begging you to cum at the same time. "t-together, right?" he begged, his high coming so, so soon.

his thrusts were getting sloppy and your cunt was getting tighter. you nodded, his lips crashing onto yours, kissing you until you came together.

his cum spilled so deeply into your cunt, filling you generously. "you're so beautiful," he sighed, wiping the sweat soaked strands of hair off your forehead.

he just stayed inside of you for a few minutes, admiring you.

he'd tend to you right after. taking a bath with you, drying your hair for you, cooking you a meal. he did all the things you wished your husband would do for you.

and when it was finally time for him to leave, you'd be in bed sleepily, arms wrapped around his torso, head leaned against his chest. "don't leave," you whined.

he didn't want his wife to question why he came home so late, so staying the night was out of the question. "i'll be back again, okay?" he smoothed out your hair, patting your head.

"i'll be back here tomorrow same time with another delivery, hm?" he smiled, hugging you tightly. you were so cute when you were clingy and nearly asleep.

"i'll tip you again," you yawned, feeling your eyelids get heavier with every blink.

he placed you onto the bed, tucking you in well. he looked at you once more, brushing your hair out of your face. "sweet dreams," he whispered, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

you smiled as you drifted off to sleep, knowing he'd be there same time again tomorrow.

[luveline]

hi jade, sending a request for prince steve if ur box is open rn, my apologies if not! i was wondering if we could get something about maybe the night before the wedding where they decide to make some private promises to each other that the whole kingdom won't be privy too? just some sweetness in general from those two would be nice. thx!! love u and ur writing and happy new years!

prince!steve soulmate au —you and steve have a last minute panic the night before your wedding, 1.3k. fem

Steve holds your hand all the way to the garden. It isn't proper to see him so late at night, especially the night before your wedding, but the guards lining the corridors say little as you pass. Selenite shines under your slippers, white shot through with an impossible light marbling. 

Steve sees where you're looking and gives your fingers a tender stroke. “You okay?” he asks. 

You nod and follow him down the steps to the garden. Steve has his own private section with a hammock on lifted stone and a terrace covered in honeysuckle. There's a picnic basket and a bottle of something beside it near two round cushions, but the small record player is what catches your attention. 

“Oh, you're going to sing for me,” you joke. 

“If you want me to. Are you warm enough?” 

The weather is temperate. Not as hot as you'd hoped but it is getting late, the surrounding light of the kingdom and the crystal eucalyptus sconces glowing a minty blue that chases back the shadows but not the lack of sun. 

“It's fine,” you say, giving his hand a careful squeeze back. He smiles to himself and helps you around the grass and onto your cushion. 

He knows your nerves are shot. You're terrified for tomorrow, so scared of the crowds and the ceremony and the great heavy weight of your tiara. Your dress is less imposing, colourful, gaussian cuts of silk layered over you like something out of your storybooks. When you saw it you gasped, unable to coalesce the image you'd seen in the mirror with your usual reflection. 

The wedding is suddenly here. You'll be a princess. You'll be his wife. 

“Steve,” you say tightly, wrapping your arms around your knees. 

“I know.” He opens the picnic basket and unearths a brown paper bag. “Here.” 

You take his little bag knowing already that it'll be filled with pear candies. “We have to run away,” you say, poking nervously through the candy for a small one. You put it between your molars and talk through your teeth. “Tonight.” 

“I have my bags packed.” He pulls out a sandwich made of finely cut tofu toasted in paprika and oil, then a second with softer bread. “That's lamb.” 

You raise your brows at it. “Thank you, Steve, really, but I'm–” 

“Not hungry. Me neither.” He closes the basket and pushes it all away, leaving nothing but air between you. “Do you really want to run away?” 

“Do you really want to marry me?” you ask. 

“Mm. More than anything,” he says, as though it isn't a big deal, as though he isn't himself. Steve acts like loving you is something he would've done regardless, and it always catches you off guard. 

“But if we weren't–” 

“But we are.” 

“If we weren't–” you stress. 

Steve crosses his legs on the pillow. He looks completely normal tonight, his hair unstyled and curling by his ears, his loose shirt and pants reminiscent of your own. The only thing that gives him away is the silver ring on his pinky finger that denotes the kingdom's main house. It's priceless. You could live a thousand luxurious lives off of the spoils you'd make from selling it. 

He twists it around his fingers when he notices your gaze. “Okay,” he says, pulling it off. 

“What?” 

“If you want to run away, I won't stop you. I've told you before that I'd never make you do something you don't want to do, and I still mean it.” He smiles handsomely as he offers you the ring. “Take it, sweetheart. I don't want it.” 

You take it uncertainly. 

“But if you want to stay,” he adds, his naked hand on the floor between you, “then I promise to make you believe it.” 

“Believe what?” you ask through a frown. 

“That being soulmates doesn't matter. Of course it does, I couldn't be luckier in who the fates picked for me, or the stars, whatever you believe, sweetheart, I couldn't be luckier. And if we weren't soulmates, I– if we met somewhere different, I'd still want to marry you. You know that? I look at you, and you're it for me.” 

You shake your head. “Would you come with me?” 

“Yes.” 

“Really?” 

“Is that hard to believe?” He gets onto his knees adjacent and holds out his hand, relief like the sun shining in his warm voice as he murmurs, “I'm freaking you out.” 

“You're not.” 

“I'm being too forward.” His smile wavers. “The wedding isn't for us. I want to marry you, but we both– I know you're not ready. You're doing this for me, because I've asked you to, because they've asked us to, and you're not ready. We don't know each other.” 

“We do,” you say. 

“Okay, we do.” He rubs the back of your hand, once again so tender. “But not as much as most married people do.” 

“Right,” you say quietly. 

“And the wedding is a total sham anyways. You're going to look beautiful, and I'll be handsome like always,” —you laugh breathlessly, your panic melding to relief— “but it's definitely not for us. I get that. There's no pressure for anything to change between us, okay? I like things how they are.” 

He shrugs and it's such a cute gesture, you forget for a moment what's worrying you. A split second, thinking, oh, he's lovely to look at. He acts like the Prince he is. He acts as though he's already fallen in love with you. 

“I think I'm just panicking because we don't have any choice,” you say. 

“We do, honey,” he reassures you. “Of course we do. If you really, really don't want to get married, we won't.” 

It would cause a huge palaver, and it might break his heart a little. It might, when you think about it, break yours.

“But I'm marrying you,” you say.

He breathes out hard, taking your shoulder into his hand to pull you forward for a relieved, chaste kiss. It's so sweet and warm, you can't help pulling away too fast. His soul mark glows a rosy pink. “You're marrying me,” he says, meeting your eyes. “I'm a lucky guy, huh?” 

He holds out his arms for a hug which you immediately give. 

“I want to marry you,” you continue, delighted when he relaxes in your arms. “I do. It's not about you, I'm just terrified. I mean, it's not really us? I didn't even get to write my own vows.” 

A small but heavily felt silence lapses. “You wanted to do that?” Steve asks. 

You nod into his shoulder, refusing to lean away even as his hands retract. “Yeah,” you say, voice small. 

“You really want to?”

“You've promised me a lot of things since I found you. I would've liked to return the favour,” you say, flustered. 

“You found me,” he says. You don't need to see his face to hear his smile. "Here, give me that back. If you aren't running away, you may as well wear it." He slides it onto your marriage finger. The significance isn't lost.

He gets you both a pad of paper and a cup of scratchy pens, and you spend the evening writing vows you're too embarrassed to say aloud to one another in the garden. You swap papers, and spend the night pouring over his promises with an aching awe built in your chest. When the maids come calling that morning you're already awake, getting ready for the day ahead. 

I'll make you laugh, and I'll keep you safe, and I'll never let the Palace idiots boss you around. I'll be the best kiss ever, and a better friend. I'll be careful with your heart if you're careful with mine. And I won't laugh if you slip in your new shoes. Much.

[touyaz]

love shot

pairing shidou ryuusei x fem reader

word count 1.7k

notes the dialogue in this is the focal point & i was experimenting with it a lot, so shidou does say really . weird things. he's a lil hot + nasty like that <3 if you dont like it sorry u have no taste ♥️🙏

WARNINGS oral (f rec), masturbation (m), fingering, lots of petnames (wife, babygirl, and some other weird ones), reader has body hair. calls reader's pussy 'she' but otherwise no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

"ain't this the dream?" shidou murmurs, kneading your hips mindlessly. his head is buried in the crook of your neck, lips peppering kisses wherever they can. "bagged a cute, lil wife all for myself."

"stop it," you protest, leaning your head towards his so he has no space to press on. "we can do this later."

a displeased whine escapes him, and he tilts his head to dot kisses along your shoulder instead. "fuck that," he groans, and one hand comes up to tug the neckline of your shirt away. his mouth is hot against you, a little meaner than earlier with how he nips at your skin. he sweetens the blow with a fleeting kiss, only to repeat it all in the next second. "want your attention on me now."

"and i want to finish making dinner, but i guess—" you yelp when he bites the juncture between your neck and shoulder, dropping the knife in your hand so you can bat at his hands. "sei!"

"my bad," he snickers, his smirk searing itself into your flesh. "what'cha cookin', sweetcheeks?"

"curry," you snap, holding on to the edge of the counter when he doesn't budge. you bow your head, and as much as you want to finish making dinner, it's getting harder to focus on what you need to do next when shidou licks up the slant of your neck, nibbling on that soft spot behind your ear. "but it's all gonna— gonna burn if you keep this up."

"that's fine," he drawls, voice low like the rumble of a jet lifting off with the promise of taking you to new highs. "i'm in the mood for somethin' else, anyway."

there's no question about what he means when his hand snakes down your front, cupping where you're warm, wanting.

"bet you're pretty hungry for me yourself, huh?" he grins, rubbing over your sex firmly despite the layers. you can't deny it has you a little desperate, melting like butter in the hot pot next to you. it's always been too easy for him to get you like this, to have you craving whatever it is that he wants to do to you. "gonna let me take care of that for you?"

"you can do what you want later," you try again, one final attempt to win this battle, but shidou's never been one to share first place when it comes to competitions.

"or, i can turn this shit off," he starts, and he takes it upon himself to ruin everything you've done, turning the knob on the stove, so the fire dies out. "and you can hop onto the counter and let me dig into that sweet cunt of yours. sounds a lot better my way, yeah?"

there's no point in moaning about your half-cooked meal when he drags you away and helps you sit up on a cleaner surface.

"you're making dinner tonight after this," you tell him.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." he's more focussed on getting you out of your clothes, dragging your underwear down, too, and kicking the pile away when you're finally half-naked for him.

"and washing up."

"babydoll, i'll do whatever you fuckin' want, long as you spread your legs for me."

his words have you biting your cheek, and in a last ditch effort to defy him, you don't part your legs like he wants you to.

you also don't stop him from pushing them apart himself.

"not so mouthy now, are you?" he snickers, staring down at you. you can't hold his gaze and it makes him laugh louder. but then he leans in to kiss your cheek softly and the contrast has you clinging onto the edge of the counter, gulping. "you're so fuckin' cute," he murmurs, biting the fat of your cheek teasingly. "it's alright, baby, your cunt's doin' all the talkin' for you, dripping all over the kitchen. this your secret ingredient? cookin' up a love shot for me tonight?"

"shut up," you admonish, squeezing your eyes shut as if that'll help drown out his words. "that's so gross."

"fuck yeah, it is." he grins, canines bared and ready to feast. he finally sinks to his knees, and his voice sounds far away but no less overwhelming. "wouldn't mind you doing it for real. wouldn't ever wanna eat anything without it, though." he drags your legs over his shoulders easily. he wastes no time in getting his mouth on you, licking a long stripe up your slit and groaning at the taste. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it. been starving for your pussy juice all fuckin' day."

"don't— don't say that." you pull on his hair, taking your embarrassment out on him, but the moan he belts out doesn't sound the slightest bit pained.

"eh, why not?" he sucks your clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it lightly enough to make you jerk in his hold. he lets go with a wet smack of his lips, waiting patiently for you to look at him. when he notes the haze in your eyes, the dew on your lashes and the crease in your brows, he grins. "don't wanna hear how I've been thinking about your angel cunt all day? jacked off so many fuckin' times as well—"

"shut up—" you cry, yanking his hair, but he only rolls his eyes back shamelessly.

"fuck yeah, sexy." he drags you to the edge of the counter and back onto his eager mouth. his tongue is hot, wet, everywhere all at once. "pull it harder," he goads. "make it hurt."

narrowly, you watch as one hand disappears below, followed by the sounds of clothes ruffling as he loosens his trousers. "gonna make me nut all over the fucking floor."

he slurps noisily, messily, but it's not enough to mask the grunts and wet clicks that track each stroke of his length. his arm is a blur to you as he pumps himself, and your fingers flex around his pink-tipped strands in an attempt to ground yourself to something that isn't the lewd slide of his tongue into your sopping hole. his free hand joins in now, and it's your eyes rolling back this time, whimpers trickling out you as he starts circling your clit.

you barely understand when he starts mumbling into your pussy, "how about i'll cook ya dinner and you clean up my cum, how's that sound? off my dick and off the floor— so fuckin' dirty, bet you'd do it, though, eh?" he isn't looking for an answer, continues flicking his tongue and pinching your swollen bud and fucking his own fist to your whines. "soaking my face so much, yeah, you would do it, wouldn't ya? you've been like this all day? been waitin' for me to come home and eat you out? put up a fight earlier for what?" he slaps your clit lightly, but it's enough to have you bucking up, gasping. "yeah, that's it. been wanting this sloppy cunt on my face all day."

another hit lets you hear just how soaked you are from all his spit and drool, from your own arousal. "listen to that, she's been missing me, huh? sweet thing's been pent-up and leaking for me all day, haven't ya?" he kisses your clit and all along your slit, unabashedly wetting his lips with your arousal. "i'm here, babygirl, gonna take care of ya, gonna give you everything you're dripping for."

he uses his entire hand to spread your arousal around. he drags the mess from your slit upwards, soaking the hairs on your pelvis and drying off on your thighs only to push his fingers into your aching hole and follow the slick trail with his tongue instead.

"you ready to cum, baby?" through half-lidded eyes you can make out the way he looks up at you, eyes dark but sparking wickedly. "gonna give me all your honey-sweet love juice?"

you shake your head, gritting your teeth and hating every word that leaves him. you hate how it has you leaking onto his tongue, the coil inside of you winding tight.

he sinks his teeth along your thighs, curls his fingers in your pussy, and screws his hand around his dick. it's too much. he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks; he slips a third finger in and crooks it just right—

"don't leave me hangin' now, sugarcunt," he calls out. "let me get a taste of ya, i'm so fuckin' hungry. thought you were gonna feed me, huh?"

—and you cum with a drawn-out cry of his name, and he drags your high out until it hurts for him to give you any more.

"there she goes, give me all that sweet angel nut, baby."

your head spins, body heavy yet weightless.

over the sounds of your stilted breaths, you hear him growling, wet schlicks following as he brings himself to his own release. "oh, fuck yeah, this is it— gonna bust a— all over. should've cum in your little cunt— do it, next— gonna cum— gonna fuckin'—" his body tenses up and you watch as his cum spurts out, staining your cupboards.

he'll definitely be cleaning that up himself.

"that's the good shit," he sighs, slowing down his strokes. "feels so much better blowin' my load after eating your cum first. might have to bottle you up," he laughs tiredly. he slumps over, resting his head on your knee, and you push back the sweaty strands that cling to his forehead.

"what's—" you pant, taking a deep breath in. his chest heaves, but he doesn't look half as affected as you; if anything, he looks ready to go for another round or two, already dotting kisses back up your thigh. "what the hell's honey love juice?"

"all this good shit." he beams, easily sinking two fingers into your pussy. when he pulls them back out, he shows off the creamy strands of your arousal proudly. "and it's honey-sweet love juice. not a fan?"

"god, no," you grumble, staring at the webs that hang between his fingers.

you grimace as he slips his fingers into his mouth, speaking around them, "tastes sweet as honey, though." your face scrunches up with distaste and he continues, "how about sugar squirt, then? or creamy sex slick? or droolin'—"

[n3ptoonz]

How’d u think earth realm boys would react to their wife telling me there ready for kids 🎤

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to their wife being ready for kids

warnings/tags: suggestive, fluff, female reader obv

Liu Kang

The way you brought it up was so subtle and casual. It was during his downtime, which was kinda rare. A simple "Hey...I think I'm ready to have children." and Liu is looking at you with surprised eyes and a full heart.

Being the kind of man Liu is, and how busy his life has become since being appointed as a god, this man set an exact date and time where there would be zero distractions. All his focus and effort was on you. And in you (ba dum tss)

So be prepared for a long night of passion, love, lust, and care. Cause you're not leaving that bed until you've gotten every last drop

Doesn't mind the gender. Boy, girl, he would love them just the same. Hell, even if it was more than one child at once, he wouldn't hesitate to give them the world.

Smoke

You mentioned it while you two were cuddled up on the couch. Little did you know how red his face turned until you felt his heart beat increase in real time, looking up at him with his genuine concern.

At first you thought he was nervous or probably didn't want to, and once he saw your slight frown he immediately countered that thought. He was so excited he froze. Endless reassurance from him until you verbally say you got it.

Did you think he wouldn't nervously suggest you start as soon as possible?? Pish posh, you are sad- happily mistaken. "Why not try right now?" he said, except he's stuttering over his own words and sweating profusely. No matter how many times you've been intimate with one another, he's always nervous around you <3

Gender doesn't matter to him either, however he does lean more on the side of a daughter. Simply because he'd die at the sight of a little girl running around the house that looked like you. If you had a son though, he'd be sure he doesn't meet ol uncle Bi Han bro would prob try to recruit

Johnny Cage

What if I told you he brought the idea to you one day as a "joke" and you're immediately like "That's crazy, I was going to say the same thing!"? You both looked at each other with narrowed eyes before making a run for it to the bedroom

Less talk, more action. It's safe to say y'all were up all night, touchin', lovin', going multiple rounds to the point where you forgot the entire reason for heading straight to bed. But hey, who's complaining? Johnny promised to tap that at the earliest opportunity (yes, i went there)

He SWORE that cowgirl and mating press were the "only efficient ways" to make sure you'd definitely get pregnant. As if going raw wasn't enough already-

Daughter. He wants a daughter. Give the man a daughter. He won't shut up about being a girl dad when you aren't even a month in yet. He's practicing dad jokes. Even coming up with ones that are tailored to daughters. Has a CVS receipt list of girl names and the only one you both decided that was perfect is "Cassandra/Cassie" (wink) He CANNOT wait to have another favorite girl in his life to spoil!

Raiden

It was after training. You finished first and watched him complete his, and the idea came to you while he was helping one of the younger recruits. You just laid it on him without warning: "I think we should have kids." and cue him almost spitting out his water. Was he dreaming?!

Another nervous one who blushed and stuttered a bunch upon trying to conjure up a response. The thought of having a child with you has been on his mind for some time now and it's like you read his mind, he just didn't want to overwhelm you.

Speaking of overwhelming, that was all out the window once you got home. Going from a peaceful walk to a heated make out session on a matter of seconds. Not to mention, you both had a longgg day of training and could use a shower...why not save some money on the water bill!

Raiden is too good with all types of kids to really have a preference. Growing up with his little sister AND kung lao gave him experience on both sides

Kung Lao

After your weekly sparring session, you got to thinking. You're already married, you've seen him handle kids and younger people well, and most of all he looks so damn hot when he's sweaty and out of breath. Not an unfamiliar sight to you at all!

It was when you two went to Madam Bo's for a good after-spar meal when you slyly threw it into the conversation. Mid bite, he couldn't help but back up from his food and look at you with that classic smirk he does and his dimples are fully visible (currently dying at this imagery.) And he'd end up saying something cocky but playful like "You think I'd oppose you carrying the next great Kung Lao?"

Got straight to it when you got home. Luckily you had already showered after the session, otherwise the water bill would've been looking like a traditional Chinese scroll after you were done. Prepare for his teasing, flirtatiousness, and pride to be multiplied by a thousand

I feel like he'd want a boy, and we all know why. He's not at all opposed to the idea of having a daughter. But if your first child was a daughter, you're going back to that king sized mattress once you've fully healed and trying again! (who's complaining 🤨)

Kenshi Takahashi

He had come home from a long day of a series of trips and tasks given by Liu Kang. You were in the kitchen brewing some tea late at night just because when you heard him come in. He wasn't exhausted, but you could tell he just wanted to drop everything and spend all his time with you the way he plopped down at the dining table.

When you offered food he politely declined since he had already eaten earlier. But he could sense something else was on your mind by the slight shift in your tone. Being visually impaired, his auditory has improved considerably since. "Is something on your mind?" he asked. "I think we should have kids." you responded, sitting next to him with your cup of tea.

He was at full attention now, whatever tired him from the day vanished just like that. You took his silence as uncertainty, so as you began to start listing the pros and benefits, he quickly cut you off with a "Let's do it." "Seriously?" you said, just to make sure you heard him. He stood and took your hand in his, "I'm very serious. We can start tonight, tomorrow, next week. The sooner the better." (hey, starting tonight didn't sound like a bad idea 😮‍💨)

He says he doesn't really stress the gender, but he'd like a son. Kenshi would adore your child under any circumstance, but being an only child (idk if that's canon but it's gonna be today XD) who practically raised most of his younger cousins who mostly consisted of girls, he gets a little giddy at the thought of having an older son younger daughter dynamic around the house.

Sub Zero

With how busy he is all the time and how even more tense he's become since the rift, it was a little difficult to find a way to get his undivided attention. However, the whole reason he married you is because you don't take any shit. You voiced your opinions and concerns whenever you deemed fit, and it never got in his way. So, you waltzed into his office on a mission.

It was one of the few times he wasn't running around or training his heart out. He just got done talking to Cyrax when you walked in looking as determined as the day you met. He knows you never interrupt him unless it's something terribly important. At a moment's notice, he gestured for Cyrax to leave so you could speak your peace.

"What is it?" he asked. You made sure the door was securely closed behind you before walking over to sit in his lap. He was quite surprised but also would be lying if he claimed he didn't enjoy it. "Let's have kids." you said. He always told you to be blunt with him about anything, and this was no exception. "Alright." he replied, seldom reason to say no, especially to the love of his life.

Bi Han would for sure want a son. He's set on carrying on tradition, even if he did oppose some of his late father's views. If you had a daughter as your first born, like Kung Lao y'all aren't stopping until you had a son. Though, he knows he will have to learn to raise your kids better than how he was raised. He'd rather die than ever neglect or overwork his children. Plus, you wouldn't have any of that anyway.

Scorpion

Despite being busy a lot as the head of his new clan, he always makes time for you. All his down time was yours unless you said otherwise. You were giving fighting advice to a recruit when Kuai approached you, a gentle warm hand on your shoulder. Earlier in the day, you said you wanted to talk in his free time

After excusing yourself and talking to him on the way to his office, you wasted no time laying it on him. "Kuai...I think we're ready for kids." He stops in his tracks and looks directly into your eyes. "...You're sure about this?" he asks softly, taking your hands in his with the most gentle gaze you've ever seen from him. He's been thinking about this for a while now, but didn't know how to bring it up. Your approving nod with a smile set his heart ablaze with happiness.

Because of his busy schedule, like some of the other kombatants with a lot on their plate, there's a set day and time. And once that time comes...it's tiimmeee (mariah carey voice) That night is gonna be filled with romance and deep love for one another.

Kuai wants a boy. He, like Kenshi, wants the older son and younger daughter dynamic, but for no particular reason. He just likes it. His feelings wouldn't change if your first kid was a girl though, the older daughter younger son dynamic would remind him of how his mother treated Tomas when they were kids before she passed.

a/n: as a mf who doesn't even want kids, this was so fun and cute to write omg😭ty anon for the idea! remember y'all my asks are open and i'd be down to do x or 11 if you want! just clarify pls <3

[chanswhxre]

hiiii🌾🤍🌹

I loved your sugar daddy felix smut...andddd i would like to ask(when you can,and if you want) you to do a sugar daddy felix x fem reader breeding kink,size kink ,praise kink a little bit of daddy pet name and felix calling th reader "sugar"(like a pet name!!🌟♥️) And at the end when reader finds out that shes pregnant and tells felix,he asks her to be his wife and they become husband and wife!!

Thank you!!!love you♥️🌾💋

-mimi

a/n: i've been busy lately so sorry if it took a while, mimi. i tried to put everything in your request, i really enjoyed writing this one. thanks for requesting, i hope you like it! xoxo -jan ♡

Birthday Special

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♡ Pairing : sugar daddy! felix x afab reader

♡ Genre : smut

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♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f & m receiving) cursing, size kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), creampie, pet names, the use of daddy in sexual act

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Today was a very special day for you. The day you've always looked forward to, your birthday, and Felix, your sugar daddy had something planned for the two of you. Before you met him, you'd just spend your birthday with friends or your family. You visited your family yesterday and promised your friends you'll go out with them on the weekend when they're free from work.

You were excited about the plans today, Felix told you everything is a surprise but as always, you can tell him anything you'd like to do today and your wish will be his command. It's always been like that for the past 5 years. Each year, a different surprise.

You had just arrived in Italy via his private jet and you're currently in a private car that was going to take you to the hotel that he owns there. He owned a chain of luxury 5-star hotels and resorts all over the world and apparently, this one was rated as the most romantic hotel to stay in during vacations or honeymoons in Italy. This was only the second time you'd come to visit it but the first time to actually stay in it. As you entered one of the most luxurious lobbies you have ever set foot in, the manager greets you with a smile and some champagne while a bellboy unloads your luggage.

"Good morning, Miss." the manager greeted. "Shall I lead you to your room?"

"Yes please." You said and took a sip of your champagne. You still couldn't believe your eyes, the lobby was huge with shiny, marble floors and elegant black, white, and gold walls, and the whole place was lit with a large, beautiful crystal chandelier. Everything is beyond expectations when you finally arrived in your room, the top floor suite, their biggest room and surely the most expensive one. You were welcomed by a spacious living area with velvet couches and chairs, elegant paintings on the walls, and a lot more expensive furniture.

"Mr. Lee will be joining you in the afternoon. If there's anything else you need, please do not hesitate to call." The manager said before he left. The bellboy also left your luggage by the door then you closed it. You explored the entire room, it had a small hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom, you entered the bedroom first, greeted by the king-sized bed and a balcony that overlooked Milan. It was already beautiful with sunlight, imagine if it was evening and all the city lights would probably look like stars. The bathroom didn't disappoint as well, it had a large bathtub, a jacuzzi, and a long marble counter with a hugely lit mirror. You couldn't help but be in awe of the place.

Felix texted you shortly saying that you could explore the hotel and use its amenities while waiting for him and so you did. You went to the hotel's spa, got a relaxing massage, ate a lunch at the restaurant, and went to the garden. It was truly a luxurious experience. After dressing up for your date with Felix, you stayed and enjoyed your tea in the garden when someone suddenly covers your eyes.

"Guess who." He says in a low, familiar, voice.

"Felix?" You said and you felt him smile by your ear. He laughs and then takes his hands off and walks in front of you.

"Happy birthday, my sweet sugar!" He greeted you with his sunshine smile. You quickly stood up to wrap him in your arms.

"I missed you, you know." You pout.

"I know, darling. But hey, I got you something." He smiled and gave you a little paper bag with a familiar jewelry brand logo.

"Thank you." You smiled and opened the velvet box containing the most beautiful diamond necklace you have ever seen in your entire life and probably the most expensive one yet. "Wow. This is..wah..I'm speechless!"

"Do you like it?" He bit his lip.

"Of course I do! It's beautiful." You said.

"Let me put it on you." He offered and he walks behind you to put the necklace on. He then kisses your cheek when he hooked it. "Perfect. Now, let's go shopping."

He took you to Via Montenapoleone to shop. The luxury shopping street of Milan where it is home to the biggest designer and luxury brands. One thing you liked about shopping was the unlimited budget you had because it's a special day but mostly, when Felix comes with you, he isn't that bored little puppy just following your tail, he's actually very interested and insightful. He picks out clothes for you, accessories, makeup, and lingerie that he thinks would look great on you. He's very involved that most of the time you forget that he's not your boyfriend but your sugar daddy. He picks mostly pink items because that man is absolutely crazy for pink items on you. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without women ogling at the handsome man.

"I like this one. Try it on for me please?" Felix said as he handed you a pink, silk dress and you obliged. His mouth dropped when you tried it on and immediately bought it for you to change into with a new pair of luxury brand heels. He even surprised you with a bag he bought from another store while you were busy trying on outfits. He literally is the best. After bags and bags of new clothes, shoes, accessories, and more, you both went to a 3 Michelin star restaurant that is owned by his brother, Minho Lee. You had a reservation in a private balcony of the restaurant which had a very romantic mood to it. You didn't expect to meet his brother there but you did. A fine, handsome young man just like Felix but older, you shared a few conversations while he leads you up the stairs and he recommended you their top dishes and personally offered you a bottle of wine before he leaves the two of you.

You and Felix ordered dinner, you took a sip from your glass of wine and took in the beautiful view beside you which is the city, and in front of you, which is Felix.

"Had fun today, darling?" He asked.

"Yes. I did. One of the best days ever." You said and you clinked your glasses. The appetizer was then served and you were already 3 glasses of wine in. A mischievous thought entered your mind while you took a sip. You took your shoe off and then ran your foot along his legs, Felix almost choking on the soup. He looked at you suspiciously but you blinked at him innocently. As he drinks his glass of wine, you couldn't help but stare at his adam's apple bobbing up and down, you just wanted to kiss him and mark his neck right then and there since it's been two weeks since you last saw each other.

The main course was served and you both savored your meals then your birthday cake was served, the staff sang you a happy birthday song and you blew your candles happily as they all clapped. You took the first slice of cake with white frosting. As you both ate, you purposefully ran your foot again on his leg making him look at you who was licking the thick, white frosting on the spoon while staring straight into his eyes. Felix cursed at the sight and stood up from his seat and walked to you, his cock was semi-hard and you could quite see the bulge it was forming in his pants.

"You've got frosting on your mouth, sugar. Let me clean that up for you." He said and his next move surprised you. You thought he was going to wipe it with his thumb and then lick it but he straight up licked it from the side of your mouth. He smirked when he saw your face, frozen in shock.

"So sweet." He said, his voice lower than usual it was sexy but it wasn't like you not to get revenge so without a thought, you pulled him by his collar and smashed your lips into him which caught him off-guard but quickly caught on. You pulled back breathlessly.

"Your lips taste sweet too." You smiled, eyes still closed.

"I wonder what else would taste so sweet." He smirked.

After paying for the meal, you both went back to the hotel. Felix couldn't wait and was already peppering you with kisses and marks while on the elevator. Once you arrived in your room, you found your way to the bedroom. Felix quickly discarded his clothes and you did yours. Once your dress hit the ground, Felix's mouth hung agape seeing you wear a new baby pink lingerie set with ribbons. His knees went instantly weak and his dick hard once you wore the cat ears you placed on the bedside table.

"Like what you see, daddy?" You looked at him seductively as you crawled onto the bed.

"Fuck, sugar. And here I thought I'll be the one giving surprises for today." He growled as he discarded his pants leaving his underwear on. "Can't wait to spoil you some more tonight."

You lay down as he positioned himself between your legs, his hard bulge in contact with your soaking wet heat. He kisses you, his tongue swirling with yours as you tangled your hands in his soft, dark hair. His hands travel to your right breast, index finger circling over the clothed nipple making it hard. You moaned into his mouth when he started grinding on you.

"M-more." You whimpered, the friction not enough to satisfy you.

"You look so cute and sexy in this but you look sexier without it." He says as he unclipped your bra. "Keeping the ears on though."

Soon enough, you were both naked. He trailed kisses on your neck and collarbone and even with gentle bites and sucking, you were sure it was going to leave marks. He caressed your boobs, he loved how his big hands perfectly cover them. He licks your nipples and gave them equal attention and you could feel the tongue flicks on your hard nipples down to your core. He licked his way from your boobs down to your dripping cunt. He glides his tongue upwards to your clit making you shiver, he holds your thighs in place as he laps at your pussy and then circled his tongue around your sensitive bud which made you moan more loudly than usual.

"You taste so sweet like sugar. I'm getting addicted." He moaned. He then sucked your clit which made you see stars and you could already feel the familiar knot building in your stomach.

"Fuck. Just like that. Please, daddy. I want to cum." You whined as you get closer and closer to your climax.

"Such a good little girl for me, saying please and calling me daddy." He said. "Cum for me, sugar."

He hungrily licked and sucked on your sensitive bud as he slowly pushed a finger in. He quickens the pace which pushed you to the edge and it all came crashing down on you. He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers as you rode your orgasm on his tongue.

"Thank you, daddy." You sigh in bliss but still aroused.

"Such a good girl for me." He said and caressed your hair with his clean hand.

You lifted yourself up and pushed Felix to lie down. You gave him a quick kiss before lowering your head to his aching cock. He looked at you with pure lust and anticipation and then you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your hands were cute and tiny around his huge, thick, hard cock that you could barely wrap your fingers around it which turned him on even more, and with the ears, you looked like the perfect little kitten you are. You gave him kitten licks, tasting the salty precum first before taking him inside your mouth. He couldn't fit inside fully that's why you had your hands assist you. As you bob your head up and down, your hands moved in sync making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He tangled his hands in your hair, pushing you to take him deeper into your mouth but a little gently not to destroy your small throat.

"Come sit on my cock now, darling." He said while he sat up to lean on the headboard and you obliged positioning yourself on top of him and slowly sinking on his cock. You screwed your eyes shut while you were shaking with him stretching you out to the fullest. "That's it, sugar. Take daddy's big cock in."

There was a little pain at first due to the stretch but then turned to pleasure once you started moving. His hands found your tiny little waist and started helping you move up and down, moans and profanities spilling out of each other's mouths. His mouth finds your nipples again, circling his tongue and suckling on them while you roll your hips on him, another orgasm approaching. He felt your cunt tighten around his cock and he knew you were close and with your walls fluttering around his cock, he knew he wasn't gonna last long. He flips you over in a second and your back was now flat against the soft mattress before he slams his cock into you at a brutal pace, hitting your g-spot in the process.

"S-so good." You whimpered and clenched his dick. He felt your cunt getting tighter pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, sugar. You want my cum, yeah?" He pants, thrusting deeper and harder.

"Want your cum inside so bad. Claim me, breed me." You moaned and locked your legs around his waist.

"Shit. You really want daddy to fucking breed you, yeah?" He said and that made you clench around his cock, with one last thrust, he comes deep inside you, strings of hot cum filling you up nice and full. He kisses you one last time before pulling out and immediately stuck his two fingers inside you before his cum could leak out of you.

"Fuck daddy, yes I'm cumming!" You screamed as he fingered you, curling his fingers upward to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

"That's it, sugar. My good girl." He praises you while you creamed all over his cum-covered fingers.

You close your eyes in pure bliss as Felix went to get tissues to clean you up before he carries you to the extravagant bathroom, relaxing in the jacuzzi then doing another round and giving you mind-blowing orgasms all night long.

A few weeks later after that amazing night with Felix, you started to feel a little unwell. You stopped your travels for a while to rest but you felt worse than ever even after resting for a few days, you went to the doctor to get yourself checked. You haven't notified Felix yet, seeing that you might just be experiencing over-fatigue from the new workout routine you've been trying out and there's nothing too alarming about it but when you got yourself checked, the doctor told you your symptoms aligned with pregnancy. You even ordered two pregnancy tests in the lab and it was all positive.

You froze in shock not knowing how to react. You went home and thought about how you would tell Felix. There was something stated in the contract about this that in the case you get pregnant and he's the father, he would actually give child support but first he needed to run a paternity test to confirm. You abided by your contract terms of not seeing or sleeping with anyone other than him (for health purposes) so this baby is no doubt his. You couldn't sleep thinking about when and how to tell him about this and how he would react. Your phone buzzed and it showed a message notification from Felix.

My Sugar Lix 💗 Do you have plans tomorrow evening, sugar?

You Just staying at home. Why?

My Sugar Lix 💗 Let's have dinner tomorrow. I'll have my driver pick you up at 6. See you xx

And the opportunity presents itself.

The next day, you had gotten ready with your best outfit and everything. His driver picked you up promptly and you arrived at your favorite restaurant. It was surprisingly empty, Felix must have rented the whole place but what for? The two of you dine here often but he never rented the place out. You gulped, getting more nervous as you approached the lone table that was neatly decorated with petals and candles. Felix stood right there and kissed your hand. He pulled your chair out and you thanked him before you sat down. He jogs to his seat, smiling dearly at you. The two of you enjoyed a nice candlelight dinner. You gathered up your courage before speaking.

"I have something important to say."

The both of you froze as you said the words in unison.

"Go ahead." Felix gestured.

"No, you can go first." You said, trying to delay the inevitable. He shook his head.

"Now, that wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me now, would it? It's always ladies first in my book." He said. Well, he's not wrong. Of all the principles he sticks to, he never forgets this one and when you inhaled deeply, you just let the words flow out of your mouth.

"Felix, I'm pregnant." You said.

The moment of silence was deafening, his mouth hung agape with the shocking words that you just said.

"It's yours. I promise. We can take the paternity test stated on the contract or we can have an abo—" Before you could finish what you were saying, he ran up to you and hugged you before kissing you sweetly on your forehead.

"Sshh...I believe you, darling." He said before getting down on one knee which confused you more.

"Wha..what are you doing?" You asked him.

"I have been meaning to ask you something. I've planned it a few months ago." He said and pulled out a small, velvet box from his pocket.

"I'm totally confused.." you said, looking around all anxious. Is this what you think it is?

"Y/N, my sweet sugar, the light of my life for the past five years. I never knew I could meet such an amazing person after completely giving up thoughts about love and relationships but, I found someone I can see my future with, have kids with, and live a happy life with. Y/N, will you let me spoil you for the rest of your life?" He said and opened the small box, and there it revealed a beautiful, round-brilliant diamond ring that looked like it probably cost more than all his precious cars in total. "Will you marry me?"

Those four words were ringing in your ears. You knew you had fallen for this wonderful man a while back but you didn't know he did as well. So, without second thoughts, your answer is

"Yes!"

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[pretty-toru]

hi! please could i request some arranged marriage HCs with geto x fem reader? where they start off quite cold towards each other but then slowly start warming up to each other? i didn’t know if you would be okay with this topic or not but please ignore it if it’s not something you want to write (: thank u!

HI! This has been in my drafts for so long, I'm incredibly sorry about that but I'm intrigued by the idea of arranged marriage with Suguru! I hope you don't mind that I've also tweaked your request a little 🤍

GETO SUGURU :

— Something you learned early on about Suguru is that no matter what he'll always treat you with the utmost respect even when he's on the receiving end of your cold demeanor. Given the circumstances of arranged marriages, he understands why you're being distant and guarded towards your newly prospective groom whom you're meant to spend the rest of your life with after just having met each other. But he promises that if you give him a chance, maybe he can change your first impression of him and your outlook on the entire situation.

— Suguru also has some reservations against arranged marriages, but he keeps an open mind because there are some couples who grow to love each other and have successful and happy marriages. Although he does mention that if you still detest the idea of marrying him after getting to know each other in the next few months, he will find a way to give you an out because he doesn't want to force or pressure you to do something you strongly oppose.

— You already made up your mind that you weren't going to like him, despite his compelling attractiveness and engrossing charm that has everyone's heads turning his way and trying to get his attention. Of course, he respectfully turns them down as he introduces you, his bride-to-be and the only person he's really interested in developing a romantic relationship with. He may have almost swooned you with that, but you steel your resolve because they're just lovely words with no real meaning. Yet your skipping heartbeat says otherwise.

— As you're spending most of your days with Suguru, you find yourself enjoying his company a little more than you originally planned to. He might flatter or tease you with a light-hearted chuckle and the next thing you know you've caught yourself smiling because of him more than once. You also really liked that he always listens to what you had to say and remembers the small details about you through simple observation. He's always been so thoughtful and understanding and vulnerable with you that spending a lifetime with him sounds less and less awful with each passing second.

— With the wedding date near approaching, Suguru does sit you down once again and asks you if you'd still want to go through with the arranged marriage. He's perched with one knee drawn up and your hands in his as he's finding the words and begins by saying that he understands what's expected from both of your families but you should be able to decide for yourself who you want for a spouse. You remind him that he should be able to do the same just as much too. After a short pause and a gentle smile, Suguru asserts that he has made his choice and asks if you could do him the honor of becoming his wife and marrying him.

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

tag game~

tagged by the amazing @coquelicoq to list 5 topics i can talk on for an hour without preparing any material! thanksss <3 <3

this is honestly a really difficult one for me cos as much as i love to ramble, the prospect of having to do a talk for an hour about anything would a) make me INCREDIBLY anxious and 2) i would promptly forget everything i know about said subject literally the second i have to do the talk pfft.... wait... the prompt doesnt say i have to do the talk in front of people so hmm... maybe i'd be ok lol

anyway topics time lol (these aren't really in any order btw just writing them as i think of them)!

art history ofc... i could equally talk as much about art i love as much as art i HATE lol (duchamp's goddamn toilet fountain you're going fucking DOWN bitch)... can't promise my hour speech won't just be a list of fun art-y facts lol (like uh in medieval paintings that used gold leaf, artists would put down this red gesso/glue like mixture (called something like boll?) because the red gave the gold a warmer glow than just sticking it onto the plain wooden panel lol) or that it won't be me massively misremembering parts of my degree pfft...

history of the british monarchy lol! ok so i may not currently like the monarchy, but i am a MASSIVE fan of the history of the royals lol... especially the tudor era! a lot of my talk would be me trying to remember the order of the monarchs from william the conqueror until now (which would mean me singing the horrible histories monarchy song lol sorry not sorry)... i would also spend the time being like 'yeh so this one had allegations of being gay, as did this one, and THIS one had several male favourites who he was definitely in relationships with' lol

kpop lol... not really sure what i would talk about? maybe specific groups (exo would be in contention for sure, they have a very interesting history tbh), or just the wider cultural phenomenon and history of kpop? or just like talk about niche kpop groups that basically no one remembers pfft (like that group that jackie chan made lol! already mentioned it on my kpop haveyouheard blog but people in the notes were like 'wait jackie chan did WHAT???' lol...) like i definitely don't know a lot of stuff, but i know more than the average joe so like... it might be fun idk??

queer films lol... i'd also say films in general, but i definitely feel like i have more niche and interesting knowledge specifically of queer films so.... i DEFINITELY could talk for well over an hour about that lol! this would also definitely include me complaining about films like call me by your name and blue is the warmest colour lol... (i actually was speaking to myself the other day about both films and how perceptions of both have changed SO much over the years since they came out lol...) but i'd mainly want to talk about the amazing queer films i've watched over the years!!... i'd also throw in some talk of asian queer media here since i've been watching it for literally 6 or so years at this point lol...

back to history, this time ancient egypt! returning to my childhood roots with this one lol i know a lot of random things about ancient egypt that i could potentially string into an hour long talk? actually recently went to an exhibition at the place where they film downton abbey (it's not called that btw lol) where it had a whole thing about the discovery of tutankhamun's tomb in 1922 which had a lot of interesting info tbh! dont come to this talk if u dont want to hear me talk about all the incest that went on in ancient egyptian royalty pfft... (like...historians believe that tut's mother was also his aunt, and his sister was also his wife, which kinda explain why none of their children survived... royals of all eras really were like 'we have to intermarry to keep the bloodline pure' and it's like (breaking bad bald guy meme) jesse NO that's what's KILLING you!!!!!!!!!!)

for most of these i'd basically say something and then immediately be like 'don't fact check me on that though' because chances are i remembered the thing wrong pfft...

tagging (no pressure to do it ofc!): @abnerkrill @asoftspotforangels @sylvasa @dollopheadsandclotpoles @zelvuska @micamicster & whoever else wants to do it!!

[fictionkinfessions]

listening to glass animals on loop yearning for Some Guy......... yeag

fuuucking Pesterquest/Friendsim. homestuck/hiveswap. beforus also even tho thats fanmade, my canon is fucked /silly

anyways here's some random thoughts;

charun was so fun where is my buddy

I was not an artist then but i became one. i blame charun AND amisia AND remele but mostly charun.

im going in trollcall order. or at leasy trying to.

tagora was a bitch but he was FUN and had GOOD INTENTIONS PROBABLY. i dont drink coffee anymore but now im making myself wanna try it again

tirona was. certainly someone (i will not write characterhate. daily affirmations.)

skylla gave such good hugs i miss her

I WAS A SOUTHERNER THEN AND I AM A SOUTHERNER NOW SKYLLA WAS HOOOME

konyyl looks intimidating. i promise she is nice.

source; her route in friendsim i forgot the volume name. also me mems.

fozzer. fuck doc scratch.

bronya was my mom. bronya was great. i wanted to bake her cookies.

DIEMEN WAS ALSO GREAT I WANTED TO TAKE HIM TO THE MEAT ISLE OF ANY GROCERY STORE

cirava. i wanted to introduce them to glass animals. genuinely so cool also what. give me ur cool. im lacking.

TYZIAS. MY MOIRAIL. I MISS YOU. SHE WAS SO COOOL :( <>

lynera fucking scared me but she was COOL

vikare. he would be so obsessed with how i have a stepdad that flies airplanes in this life. i would take him to this flightschool

azdaja is fucking funny to just. watch. hes like a bug in a terrarium to me [with love /p]

REMELE KICKS ASS I LOVE HER /p one of The Friends ive ever made. would join in a heist again.

folkyl gets a fucking generator. i dont know if that would work. but i wanted to give her one back then and i still do.

i swear to arceus if i showed kuprum 4chan hed love that shit. immediate;y. HE TYPES LIKE A GREENTEXT TJAT IS HIS TYPING QUIRK i am so tired

zebede. (i will not write characterhate. daily affirmations. part 2.)

amisia i miss you i want to see your art again i can do anything in regards to advice now

also i fucking feel you, girl

daraya. i fucking feel you. i was worried then and i am worried now. i hope u and tyzias stayed friends also

BARZUM AND BAIZLI GAVE ME HEART ATTACKS EVERY FIVE SECONDS BUT I MISS THEM SO BAD. the fuckin goobers. they were so silly i think they should be able to do whatever they want

me too marsti me too. i miss talking abt nothing with her

nihkee was fucking terrifying and the only solace was that i too drank so much milk. not with PROTEIN SHAKES IN IT BUT YOU GET THE POINT.

boldir i had no idea what your deal was in that life but now for some reason you're just like 500% Neater. i dont know why

CHIXIE ONE OF THE FUCKIN "COUNCIL OF BESTIES" CHIXIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH /p I HOPE YOURE GETTING ON WELL

mallek. this mf is the reason that, after pesterquest memory rememberance, i got snakebite piercings. in cerulean. in other words im fucking gay. matespritcore. I MISS MY WIFE TAILS I MISS HIM A LOT /ref (p.s. i cannot apologize for being weird abt Mallek xoxo)

tegiri I MISS YOUUUUU NUMBER TWO IN THE COUNCIL OF BESTIES. chat everytime i watch anime i remember his fucking face. WHY are you in my HEAD you stinky man /lovingly. i watched kamisama kiss and i think if id watched it in my past life i wouldve showed it to him. pensive emoji. also i was still autistic abt miku back then, and i really wanted to show him vocaloid

elwurd go to therapy /lovingly

MARVUS NUMBER THREE IN THE COUNCIL OF BESTIES. i MISS you you CLOWN. you funny stupid goofy ass rapping CLOWN. i can rap just a little bit and i keep hoping he'd be proud of me. friendship

chahut the Unofficial member of the council. girl i remember having an axe you gave me and i miss that shit I LOOKED SO DUMB HOLDING IT. SHORT ASS PURE WHITE GOBLIN HOLDING AN AXE ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY ENTIRE BODY. THATS WHAT I LOOKED LIKE. i want this energy again. come back and give me an axe COWARD /silly

polypa....... i-have-two-hands-moirailliegance ass situation. tl;dr moirail polyamory. I MISS YOU. i want to sit on a pile of pillows again and ramble about my feelings i cannot describe how bad i miss that. its embarrassing

lanque got grounded for a solid month when we met and i found it fucking hilarious and i still do. me and my new friend who i DEFINITELY did not become friends with because of my MOM. /silly

wanshi HELLOOOO HIIII I MISS YOUUUU :( I MISS SOLDIER PURRBEASTS TOO WE HAD SUCH A FUN BOOK CLUB. reading warrior cats in your honor. watching moonkitti in your stead. etc. etc.

i do not miss zebruh (this dislike does not extend to zebruhs here. hi. he was literally identical to canon in my canon and. i did not fucking like him DKNSLM.)

galekh. im so sorry for the you-know-what-list incident but i was cLUELESS and looking back it is SO FUCKING FUNNY IM SOBBING. you were great i hope you and tagora had a wonderful kissmesisitude idk

i do not miss ardata sort of. yess she locked me in a basement and kinda tortured me but. first friend :(

KARAKO'S TROLLCALL IS JUST "WHO IS THIS?" IM FUCKING CRYING /silly

KARAKO my favorite fucking FREAK. this mf climbed up to my watchtower-hive instead of using the door. this mf scaled FLATT WALLS and I NEVER LEARNED HOW. idek if he can read but i miss him. feral creechur /loving

last but not least; Stelsa. ohmyarceus STELSAAA :(((

emotion.

Stelsa was so fuckin fun she MADE ME GET MY SHIT TOGETHER!!!

so sorry. my shit is not together anymore and it stopped being that way when doc scratch Yoinked my ass... apolocheese.

i try to take care of myself mostly bc Stelsa Would Want Me To shes like the angel on my shoulder /silly

tl;dr um fuck doc scratch i miss my friends and moirails and matesprit :(

~ [#❤️‍🩹💤]

x

[heich0e]

can you imagine being ainosuke's wife from an arranged political marriage. he doesn't really have time for you but it's okay, tadashi is there to take care of you 😳

i CAN imagine it. but i promise u i SHOULD NOT.

god ainosuke doesn't give a damn about you beyond how you look on his arm around other people. beyond what you offer him superficially. maybe cares about knocking you up eventually just so he gets an heir, but he's not particularly concerned about it at the moment; there's still time. you're still a young, pretty little thing that he can wear out like a symbol of his status and then leave at the door once he gets home without a second thought.

but tadashi is there when he's not. tadashi is the one who fields all of your communication with eachother, since ainosuke won't ever answer your calls. tadashi is the one who breaks it to you that your husband's gone away for work and won't be back for days. he's the one who finds you crying in that big empty house when you think you're there alone. and when he finally dares to say something to the young master, something gentle like 'shouldn't you speak to your wife about this, shindou-sama? won't that make her feel uncared for?' when the young man is planning yet another extended trip away from home (from you) ainosuke merely shrugs and tells him that if he's so concerned about what you think that he can take care of you himself.

[soft4gguk]

um im not even gonna apologize for the things im about to say to lucy and her trying to give advice lol

because how come she has the audacity to tell oc to grow up and speak directly to JK when SHE;

1) gave up her body

2) gave up her free time to mingle with his stupid ass friends

3) watch over his damn child bc that child’s parents are to incompetent to do it (i said what i said idc)

4) has never complained once when HE made her a dirty secret

like excuse the fuck me? what more else should she say at this point that this freaking idiot who‘s apparently oh so good with his company and has a whole child can grasp the situation he not only puts his kid in and his friends but also oc? like be so fr right now i need lucy to shut the hell up and tell that shit to jungkook’s face if she has the balls to act like she can give advice. oc did some pretty naive things yes but so what? she never ever did evil shit like jungkook so why should she feel the need to chase after a mf that couldn’t even keep up his promise when he went to her home and „apologized“? nah im so mad i would’ve slapped lucy so hard not even jimin could’ve helped her. what she could’ve said was that oc should take a step back and be more cold towards him and LET HIM crawl towards her, miss her and see that he CAN‘T take anyone for granted just because HE HAS A DAMN CHILD. that’s not an excuse there’s women/men out there who are all on their own with no money how come they can do it and never use that excuse but somehow a rich mf that divorced his wife not 3 months ago thinks the world is ending like please fuck off

im not trying to bash your characters but Lucy really tried it with me today 🙄 I still love your story regardless of her stupid advice and jk‘s stupid mistakes 😝🤍 #TeamY/N

hiii <33 im not gonna lie to you bestie, reading this ask raised my heartbeat a little, got my blood pumping if u will lol. tbh it's so very flattering as a writer to have people be so passionate about your story and so im so very grateful for that but also im just a girl 😩😩 lmaoooo. you shouldn't apologise! but also I feel like there's a couple of things to clear up so let's run through them 🤠

I don't know what you mean with give up her body? but I'm assuming you mean like, she has sex with jk? and to that I will say that I don't necessarily find it to be like that? I mean yeah, figuratively speaking but they very much have consensual sex that she not only wants but initiates a lot of the times!! the issue of them getting stuck in this vicious cycle of maybe having sex even when she's holding so much inside... I guess all I can say about that is that it happens? 😭 sex can blurs many emotional lines and I feel like its part of... life? idk. but I promise you she's not giving her body up for anyone!!

2. I wouldn't call them stupid 😭 they're actually really nice people! and they're really nice towards her, as well. def don't just see her as the nanny, or at least I've tried to really make sure that I make that clear in my writing! also... the past couple of chapters have been very concentrated in her little heartbreak but in past chapters u can see how she like... goes out and does stuff with her friends and for herself? and also sometimes the story does revolve around them so that's what I mostly write!!

3. this one was a bit... harsh? she looks after soori because it's literally her job. she also really likes her job. and she really likes soori. she loves her, dare I say!! also... jungkook is a really good dad and I also make sure to really make an emphasis on that with my writing! also i feel like you're confused because you say "parents" when technically she only has one parent... but I'll touch more on that in a second!

4. I get what he did when mai and tae came to his house that day was wrong... but also, they are in a relationship that is basically one big conflict of interest. also... they'd just started dating. and he'd just been through something pretty traumatising that his friends had to sort of navigate as well. so even though the execution was very off, I think the term dirty little secret is a bit off as well. very off, actually.

so... ira and jungkook didn't get divorced, actually! she left them... sort of quite literally vanished on them because she didn't want to be a mom anymore. jk actually did a very brave thing and pulled himself together for soori, even putting his own heartbreak aside just so he could be a good parent for her and giving her the emotional support she needed. and yes, im not justifying whatever he's been doing these past couple of chapters but also... I think at the beginning of his relationship with oc he did tell her he still had a lot of healing to do. and that they had to take it slow. did the lines get blurred? yes. but that was very much on both of them, not just her or him individually.

as for Lucy, you're totally allowed to feel any which way about any of my characters but my intention with the advice she gave oc was sort of... to bring perspective into the situation? she does have a point in the sense that oc never spoke to jk about any of what she was feeling, and that she (oc!) deserved to speak her voice and at least try. I liked Lucy being the one delivering this advice because she's a hopeless romantic, a big softie that's like... super in love rn and in a cute and healthy relationship, and I don't believe everything has to be about pride and making people suffer and miss you until they're crawling back to you (that's just my opinion). I actually feel like that would do more harm than good... all things considered!

with all this being said, thank you for reading! I'm glad you've been enjoying so far and thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. they're always welcomed! and I hope I could clear some things out for you. sending love <33

[murdock-barnes]

I NEED A MATTHEW MURDOCK ANGST sort of? based on the she hulk episode. so they're like married but he's still this huge player and sleeps with random women when his wife isn't at home, like when he went to LA or whatever he fucked she hulk even when he's in a relationship and she finds out and just breaks down preferably no smut with reader and matty but add whatever u want with him and anyone else ty!!

A Million Heartbreaks

Matt Murdock x Fem!Wife!Reader

Warnings: Manwhore Matt(he deserves his own warning lmao), pure angst

Word Count: 1,8K

A/N: Reblogs and comments are sooo appreciated! I really wanna hear what you think of this🥹

You stirred awake upon hearing the door being shut. Confusion and panic filled you for a second but then you remembered that your husband had a late flight. It must have been him.

"Matthew?" you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice came. A relief filled you when you heard his voice, accompanied by deep sorrow.

He entered the bedroom, dropping his suitcase. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

You shook your head no, he could tell. Matt was always so sweet... until he's not.

You sat up, your back on the bedframe. "How was your trip?"

"Uh... it was okay." He was shaking off his clothes as he talked.

"That's it?" you asked. "Tell me more. I would love to hear about She-Hulk. She's so famous these days."

"Yeah... she was cool. Jen is a great lawyer."

"Jen?" you mumbled under your breath.

He noticed the change in your tone but didn't want to further investigate. He was left in his boxers and now slipped under the covers beside you. He seemed ready to sleep.

"I saw the trial, you know? On the news," you said. "Jennifer was talking to the reporters outside the court and I saw you in the back, leaving the building with that designer guy."

"Uh huh."

"You weren't wearing your wedding ring."

Matt's eyes opened. You couldn't hear heartbeats but you knew his got way quicker now.

"Baby..." he started.

“You just can’t help it, can you?" The disappointment in your voice burned his chest. Matt was truly sorry but yes he knew he just couldn't help it.

"What are you talking about?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he was gonna take the highway again.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You couldn't keep it in your pants... AGAIN. You fucked Jennifer."

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me... I don't have to explain myself but that did not happen."

There he was. The same old same old.

"I can't believe you..."

"Sweetheart, I swear nothing happened between me and her. Can we just talk about this in the morning?" He closed his eyes and shuffled to get into a more comfortable position.

"Oh my God! You're unbelievable and insufferable!"

He opened his eyes with a huff. His attitude only made you more annoyed and angry.

"Don't even try, Matt. There's a literal video of you leaving her house, doing the walk of shame. Some dude recognized your pathetic ass, filmed it, and put it on Twitter."

"What? That couldn't be me. I was in my hotel room all night."

He was kidding, right? Did he really think you were that dumb?

"I swear to God, if you attempt to gaslight me one more time, I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face."

He squeezed his eyes shut with a grunt. You didn't say a word and just waited for him to admit it. It's always been the same. He cheated, you confronted him, he denied it, and then confessed his sins. The same cat and mouse game.

"I did it." His voice was bitter, guilt dripping from every word. You couldn't give two fucks about his so-called guilt.

You chuckled, knowingly. He did it again despite his promises... and the promises before that... and before that. You gave him another chance every time because you wanted to believe in him. You've seen how determined he could be with his vigilante shit. Maybe he could put the same effort into his marriage. He never did.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what-"

"Shut it!" your voice grew stronger now. Your body was burning with rage and sadness and disappointment.

"How could you, Matt? Again?" You threw off the covers, sitting taller. "I am so sick and tired. I can't take it anymore."

He got up and sit, turning to you. His hands reached yours to hold but you drew them back, away from his touch. You got off the bed and started pacing the room.

"Please, I'll make it up-"

You couldn't stand hearing his whining, honestly. "Oh, stop it! It's the same thing every time. You go fuck around and come back, begging me to forgive you. You have no fucking respect for me, let alone love! I've had enough."

He pouted "Don't say that, you know I love you."

"No, you don't... No. If you were, you wouldn't do any of this."

He got up quickly and before you know it, he was at your feet, groveling. His forehead hit the ground and his hands grabbed your ankles. "I'll pray. I'll confess and repent my sins. Please, forgive me. I truly am sorry. Please."

Was he fucking for real? You backed away, slipping away from his clutch.

"You're such a good Catholic boy, aren't you? Catholic, my ass! Your conscience only seems to be working when it comes to killing but adultery and lying are okay, huh?"

A pained grunt came from him but he stayed in the same position. "I know, I'm a horrible person. I've made a mistake again. Please, take me back."

"You said it was a mistake with Claire, too and it was just one time with Karen. And Elektra... don't even get me started on her." You took in a sharp breath. Tears were burning your eyes. "You always went back to her. Whenever you were in trouble, you didn't come to me. Instead, you went into her arms."

He was silent as he sat up, taking his head between his hands.

"I don't know... maybe I am the problem. Maybe I couldn't give you the comfort that a wife should've given but I tried my best, Matt. You didn't even try." Your voice cracked in the last part and tears started to spill down your face.

"No... no. It's not you. You've been nothing but supportive and loving to me. I... I ruin everything." He swallowed hard with that lump in his throat. He hated seeing you sad and especially knowing that he was the one that was making you sad.

"You can't just say you ruin everything and move on with your life being an impending doom, Matt. You gave up. You're not even trying to be better. I've been on my own in this marriage for a long time now."

You sat on the bed with a huff. How did your relationship turn into this? It was all so sweet in the beginning. That night at the bar changed your life. This handsome, mysterious stranger approached you, buying you a drink. Honestly, you just wanted a free drink but the conversation hooked you. He was a charming man and a dangerous one. It felt like he was luring you into dark, shady waters but he was oh-so-sweet.

It was a month into your relationship when you found out he was the devil of Hell's Kitchen. One night, he stumbled into your apartment, beaten up and bloody. You spent the rest of the night tending his wounds. For you, it was hard to accept that he was risking his life out there every night. Somehow you got used to it.

Three months after getting married, you got promoted at work. Everything was so great, you were so happy. However, now your position required you to travel sometimes and you hated being away from Matt.

It was one of those nights that you came from a trip. Matt wasn't home so you just changed and decided to wait for him. You poured yourself a glass of wine and right when you were about to sit on the couch, something caught your eye. You leaned down to check. There was a red thong beside the couch, almost under it. Your body froze, all the air in your lungs emptying. It definitely wasn't yours. When you confronted Matt about it, he refused to recognize the underwear. Shocking! He even claimed that it was yours. That was your first big fight and when you find out about Claire.

There have been more work trips and more women. You only knew about Claire, Karen, and Elektra but you were certain that there were so much more. Why was he doing this? Why having you wasn't enough?

"Was I ever enough for you, Matthew?"

Matt never ever heard your voice so broken. He was drowning in your sadness while the taste of your tears filled the room.

"I gave you all of me and I did it gladly. I love you with all my heart, all my existence. We took a vow. We swore before God. We promised to honor each other." Your voice was barely a whisper now but he heard you loud and clear.

You fiddled with your ring, it almost burned your flesh now. "We promised to wear these rings to show our love and faithfulness."

Matt was sitting there silently and tears were falling out of his eyes. He was well aware that he fucked up. He ruined the best thing in his life. He made his one and only's heart bleed.

You were just sitting there contemplating the broken shards that were your marriage. You never loved anyone as much as you loved him. Hell, that was probably the only reason you kept forgiving him. He was a good man, you knew but he was in a constant battle with his demons. He would sometimes be off the rails but he always came back to you.

How long could you do this? How many more women? All these years, he trampled down your honor and dignity in the name of love and mistakes but no more.

No more.

You took a deep breath in and got up. It might've looked like a simple movement but it took all your courage and what's left of your dignity. You wouldn't take this man's disrespect and dishonesty anymore. Matt's head snapped in your direction, following every little movement.

You walked to the front door, grabbing your purse and coat. When Matt realized what was happening, he was by your side before you know it.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's just talk." He grabbed you by the waist and tried to halt your motion.

You tried to shrug him off but his hold was strong. "There's nothing to talk about. Let me go."

Matt's heart was breaking into million pieces. The idea of you leaving him... the idea of moving on with his life without you... he wished he could take back the time and undo every misdeed he committed.

"Don't leave me. Please... I'll change... for good this time, I swear. Baby, please don't do this to me."

His words burned through your chest. Even though he broke your heart a million times, you still felt sad because he was sad. His pretty face was contorted in pain. His unfocused eyes were filled with tears. You wanted to reach and wipe his tears away, give him a kiss and hug him.

No more.

"I'm done, Matt. I can't do this anymore. I don't deserve to be treated like this. I never did." You freed yourself from his grip and opened the door.

He fell onto his knees with a sob. "Please..."

You took in the view in front of you, feeling pity for him. Right before you walked out of the door, you said "Sign the divorce papers when they arrive."

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Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers × Reader

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❝ Dream ❞

I- Man can cook.

He's basically your personal male wife so, what more could you want

You get a warm drink with some cookies every morning

You get warm soups every afternoon

And at dinner it's your choice, Dream will cook anything for you

You'll be good in no time

Also Patches cuddles as a bonus. She's basically your personal heater

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He's the opposite of Dream, he should never be allowed in the kitchen

Unless you want to clean up the mess :D

But other than that he's very helpful

He keeps a change of clothes for you, just in case you get too hot and want to change

He'll come by to check on you every hour to make sure you're ok and to wet the folded towel on your forehead

He also tries to be quite while streaming, to not disturb you, and will spend time with you when he's done

❝ Sapnap ❞

He panics a bit, cause "my baby is dying", which is not true lol

He'll then drown you into one of his hoodie and send you to your room to rest

100% asks Dream to help him cook something for you, which the older makes fun of, but Sapnap could care less when it comes to you

You're always so proud of him whenever he comes to give you the food he cooked and if he had a tail he'd be wagging it with all the compliments he's receiving from you

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

He's very prepared

The second you make a cough he's already making a mental list of all the things he needs for your cold

He definitely pats your head to make you fall asleep quicker, which works

He also cooks for you

And sometimes he'll bring you pizza as a change of meal

Then when you're all better he'll bake you your favourite desert

❝ Skeppy ❞ [Platonic]

This is gonna be short because

He heard you were sick and came to visit you

But you two ended up spending more time togheter then you thought

So he also caught the cold

And now you two are both sick in bed togheter :D

Good job!

❝ Quackity ❞

He'll joke about you beign sick to lift up the mood

But if you are feeling very bad he'll turn on serious mode and search ways to make you feel better

Idk why but I imagine him making you play with his hair because it makes you calm down

Another one who promises to be more quiet while streaming, but unlike George he forgets and doesn't realize it until half way through the stream

He'll then tell chat that he's going to the bathroom but instead he's coming to profusely apologize to you

You probably didn't even notice because you were sleeping lol

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

He also panics, maybe a bit less then Sap

He doesn't cook, period.

But he will make you hot chocolate and cuddle with you to keep you company

You have told him many times to not stay too close or he'll catch a cold

But he says that he "never had a cold"

You got better but then he got sick :D

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

He doesn't stay with you while you're sick but visits from time to time

He'll bring you food and other snacks and drinks you like to make you feel better

Probably also buys you a plushie to keep you company

I imagine him buying you a duck and calling it "Duckbur"

❝ C!Philza ❞ [Platonic]

Like Bad, father Crowza's instinct tingle the second you show a sign of being sick

Quickly tells you to go to bed and stay there

Makes you tons of soup to keep you warm

He ends up making a potion to try and heal you quicker, which works but it taste horrible

After he saw your bleh face he gave you a candy to take away the bitter taste of the potion

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

For some reason I imagine Techno never getting sick

So he never knows what to do when you're sick, you'll have to guide him

He'll end up warming you up by cuddling you

And when he has to cook something for you he'll order Steve to keep you warm

❝ Nihachu ❞

She's very good at taking care of you

Always knows what to do and how to make you feel better

She'll drown you into a bunch of heavy blankets and make her cat keep you company while she goes out to by you medicine

Makes sure to help you cool off with the wet towel every once in a while

She'll caress your face and just mumble random things to distract you from how shitty you're feeling

❝ Eret ❞

So, imagine you're sick, in your dark room under your warm blankets, on the verge of sleeping

When you hear Eret's deep voice from out of nowhere

You can either be scared or happy to hear him lol

He decideds to stay at you house to take care of you and, boy were you taken care of

To distract you from the agony you've been put through he'll let you dress him up and make a mini fashion show just for you

❝ Punz ❞

At first he'll be like "lol you're sick, sucks to suck"

But then he'll actually get worried and bring you some warm soup that he definitely cooked and not bought from a restaurant near by

When he's out of things to do for you he'll sit down near you and start playing with your hand, as a way to distract you

Probably ends up falling asleep with you

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

He's the other one that gets sick with you

"We can hang out" he said "I won't get sick" he said

And now you are both stuck in bed

But hey, you can cuddle and kiss all you want

Yay cuddles!