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bakugoushotwife · 1 year ago

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a/n: some of my self-ship ramblings while i'm supposed to be writing gojo kinktober skfjskhdkgdf--this will be the family set up for a series of mine ;)

everyone says girl dad gojo this boy dad gojo that, when in reality it's gojo and his son + his two little sisters.

oh gojo just fusses all over his firstborn son when he arrives, all glossy eyed with pride as he boasts about the gojo line—and his son being the strongest yet! (though he'd rather die than let his son face the same perils he did-)

your husband turns into such a doting father with his little sidekick, teaching him how to gush over mama, but how to pick daddy's side. oh his son is just his best friend! a little carbon copy of him down to the dimples. he takes him everywhere once he's about five, letting your son traverse the school with him if for no other reason than to boast over his spawn. he's such a little gentleman thanks to tips from daddy, picking fistfuls of dirt and dandelion to plop on the table while you're making dinner—eyes of blue you know all too well grinning up at you, a smile that's missing a tooth or two. "got you flowers mama!" he brags, stepping up on his helper's stool to get a look at what you're doing—stage one clinger and nosy freak like his dad. you giggle at the mess and nod, patting his hair and thanking him with kisses.

"what about my kisses?" your husband smirks, revealing a proper bouquet from behind his back as he peeks over your opposite shoulder. your giggles intensify as you give him the same treatment, letting satoru finish up the food so you could put your bouquet and your dandelions away in a vase.

"i wanna help you daddy!" the high pitched determination from your son has your heart melting, and satoru doesn't think he could get any happier.

that is until his first daughter is born. his son changed his life, but the little girl in his arms now has him sobbing as she bats white lashes up at him—he knows he'll never be the same person, now forever occupied with her safety and happiness, raising her to be a good person, a sweet and kind person like you. her big brother is just as invested, eager to help his tired parents and hardly complaining about the baby's crying. he wants to be a big man like daddy, so he'll follow satoru into her nursery and help give her bottles while you sleep, though satoru (jokingly) wishes he was old enough to change a diaper—you've created some dynamic shitters, not that your son was any better.

but oh how his daughter was his sunshine. such a delicate and powerful little thing too, he didn't even know how to treat her at first. with his son it was easy, he was unafraid. but with his daughter, he knows he'll be the example in her life and he's terrified to mess it up. but he gets the hang of it—and she absolutely adores her father.

maybe one of these days you'll get one that prefers you, though your son is quite the mommy's boy thanks to satoru's shining performance.

the girl though, all hopes of her being sweet and kind go out the window by the time she's four. she's a mouthy little thing, bossing around her big brother, who's definitely grown less charmed with being a big brother—only on the outside. he still adores his little sister, but he does roll his eyes when you tell him that you're pregnant with another girl.

the baby of the family, satoru bawls when he holds her yet again. she's just as strong and beautiful as his first two, but by far the biggest daddy's girl yet. she grows up under the protection of her older siblings—her big sister dresses her like her own personal babydoll and her big brother rescues her from such activities. she is sweet and lovely despite her siblings, and you think it's a miracle. that only lasts so long, though.

satoru spoils all of his kids, but his girls are so snotty by the time they reach puberty, no boys can even catch their attention. this was all to his design of course, he would not have his smart, strong, and talented girls bogged down by boy troubles, gag. as bratty as satoru was in high school, imagine two of them. as girls. yes.

the teenage sisters are closer than close—banding up against their annoying big brother when he comes by to poke at them, the once protector turned aggressor—though he would die for his sisters without a second thought.

don't even get me started on gojo's son. if the girls are bratty, satoru's carbon copy is entitled and smug, even more handsome than his dad thanks to your enhancements and the only next gen gojo man? he's intolerable by the time he graduates, and satoru is absolutely tickled about it—even asking for another baby as yours grow and prepare to leave the nest. he's a family man, and so so good with babies...you may just give into his wishes just to witness it some more. <3

#selfship coded #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo rambles #the queen's ruling #jjk x reader #gojo my beloved

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skelly-words · 3 months ago

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more bf!sukuna hcs, but he’s insufferable and stuck in my head. this is part 4…

warning: some NSFW, slight intox, minors DNI

NEVER lets you drive. he’s so misogynistic. “females are bad drivers” ass bitch. "you're gonna wrap us around a tree."

claims to despise when you baby him e.g. forehead kisses, scratching his back to put him to sleep, even fucking cuddling. don’t believe that shit for a second but pretend to and stop until he starts acting grateful.

way too confrontational to be taken out in public. just pretend you don’t know him when he’s pulling a gun on someone who stepped on his shoes.

you’d be broke if you bailed him out of jail every fucking time. at least let him marinate there all night before folding or call his dad to do it instead.

so messy. it's unintentional, but sukuna just leaves a trail of disorder in his wake. throw pillows on the floor, shoes in the walkway, and always leaving the lights on despite complaining about the utility bill.

throw him outside to do yardwork or something. he loves that shit. putting in a couple fruit trees, maybe stepping stones. by the end of the summer you have a tiered garden with slate retaining walls and an automatic irrigation system.

why does he have a green thumb? he's in a secret competition with the neighbors for prettiest lawn. and yet, you manage to kill the little succulent garden he planted for you.

a minimalist (derogatory). sukuna is always trying to throw your trinkets and knickknacks away when you're not paying attention.

he loves getting a little fashion show after you buy new clothes. it's one of the few cute things he'll admit to enjoying. it doesn't matter if the outfit is skimpy or modest, hearts are popping out of his eyes like in a fucking cartoon.

doesn't apologize under any circumstances. the word 'sorry,' isn't in his lexicon. however, he will leave his card on the counter before heading to work and pick up flowers on the way home and make reservations at your favorite restaurant. don't expect to hear a real apology though.

super duper tender-headed. you can't even detangle it without him whining. might cry if you try to do braids, twists, any kinda style. fucking pussy

irritating asf. actually hate him, idk why i’m writing this. i'd probably poison him and collect the life insurance.

UMM nsfw

calling sukuna something corny and dominant in bed (sir/daddy/king/etc.) out of the blue would make him nut. and he isn’t even embarrassed about it at all.

incapable of pulling off a quickie. i think this is more endearing than aggravating. he can't hit it right in just ten minutes. he'll ask for more time. and a little more. then it's been an hour and you're likely running late for something.

thinks you're hottest bent over (i'm not even projecting rn bc my ass is flat). don't worry, he thinks your face is cute, missionary is great too. but if you wore one of those pillow case ass house dresses with no panties he'd go crazy. i hate to air him out like this, but it's true. i gotta link this shit so you know what i'm talking about. makes him feral. maybe i am projecting bc i luv those dresses.

but anyway, he'd fall for the 'bend and snap' so bad (legally blonde reference). these are basically crack, sorry

occasionally forgets that foreplay is a thing and tries to go straight from light frenching to stickin it.

i feel like sukuna’s sunday nights are spent getting really high and kissing on you for hours. he just gets the munchies dude. leaving dewy spots of saliva on all your exposed skin. once he’s tasted that, your clothes is peeled off so he can drool on the rest of you. he doesn’t even realize how much of a tease he is. his mouth suctioned to your inner thigh… maybe i should just write this as its own thingy

p sure i said this already, but he’s a biter. gnaws on you like a mf chew toy. it’s an oral fixation thing, if you don’t like it buy him lots of lollipops and tic tacs.

ok i have to stop before i gross myself out. tyty for reading <3<3<3 have a wonderful day.

masterlist if you wanna read the rest

#sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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RIP MC (Sorry Cove)

Takes place anytime after Step 4. Cove loses (female) MC after a medical incident.

Cove stood at your closet, glancing over your wardrobe. He let his hands touch over every item, breathing in your smell that still lingered on the pieces of clothing. When he found a dress -- your favorite dress, not your nicest but the one he knew you felt the cutest in -- he paused, then pulled it out.

He put it on the bed in a pile of things to send over to the funeral home.

They'd asked him in kind, gentle voices to put together some things for you to wear for the burial, and it wasn't a task he was taking lightly. He knew your moms or Liz might want to pick something a little nicer, but he was certain he knew you best, and he knew you'd want to be comfortable.

He tried not to think too much as he opened your jewelry box, looking for something that stood out, or when he looked through your shoes and came across your beach sandals. You wouldn't be needing those anymore, but he couldn't bear to consider the depth of that.

It had all happened just so fast -- so incredibly, frustratingly, heartbreakingly fast. Your blood pressure was high, too high, but your doctors knew that, that's why they admitted you to the hospital. They put you in some medicine he couldn't remember the name of, something that went in an IV and made you a little loopy, but you were joking about it. You were still ok. You were still you.

Then it got higher, then it got higher again. He remembered nurses moving a little faster, more doctors he had never seen before coming in. He tried to ask what was happening, but only got quick reassurances, if anything at all.

"She'll be ok," they'd told him. They were wrong.

At one point you'd started seizing -- a sight he was sure he'd never shake from his memory. Then you stopped. Then you were gone.

The rest was a blur, and Cove wasn't altogether confident that this horrific moment, the costume design for your funeral, wouldn't end up in the same mess of grief that the rest of it had. He remembered his mom holding him. His dad crying. Your moms had talked to him for a while, but he couldn't for the life of him recall what they'd said.

Going over the dresser one more time for anything you might want to wear for your last outfit, he saw your perfume and stopped. He lifted it to his nose, considered it, then sprayed a bit on his wrist. When the scent fully reached his nose, he let out a choked sob and doubled over, as if he'd been punched in the guy physically instead of just metaphorically.

He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. What would life look like without you? He couldn't picture it and he didn't want to try. How was he supposed to go through each day without you by his side? You were in everything -- the ocean, the flowers, the summers spent making sandcastles and the winters spent curled up in each other's arms. Each moment brought another thought of something you'd done together that had marked him for life, or something that you'd never get to do together, no matter how badly he yearned for it.

Cove started breathing harder, tears rolling down his face. He couldn't catch his breath and he didn't know what to do with himself. He flailed his hands, sad little screams escaping his mouth, just utterly and completely lost.

Then his phone rang.

With a shaky hand, he pulled it out of his pocket -- your ma was calling. He answered without saying a word.

"Cove, sweetie," she said in a voice holding a massive sadness of her own. "We're outside, are you ready for us to come in."

"Yeah," he managed. "I think I've got everything together."

"All right, Pam and I will get it taken care of. See you in just a minute."

Cove hung up the phone and dragged his still-shaky hands over his face, trying to pull himself together. He picked up your dress, shoes and a little bag of accessories your moms could go through. That was good enough.

He was by the front door when Pam knocked lightly, and he opened it, not even bothering to try for a smile. They didn't either.

"Trade?" your ma asked.

Cove nodded. He carefully handed the outfit over to Pam, then reached out to grab the car seat that Noelani was holding. There he was -- your newborn baby boy, fast asleep in crisp white pajamas, impossibly tiny and totally clueless about the mother he'd never get to meet.

He looked over the baby, wanting to check once again to make sure he was ok. He knew he was -- little baby Holden had been closely monitored and given a clean bill of health -- but he no longer felt comfortable being too sure of anything if someone could get ripped away from him as easily as you had been.

"He's a great kid, Cove," Pam told him. "He's a good eater, a good sleeper. I think you lucked out with this one."

"I'm thinking he takes after his mama," Noelani added, fresh tears in her eyes. "You're in for a great ride."

He couldn't bear to look at them then, their own grief so plain on their faces. Instead, he kept looking at the baby -- his chubby cheeks, his tiny hands, his pouty little lips with drool pooled at the corners. He looked like you, and Cove couldn't tell whether that was a good thing.

"We'll get out of your hair and give you two some bonding time," Pam finally broke the silence. "Your parents are coming over?"

"Yeah," he answered, glancing up at them. "I told them to wait, I wanted to be alone while I ..." he gestured to the clothes, unable to verbalize what they were. He knew, and that was bad enough.

"Of course," Pam said. "Don't wait too long to call, all right?"

"I won't."

Your moms left, telling Cove to call if he needed anything and promising to call themselves to set up more time with the baby soon, and that was it. He was left in the home you shared, with the baby you carried, and you weren't there. You never would be.

The tears started again, and apparently the baby felt like having some bonding time after all -- he woke up from his nap and started crying too. Not bothering to try to stop this time, Cove just kept sobbing as he unbuckled the car seat and pulled his son out, so careful to support him properly. He held him gently to his chest, but before he could get up to prepare a bottle or check for a dirty diaper, the baby quieted, just soothed by the touch of his father.

"Oh, ok," Cove said with a tragic little laugh. "That works."

He wasn't sure how long they sat like that, taking solace in each other, but by the time the baby did start crying properly, he felt steady enough to stand up and make his way to the kitchen for a bottle. He still felt entirely broken, and the concept of feeling ok was laughably far away, but he could do this. He could take care of his son.

#cove holden #our life cove #our life beginnings & always #olba cove #olba mc #olba #cove x mc #cove our life #cove x reader #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden x reader #our life

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elsaellaelys · 1 year ago

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Ice cream and daydreams

summary: Ice cream date on the beach. Inspire by Melting, Kali Uchis.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Too fluff.

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a/n: I had to write this! Is probably my favorite now. If you want to write with another music theme, just let me know.

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You are my church, you are my place of worship.

Y/N is sure she can't find one person she admires more than JJ. And it's not just about his blonde messy hair, his lost sea eyes, his skin, his body or the way he touch her, but how he managed to get through everything he went and still be the sweetest guy she've ever knew, how he loved her and how she could love him back, how he let her in. People always told her she shouldn't trust people so blindly, be so devoted and she knows is dangerous thing to do, but can she help it? She wouldn't mind anything he can do at all, as long as he's still beside her, still loving her just like she loves him.

I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

She'd give anything to be with him all the time, is even bad to admit, but she would like steal him from everybody else cause she's so hooked, so in love, and the connection that sets between them feels like will never end and she can't take the risk of letting people ruin it.

The first time they had sex is her main memory everyday, she never felt so complete, so satisfied, since that day, nothing can bring her down from the clouds, she knows that, when the day is bad, she can come back to him, he'll hold her and tell her everything is okay and she'll believe.

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict.

With all her heart she wishes they are really meant to be together, till the end. Spending day after day waking up next to him, coming back to fall asleep holding each other, forever together. He already told her that, she's cursed to handle him forever, he's not letting go and she couldn't be more glad, it's not a curse though, it's her wish coming truth.

When you're around, my insides turn inverted.

He always comes behind her to put his harsh hands delicately above her eyes. Her heart beats fastly against her chest.

"Who is it?" she asks, even though she knows the answer, she feels him smiling in her neck, peppering kisses in her skin.

"I can tell you know, I see the goosebumps in your neck." he whispered, blowing air in the back of her ear.

The pogues are all making vomit sounds, but JJ just shove them away. "Stay here princess, I'm gonna get you Jack&Coke, just the way you like it." he crossed the bar to get the drink, leaving her eyeing him, looking so hot with his sunglasses between his blonde hair, combat boots crossed as he leans in the balcony, and she's yearning for the moment he'll come back, put his arm around her shoulder and she'll pretend she's not thinking about what he gonna do when they get home, when he get her in the bed just in her underwear.

So she lean her head in his shoulder, both hands holding the glass cup to not cringe into his side like a cat in his owner's lap.

My blood starts to rush when I see your doorman I know you're nearby and I know your purpose Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

He told her to wait at home, he'd pick her up to the beach avenue, but she couldn't wait, heading to the Chateau, in the sundress she knows he loves, pink with little blue flowers, a silk bown in the back, so short that she made sure to wear pink lace panties. She saw John B. and Pope outside in the porch, suddenly a little shy of how dressed up she was. "Hi." she spoke, trying to sound the more normal possible.

John B. looked up, eyes wide. "Hello there." he answered wining a slap in the head from Pope. "Ouch!"

"Hi Y/N, JJ is inside." Pope says.

"He's showering, it's really nice that you can make him shower... Ouch! What the fuck you're all up to?" John B. stroked the back of his head, JJ just showed up in the door and slapped his friend's head.

"I do shower, dumbass."

"Yeah, every Sunday."

"Shut up." "Wait a minute, princess, I lost my keys." She followed him inside the Chateau, he was leaving a trail of his Cremo cologne that he probably got from the Walmart, she leaned in the door frame observing her boyfriend lifting pillows, dragging the sofa front and backwards, opening drawers, Y/N was hypnotized by his sight, navy blue shirt, khaki pants and boots, the way he furrowed his eyebrows looking around. Wishing the time could stop, just to look at him till she got sick, like she could ever get enough of him, of his precious face and smile, and this perfume, vanilla spice affecting her brain. God! What did he do to me?!

She shook her head "Isn't that on the kitchen counter?" she asked.

He looked up, going to find the keys in the place she pointed. "What I'd do without you, uhm?" She laughed when he spinned her around, headed out holding her hand, said goodbye to the boys still holding her hand, not letting go to help her get on his motorcycle, putting her arms around his torso, he rode like they were on a bubble, heading to the sky.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while

Now he's here, paying for her white chocolate ice cream that she made sure to cover with a lot of strawberry sauce. JJ got a vanilla one, they sitted on the beach sand, under the shade of a tree that leaned over the beach side, his boots sinked a little in the sand beside her strap sandals, the sea was a bit far, but its smell and sound was clear, they could see the waves crashing in the rocks from time to time.

"This is nice, isn't? Beach, ice cream..." JJ spoke, eyes coming to Y/N.

"You." she added "My favorite things."

He smiled wildly. "Am I your favorite?"

"Yes!" She smiled back. Oh look at his dimples, makes he looks so sweet and... Oh he just reached to pull my hair off of my face, thought he was going to kiss me. Oh, he's leaning again, is he gonna kiss me? With those pretty lips...

"Your ice cream." he pointed.

"Uh?" she asked confused.

"Is melting, love."

I pray that I can learn to be funny I'm watching every stand-up comedy Just hoping that it'll rub off on me So you'll smile at everything I say

She took a mouthful of ice cream, trying to take off the not so iced part, hands starting to get sticky, she just rubbed on her dress, not really caring about it.

"Eating ice cream is a thing that nobody can't look tough doing." JJ said, Y/N laughed.

"What?"

"Yeah! Like, can you imagine Mike Tyson eating ice cream before a fight? Nobody's gonna take him serious. He gonna look like a 10 year old kid, I'd even give him braces."

She laughed loudly, he started to act licking the ice cream trying to seem fussy. Her laugh being the prettiest thing he've ever heard, he would do anything to hear it everyday.

JJ remember the first time he saw her crying, she lost in the beach the necklace her grandma gave her, she hugged him so tight, silently crying, he only knew because of the tears running down his chest, he felt powerless for not be able to help, when Kiara came to them taking the necklace out of the net she used to collect trash off the beach, she smiled wildly, tear still watering her lashes, he still felt bad for not being the one to save her. So he would do anything to take a laugh out, see that sweet grin in that pretty lips.

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites I wanna touch them in the dead of night Your smile ignites just like a candlelight

Fuck, that pretty lips, she licked it and now is shiny, just ready to be kissed, like he does everyday, when wake up beside her, when one of them have to leave, when they see each other in the middle of the day; like he does every night, when he's droping her at her house, when they're going to sleep, when he has her pressed between him and the sheets.

Passing his finger in the cream, he spread it in the tip of her nose, leaning to kiss the place, then he put some ice cream in his lips, she's all smiles and giggles, warming his heart.

Then somehow, I know everything's alright.

He had a bad day start, waking up to no breakfast, no washed clothes, his dad passed out in the living room, then he had to clean a kook's pool, cut their grass, listening annoying commentaries from rich ass fuckers.

But she called... "I've thinking about you nonstop." "It doesn't matter, just want to see you, Jay." He almost lost his knees strength just listening to her voice, she made him feel like he was the one begging to see her. He needed her, her voice - not only through the phone - her face, her body, her touch, her love. Cause when they're together nothing else matters, everything is okay.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile

The ice cream were longer forgot, their hands were all dirty and sticky, but does it matter? Lips are now connected, vanilla and white chocolate flavors in both their mouths, her breath is hitting his face. The cone is slipping from his hand, he didn't notice though, too caught up in how her soft lips felt between his, so easy to slick his tongue in, until he feels the lack of what he was holding. Looking down to see his ice cream mixing with sand. "Fuck."

She laughed "It's okay we can share mine."

Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while.

Of course the day is going to end, but JJ probably will be sleeping in her bed anyway. Right now, they'll stay like that for a while.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #Spotify

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merakiui · 2 years ago

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Prince Floyd was unexpectedly so sweet. I loved the little glimpses of Prince Jade though!!

Prince Jade is a menace. orz he's always taking advantage of the obvious power dynamic and teasing you in the subtlest of ways, whether that's by innocently asking if you'll tend to him when he wakes up with a hard-on or by making you dress him each morning. He wants you to be the one who runs his baths, who waits outside with his fluffy robe (although he wouldn't mind if you stand inside; he likes chatting with you and occasionally flustering you), who brings him his meals or delivers any news to him. He's always toeing the line of breaking the rules with you, seeing how far he can go just for the fun of it. You're very entertaining, and since you're his maid you can't really deny him his entertainment.

When he makes trips into the city, he insists you ride in the carriage with him while his guards ride in separate carts. You probably made out with him in the carriage. >:) he tells you this will be a little secret between the both of you, so make sure to keep it close to your heart, okay? You learn how to clean up and dress very quickly after spending so much time kissing in shadowed corridors or in carriages with Jade before having to face other servants or royalty. Aaaaa he's so charming and he knows just what to say and do to have you weak in the knees. He keeps his scent hidden as well, so you'll never know what he smells like until he decides to remove the scent blockers when your heat is nearing, just to see what effect it'll have on you.

Every time potential suitors come to the palace to meet with him and Floyd, Jade makes it his mission to fuck you just minutes before he has to meet the nobles who have traveled far and wide. You're certain he does it to be rebellious and to see if anyone will catch on, but oh is it scary to greet all of the powerful aristocrats alongside Prince Jade while knowing that not even five minutes ago the same mouth that speaks pleasantries was all over you, kissing and licking and biting. Jade likes to play dangerous games, and you just so happen to be caught up in one.

But then there are the moments where it feels like his flirtatious teasing is actually more genuinely romantic. Like when he picks the prettiest flower from the gardens and tucks it behind your ear with such a fond smile. Or when he was learning how to cook for himself and he let you taste all of his meals (which contained suspicious ingredients, some leaving you bedridden and others leaving you hot and aching). Or how, even when you were stuck in bed after trying his meals, he'd visit you in secret. Or when his fingers intertwine with yours when you stand beside him and he holds your hand for a brief moment before he's drawing away from you. Or when the next time you think he's going to fuck you roughly he kisses every previous bite and bruise, rutting into you as if this is your first time with him.

You can never understand Jade or his motives, but after spending so much time with him you've come to learn he is just as unpredictable as his brother.

#twisted chit chat #tw: omegaverse #tw: abo #in conclusion i need prince jade carnally orz

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lovelyd0gg · 4 months ago

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"My dear, we will find each other." Pt. 2

Summary: Eugene and you parted ways because you both had to move to your families in different states. You both lived far away and were in a long-distance relationship. You both called at times and texted, but, one day, on your birthday, you are greeted with a very happy surprise.

Warnings: FLUFFY, tiny bit angst.

After the war, you and Eugene went to different states and officially were in a long distance relationship. You missed him a lot and he was hoping that one day he could see you again. You guys have called sometimes but not a lot because he was busy. You were pretty sad that he wasn't there and he was missing you like hell. It wasn't enough to just hear your voice and see your face through a little screen. He wanted to see you to the fullest. And the worst part? How was he gonna be there for your birthday?! It was just around the corner! He had to think of something soon!

Meanwhile, you are with your friends outside, you all are chatting and just hanging out, having a good time. When suddenly you get a notification from Eugene. It said, "Cher, you forgot to call me yesterday." Your eyes widened and then you realized you indeed didn't call him yesterday. Which was really bad because he was probably missing you a lot and was craving to see you. You felt is guilty and told your friends that you had to go home. As soon as you got home, you immediately called him. Hoping he'd pick up the phone. And fortunately, he did. You kept apologizing and telling him that you completely forgot, he just chuckled and said it was okay. But he didn't want to only see you for the call. He asked, "What do you think would be a good birthday gift? It's almost your birthday, might as well ask ya what ya want." You thought for a little and you told him what you wanted. Flowers, your favorite chocolates, maybe even a little stuffed bear, all that jazz. You didn't really ask for a lot. But then you said, "But the best gift would be having you here.." He looked down, he knew that it probably wasn't possible... Wait.. But it's probably, not 100% impossible... He nodded and said. "We both know it's probably not possible, mon amour. But, I'll see what I can do with the other gifts, alright?" You nodded. You knew it wasn't really possible, but you hoped. You wondered when would be the next time you'd see him..

Tomorrow is your birthday. You're very excited! But also kinda sad that some of your friends and family members weren't gonna be there to celebrate it with you, and Eugene wouldn't be there too.. It was definitely gonna be a boring and sad birthday. But you kept thinking positively. You were more just on your phone today and maybe reading a book at times, then you got a call from Eugene. You picked up. "Hey cher, just letting you know, the presents will be sent in a box and delivered to you. I'm sorry I can't make it, mon amour. Next year. I love you." You frowned a little, you really wished he would be here for your birthday, oh well. There's always next year. The rest of the day, you just relaxed and talked with some of your friends. Some of them would come to your birthday and a couple of your family members too would come, you were planning the time when they would come to your place, and more. At least you could see them.

The day of your birthday was here! You got dressed and you agreed with the people who would come, would come at 3.00PM. You were patiently waiting for your friends and family members to arrive. Once everyone did, your mom brought you the cake and some other relatives came with the presents, and soon enough your friends came. When you were chatting with your friends and family, your mom started to talk. "Hey, there's a really big gift that's going to arrive soon, but it's a surprise! So one of your friends can cover your eyes until the gift comes!" You tilted your head, a big gift? Why would you need to have your eyes covered if it's wrapped, right? Well, maybe it was different. A couple minutes later, your friend covers your eyes with her hands and puts you to sit down on the couch. You heard some giggling in the background and the outside door opening, maybe the gift was being transported inside? Then you felt arms around your neck, but hands still covering your eyes. Suddenly, you heard a soft and gentle southern accent, "Guess who?" Your friend removed her hands off your eyes and you turned around. Eugene behind you, with a smile. "Bonjour, mon amour." You felt the need to cry, luckily you didn't. You hugged him tight and you felt so happy to see him. "Eugene! But.. How did you get here?" You asked with a soft voice. "I never said it was impossible to come here." You smiled and kissed him gently, he returned the kiss back. The rest of the day you celebrated your birthday with the ones you cared, sadly, the day came to an end and you said your goodbyes to your family and your friends. You were left alone with Eugene. You turned around to look at him, he looked.. Sad and guilty. "I got some bad news for ya, darlin'.." You tilted your head and wondered what he was talking about. "I... Gotta go back to Louisiana.. I have to stay there.." Your eyes widened and tears welled in your eyes. He immediately pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry love.. I know.. It's hard." You started to cry in his arms, him coming back to you just for a day?! What is this?! "But, you can't.. You landed hours ago.. You can't!" You protested, you were irritated at the fact he had to go. "I'll see you again baby, I promise." You shaked your head, this wasn't acceptable in your head. "Why can't you stay just for a couple more days..?" He shaked his head. "I can't, I got work too, you know that." Eventually, you gave up. There was no point in arguing back. You looked up at him. "I love you.. Don't forget about me." He looked down at you and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead. "Only a dumbass would forget a woman like you." You smiled. "Safe travels.. Text me as soon as you land or I'll strangle you from here.." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah? Well next time, don't forget to call me. Otherwise I'll strangle you from there." You both laughed a little. Saying your goodbyes, he left. It was gonna be a while till you'll see him again.

#eugene roe x reader #eugene roe #My dear #pt. 2 #bob

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etherealyoungk · 2 years ago

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a confession "will you be my valentine" w/ gyu

valentines day event | thank you for sending something in

mingyu's been crushing on your for a while now and with valentines day around the corner, he decides that it's the perfect time to finally confess his feelings to you. he'd spend the entire night googling cute things to do on valentines day, writings them all down messily on the piece of paper.

on valentines day, he'd dress his best, picking out a dashing outfit and styling his hair, wanting to look good for you. he'd text you a place to meet at him and on the way there he grips the steering wheel as he drives, the nerves eating away at him. he'd be having an internal war with himself because what if you don't like it? what if you said no? poor boy was overthinking but he'd once he saw you sitting outside at the café, all his thoughts melt away and the only thing on his mind is you.

he checks out his appearance one last time before grabbing the small boquet of flowers from the backseat of the car, when suddently he decides to maybe not give them to you now. he was getting really nervous all of a sudden.

"y/n!", mingyu says, catching you attention and the smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat. "hi!", you say, happy to see him. you were honestly in awe because of how good mingyu looked today and you had to admit, it made your heart beat a little faster.

he sits down opposite you and you guys order a few things to share and eat, making conversation. mingyu's mind keeps going back to the bouquet of flowers in his car. he wanted to give them to you but every time he wanted to say something, the nerves got to him. you'd think mingyu would be a confident man but in reality, he was a clumsy mess around you, which was so cutely contrasting to his boldness, height and physique.

mingyu tells you that he'll drop you home and when you sit in his car, you can't help but smell the sweet scent of the flowers. you look back and see the bouquet. you look back ahead and mingyu doesn't notice that you've seen the flowers. he drives and doesn't mention it, making you a bit disappointed. you really thought he'd ask you to be his valentine. so when he drops you in front of your house, you can't help but peek a look at those flowers once again, looking at mingyu again.

"are those flowers for someone special?", you finally ask, looking at him. he looks shocked of a second before gulping and trying to say something. his words come out in a fumble as he goes to retrieve the flowers.

he clears his throat before speaking. "you saw them?", he asks. "duh, the smell was intoxicating in the car", you reply. you watch as he looks at you. "they're pretty though, where'd you get them from? i wanna get some flowers for my friend-", "will you be valentine", mingyu says. you look at him. "shit that's not how it was supposed to go", mingyu mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, nervous.

"i-y/n i really like you and i have for a while now. so i was wondering if you'd want to be my valentine", mingyu asks, holding out the flowers in your direction.

you look at mingyu and smile. "thought you'd never ask", you say, taking the flowers and mingyu is a confused baby but also happy. "you knew?", he asks. "yeah...i mean you make it pretty obvious when you're around me", you tell softly, making him get a bit shy.

"so you'll be my valentine?", he asks, looking at you eagerly. "i'd love to".

"im sorry...i should have asked you before i took you out for lunch today", he tells, feeling bad. "that's okay. wanna go to the flea market at the city center tonight?", he asks.

"is that a date?", he asks eagerly and you nod your head. mingyu is so so happy, joy radiating off his face.

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shotgunbunny · 2 years ago

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Haii sorry if this is an odd request but could you write a angst fic w/ Lloyd where he visits the readers grave and recalls all their fun memories 🥺 sorry it's a bit cheesy I just want wanna be hurt so bad

༻𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩༺

I just finished reading All the bright places so I'm in a super angsty mood😌

(Warnings!! Angst!! Dead reader!! Unhinged Lloyd!! Sadness!! Fluffy memories!! Implied smut.)

Everyone always wanted to know how Lloyd Hansen became the sick and twisted individual he was today. No one could track down the moment. No one could link anything traumatic to him.

Lloyd made sure of that, he became hellbent on hiding who he was after you left. He wouldn't let you be his weakness ever again. He had failed once and he'd never fail again, so he painfully burned every document of your existence yet, he couldn't burn you out of his mind.

He had keyed the exact moment he had left his sanity behind and it was with you. Every part of his humanity was left behind with you. And now he was unstoppable. He was unhinged and a monster.

Every time Lloyd passes by a flower shop he's transported to your first meeting. To the very second he fell in love with you. That's why he avoided them, yet he never damaged them. He respected flower shops, almost as if he could hear you chastising him for being so rude to a place filled with life.

It was a shit day. It was a really shit day. It was raining and Lloyd had crashed his car. Only 3 weeks after he had finished Harvard and what does he do? Goes and crashes his goddamn car. Well by his car he means his mums, so he has to find a way to apologize.

He passed by bakeries and Gucci stores yet it didn't appeal to him as an apology. And then as he was walking he saw a glimpse of a yellow dress dash inside a store. He stared and walked slowly towards the store. He noted it was a flower store. The plants were outside getting soaked, something he assumed would be good.

Yet he watched as the girl in the yellow dress ran out and collect another two pots and run back in. He smirked watching her to and fro. He walked over, getting soaked. The door opened and out stepped you. "Do you want some help here sunflower?" You looked up at the man, noting his strange moustache but finding it endearing somehow.

"Yes please bluebell!" And before he could even question the nickname you rushed inside with another two potted plants. He smiled, and picked up as many as his arms would let him. You opened the door and let him in. You headed out and noted there was only one plant left. You snatched it and headed into the dry store.

You placed it on the counter and turned, jumping out your skin at seeing the man looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. You stared into his eyes, noting how blue and beautiful they were. "Bluebell? Where did that nickname come from sunflower?" You giggled. "Your eyes are blue and your top is blue." He smiled at you.

He was dressed in a long sleeved blue top with black pants. He made it look so amazing, almost like he was a model. You stared at each other and you turned away, tending to the plants from outside. "Hey sunflower, you don't have any flowers that say 'I'm sorry mum.' do you?" You turned and gave him the harshest glare you could.

He held his hands up in defeat and your look, "What did I do wrong sunflower?" You bravely poked his chest, "Yeah what did you do wrong bluebell? Why do you have to apologize to your mum? Were you mean?" He looked down sheepishly and rubbed his wrist, "I kind of crashed her car." You stared at him with wide eyes. "You're gonna need alot more than an apology mister."

He smiled down at you offer his hand to shake, "Call me Lloyd I think I'll be visiting this flower shop often." You took his hand and he pulled it to his lips placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You uttered your name to him, finding a heavenly symphony drifting into your ears when he said your name.

You were working hard, it had been months now and you and Lloyd had been dating for four months. He spoiled you rotten yet despite his whining you refused to quit your job.

Which is where you were right now. However you couldn't tell what was wrong with this Orchid. Suddenly two big hands covered your face and blocked your eye site and a smooth deep voice echoed behind you. "Guess who Sunflower?" You giggled, "Hmmm is it Suzanne?" He took his hands away and gasped.

You giggled and turned to look at him, he stared at you a smile joining his lips at the sound of your giggle. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and then turned back to look at the flower. Lloyd placed his big hands on your hips and pulled you into him. He placed his chin on top of your head. "What's wrong sunflower?" You stared and muttered, "I'm not sure bluebell."

You took it into the back and saw someone had over watered it. You sighed and began putting it into different soil and then remembered Lloyd was with you. You smiled, "Fun fact bluebell, did you know that orchids don't need soil because they get all their nutrition from the air?" He stared at you so inlove. "I didn't. But if they don't need soil why are you putting it in soil?"

You smiled, "Because then it will be comfier and will have extra nutrition." Lloyd breathed out of his nose just staring at you, "You're lovely sunflower. Absolutely lovely."

You turned and pressed a kiss to his lips, he kissed back instantly embracing this moment and how fast his heart beat inside his chest.

It was your year and a half anniversary, and Lloyd had left bluebell flowers on your doorstep with a note telling you to dress nice and be ready by 7. You were so giddy. You put on your beautiful pale yellow flowing dress that Lloyd got you on your year anniversary so that he could remember that yellow dress you wore when you first met.

You smiled, truly adoring it, feeling prettier than the flower he often called you. You were nervous yet excited beyond reason. He always went all out for anniversaries. So when 7 o'clock rolled up, as did Lloyd in his sleek car. You took steps down to him, a smile on your face matched perfectly with your blush.

"My sunflower you truly leave me speechless sometimes." You giggled and when you reached him you kissed him, ofcourse he had to bend but he would always welcome your kisses. When your lips met his, he was home. He felt safe and loved. He pulled away and looked down at you.

"Come on, let's go." You took his hand as he led you to the passenger side. You sat and as you began driving to his car, you could tell he was nervous from how tense his biceps were. You reached out and placed your hands on him, trying to relax him, he flashed you his signature smile. And before you could blink you were at his house.

You adored his house, you even started bringing flowers to brighten up the living space. You always giggled at the fact he kept a bouquet of sunflowers in every room. He always kept you close, so that he could wake up to you in some form.

You got out, and headed along the driveway that was scattered in fake rose petals. You turned to him, "You take my breath away everytime bluebell." He looked down and then back up a real smile adorning his lips. "I suppose that means I'll have to give you mine." He stepped forward and latched your lips together before blowing and literally giving you his breath.

You laughed, and headed into his home. And instantly gasped. Hanging from a thread was a key and a note that read 'Live in my greenhouse, sunflower. Move in with me.' you laughed and turned and hugged him. "Ofcourse I'll move in with you!" He couldn't help but laugh with you. That night was sealed with your bodies joining each other. Wrapping your soul around each other and embracing the love you held for eachother.

And ofcourse the happiest day of Lloyds life. Your wedding. The way you smiled only at him. How your eyes locked together all the way down the aisle. You were truly infatuated with eachother. And nothing could have stopped Lloyds from marrying you that day.

Everything was perfect, that's what the general consensus was. But all that mattered to him was you. You were perfect. You peppered him in kisses the entire time.

And your first dance was so magical. Lloyd still has every step you both took engrained in his mind. How he held your so delicately against him. How you looked like a goddess in his arms. Your eyes burning with love and pure happiness all while you swayed to the long.

He could have drowned in your presence and all he would ask for is if you would hold him under your waters. He felt so peaceful, so fulfilled. You were Mrs. Hansen. The only right thing he ever did in his entire life.

He bought flower shops everywhere and named them after you so that your first meeting was everywhere. So that your love was sold in every store. So that yours and his story lingered on every petal bought by young lovers and old soulmates. He would make sure that your brilliance shined throughout the world through colours and smells of magnificence. Yes he was truly happy that day.

Lloyd wiped his tears. He had heard many fairy tales of how he turned into a monster. But none knew he died the second you did. There was no happiness left for him. And it broke him that so many flower stores held your name.

Like you were lingering beyond the grave telling him you wouldn't be dead if he didn't walk into that flower shop. He can't look at sunflowers without his bones aching for your soft whisper to call him bluebell.

He can't do anything but kill and forget all about you, even if it killed him. But for now, he could keep this secret. See he made sure you were burried in the Netherlands purely because of how many flowers were there.

Your tomb didn't have your name, it was merely engraved as "sunflower, the love of bluebells life." He visited every year on your wedding anniversary. He left a single sunflower and bluebell. Just so that you two could be together in flower form.

He always stays there for hours thinking about how much he loves you even though you aren't present. He has so much love he just can't let it go. Not when you existed. And despite how much Lloyd hates flower shops now, he never changed the name.

Hoping that in some other universe they remain the same, and you both met there. He lets his head fill with fantasies of different worlds in flower shops, and always you.

His one true weakness, and it destroyed him. He couldn't help but become a monster after, with no softness to hold him and comfort his skin he saw no reason to slaughter those that stood in his way.

Lloyd let out a sigh, placing a gentle kiss on your tombstone. He stood up, but now he had a slouch. Only truly fulfilled men had the right to stand at full height, and he never got his forever with you, or the family.

No instead he got a phone call dragging him out of his silent grieving, "What?" The line went silent before he heard Carmichael give him a request to hunt someone down for a drive. He hung up and with one last glance at your resting area and a tight lipped smile, he headed to his mission.

He was unknowningly about to meet you in a flower store in another universe soon. And that was the tragic tale of the Hansens.

#lloyd hansen x plus size reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x innocent!reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen angst #lloyd hansen fluff

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toomuchracket · 2 years ago

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matty buying you a sexy birthday outfit and then ripping it off of you 🤭

oh my god... this is so fun. buckle up babies, it's a long one

ok so i fully believe matty's the type of boyf to ask you like 5 million times if he can pick out an outfit for you, very like "i love you and i love when you take my outfit recommendations so much but i don't wanna do a kanye and take full creative control, cos your autonomy is so important and besides i always think you look beautiful no matter what you wear" - you're like "matty i've said yes to you picking my outfit for my birthday night out eight times already. i don't even know what i'd pick anyway i've never been to this bar you're taking me to lol" (in my head it's either here, the library bar at soho house's electric house in london, or here at swans bar in maison assouline also in london). and so i think on your birthday you'd wake up to not only breakfast in bed and some flowers and gifts, but to some massive luxury shopping bags perched on the end of your bed beside your extremely excited fiancé (this gives fiancé vibes!), who you take a couple of minutes to berate for spending so much money on you before kissing him and thanking him (because you're lowkey hyped about it lmao). and matty's sensible enough to buy you things you'll be able and willing to wear more than once, so i think he'd probably buy you a cute little black dress (i like this ysl one) and heels (inspo), as well as a handbag and obv some new lingerie. you knew about the latter, because he made you bookmark everything you liked from agent provocateur and send him the links, but you were like "you can pick which set, you're the one who's going to be looking at it and taking it off after all" (which made matty short-circuit lmao) - he's opted for the one you secretly liked best, anyway, so it's all good. but yeah, matty's done well with the outfit choice, mostly due to the fact that he's picked things he knows you'll feel good wearing, which he thinks is the sexiest thing, and he gets all blushy when you give him lots of little kisses and tell him he's done well (praise kink simp that he is).

and you feel SO good about how you look when you go for drinks that night. you spend a fair bit of time on your hair and makeup and getting ready and accessorising, just listening to some good music and generally vibing, and you steal one of matty's leather blazers from his wardrobe when he leaves the room - when he comes back in and sees you ready (without the jacket), he loses all coherent thought and the ability to speak for a little bit, just staring open-mouthed at how incredible you look. and you're smirking like "yeah i think i look alright", and matty's spluttering like "alright? ALRIGHT? you're the fucking pinnacle of beauty, darlin'. 'i look alright?' next clothing item i buy you'll be a pair of glasses. christ", and you giggle and blush and matty comes up behind you to look in the mirror and he's like "seriously, you're gorgeous. far too hot for me. look". and you're like "ok now YOU'RE being blind. you look so handsome in that shirt. and look how good we look together (incredible btw hottest couple alive)! we need to take pictures". and matty's like "oh absolutely" and then he takes like 85849 pics of you both looking sexy as hell (some a little bit risqué, because he's him lol) and another 5838558 pics of you alone (he makes one of you smiling cutely at him his lockscreen) before his phone vibrates to tell him the uber's outside - you quickly grab his jacket and slide it on like "ready!", and matty just closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like "you're trying to kill me, woman. i am going to turn into a puddle of goo because of how much i fancy you", and you're like "ok but could you wait until AFTER we've gone for drinks to do that please lol" and matty's like "whatever the birthday girl wants" and you leave the house (after you've kissed mayhem on the head and told him you loved him lol).

drinks are SO FUN - the bar is incredibly beautiful, the atmosphere is great, and the cocktails are GOOD. you and matty have so much fun picking out drinks for each other and trying them, as well as just chatting shit and kissing at your secluded little corner table. and he just cannot get over how good you look!! he's constantly touching your hand or your leg or putting an arm over your shoulder, almost as if you're some perfect figment of his imagination that'll slip away from him if he lets go at all - between that and the kisses and the drinks and just the incredible way matty looks and smells, though, you get pretty turned on after a couple of hours. and you kiss him slowly and you're like "i really do like this outfit on", and matty's like "fuck, so do i, sweetheart", and you lean in to whisper in his ear like "however, i would also quite like you to take it off, preferably soon". and matty's eyes darken a little bit and he kisses you slightly more roughly, before he says "again, whatever the birthday girl wants. finish your drink, let me settle this bar tab, and then i'll take you home and take that dress off you, darlin'. ok?", and you're like FUCK ok, downing your cocktail and booking an uber for the two of you. and it's a fairly quick drive home, thank god, you kissing matty's neck as he tries to be polite and chat to the driver, before you're hustled out of the car and into the house.

as turned on as you both are, i'm convinced it's a somewhat romantic evening - matty scoops you up bridal-style ("i'm getting my practice in") and carries you to the bedroom. and i think he goes down on you before he's even gotten you out of your dress - sets you down on the edge of the vanity and crouches down to take your shoes off, then thinks "fuck it, i'm down here anyway" before shoving your panties to the side and eating you like you're his last meal, until you're almost crying from the overstimulation of two consecutive orgasms and pulling him up by his shirt collar and undoing the buttons. while you do that, matty's got his hands on your back, pulling the zip of the dress down and coaxing you to step out of it, just as you simultaneously undo his belt and push his trousers down. when you're both in just your underwear, matty steps back to sit on the edge of the bed, looking at you with an interesting mix of lust and total adoration like "you're stunning. i can't believe you're mine" - you giggle and straddle his lap, kissing him before you cheekily say "of course i am; if this is how well you treat me on my birthday BEFORE we're married, i'm so excited to see what you do next year when i'm your literal wife". and that does it for matty - he groans and kisses you passionately, hands going straight to the clasp of your bra and undoing it, before shimmying the garment off you and kissing all over your boobs for a minute then going back to making out with you. he pulls away after a second to be like "i love you. i'm so excited to marry you, and to treat you even better on your birthday next year than i did today. have you had fun, though, sweetheart?", and you're like "i love you too, and i've had the best day ever. you know what would make it better, though?" and matty's like "tell me" - you grind down onto his lap and whisper "if my extremely sexy fiancé fucked me like i've wanted him to for hours". and matty grins and says "don't need to tell me twice", before flipping you both over and fucking you hard and deep and passionately until you're both euphoric and exhausted - after that (and a quick bathroom break and a cup of tea), you snuggle up in his arms and go to sleep, dreaming of the amazing day you had and the amazing wedding you'll have soon <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #mads' bday bash

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the-fiction-witch · 28 days ago

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Angel

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Ser Loras Tyrell Couple - Loras X Reader Reader - Anastasia Rating - 18 + torture / hard ons/ Stockholm syndrome a lil bit/ bjs Word Count - 3214

Writers notes - Loras (in the cannon of the show at least the book is a little more ehh on the topic) is gay, he does still walk with ladies, court, gives out flowers and smiles and even accepts betrothals 'unhappily' but you know he doesn't like kick up too much about it other than the obvious reasons. So for plot's sake here we're gonna make him Biseuxal or at very least just kinda Stockholmed a little due to the plot and situation. Hope that helps!

Loras had been locked in the cells below the sept of Baelor for months now. Members of the faith militant would come down daily to attempt to make him confess and when he didn't he'd be beaten. Every three days he'd be given a single cup of water and once a week he was given cold watery leak soup the bare minimum to keep him breathing, even if he was deathly pale and skinny, his bruises from weeks ago had yet to heal. Loras was almost convinced he would die in this cell without every seeing his family or the outside world again.

He heard footsteps down the stone halls and he shivered with fear backing himself into a corner terrified of who could be down here to torment him once more. But as usual the cell door opened but he didn't see one of the faith millitant, he saw a septa girl. In the usual heavy bulky robes that covered all but her hands and face, she walked in and shut the door behind her,

"Ser Loras?" She whispered,

Loras looked up in surprise. "Y-yes" he whispered

The septa knelt down next to him and he found himself staring at her likely because she was the first girl he’d seen since his arrest. She slowly pulled back her thick dress slightly revealing she has snuck in food. Warm tea, a flask of honey mead, a slab of bacon, a loaf of bread and some apples.

Loras’ eyes lit up, he could smell the heavenly aroma as she placed the feast before him. The food nearly brought tears to his eyes, he was hesitant fearing some sort of trick that if he took it that meant he was greedy and sinful and thus he’d be beaten even worse but he was so hungry he couldn’t help himself, "How...how did you get this?" He whispered, gently reaching for one of the apples,

"The town market. Eat." She whispered,

Loras picked up the apple and nearly wept at its softness. His stomach had been so vacant for so long but he took a small bite, almost as if scared that he was dreaming and these beautiful septa were merely a cruel illusion to torture him but here he thought she was some angel sent to save him. The apple was sweet and he wolfed the first down greedily. He then picked up the slice of bacon taking a large bite of the sweetness of the cured meat making a tear roll down his cheek,

"Make sure to hide it. I don't know what they will do to you if they find it." She whispered,

after several moments of gorging himself and nearly finishing the flask of mead, Loras nodded and hid the rest of the feast behind a loose rock on the wall.

"I will bring more tomorrow. In the mean time try and rest. I promise I'll be back for you," she cooed softly kissing his temple before she fixed her clothes, left his cell and disappeared into the darkness.

Loras sat there, staring at the spot where she'd disappeared for a long while, as if waiting to make sure she was gone. He then reached his hand up and touched the spot where she had kissed him. A lump formed in his throat, overwhelmed by her kindness and the promise of her returning soon.

Days passed, and Loras would find his mind wandering back to that beautiful Septa who had snuck him food, and comforted him. He would spend hours imagining what she might bring him hidden below her robes, his mind then began to wonder what she looked like beneath the heavy robe she wore, and then chastised himself for thinking such lustful thoughts when he was wasting away in a cell but he knew it was only his vacant mind trying to fill itself with anything he could think of.

In the dark of night, he found his cell open once more and she returned to him, Loras almost fell to his knees when she appeared in the doorway. He was beginning to worry if she'd actually return, and now here she was again. He got to his feet and stood before her.

She rushed inside shutting the door and smiling, "Are you alright?" She cooed worrying over a new cut he had been given in the time between her visits,

"I'm fine" he reassured her. He wanted to reach out and touch her. He had to force himself not to and instead sat back down on the cold ground

"you poor thing" she cooed, she ripped some fabric from her dress and cleaned his cut once it was clean and softly kissed just below it,

Loras tried not to shiver as she tended to his cut. Her hands were so soft and delicate. When she kissed him gently below the cut he exhaled sharply. He ached to pull her into him. To feel her soft body against his. He looked up at her with a burning in his eyes, "Please…What is your name?" He asked quietly

"Anastasia." She smiled, "here I brought as much as I could" she explained unpacking all the food she snuck in, this time she'd managed bacon, apples, bread, smoked fish, oranges, cheese and a large bottle of mead,

Loras had never wanted to kiss someone so badly. Her name alone, which was beautiful, only made her more alluring to him. He watched as she unpacked the feast she'd brought him and his mouth watered as she kept pulling out more food, "What are you risking by helping me like this?" he asked quietly

"do not worry over me." she smiled.

Loras felt his eyes drawn to her beautiful smile. She was like an angel sent to deliver him in his darkest hour. How had a lowly septa, who he had never even seen before, somehow become his salvation? "You're not just a septa. Are you?" he asked, gently. His sharp eyes studying her face in the soft candlelight

"I am not." She admitted, "but that's our little secret," she whispered,

Loras chuckled softly. She was a mystery and he liked it even more. He shifted on the floor and reached out to her, gently grabbing her hand. He looked up into her beautiful eyes "And what happens," he asked, his voice lowering "if someone finds out our little secret?"

"They'll execute me. Likely trial you and either execute you or force you though a walk of shame and send you to the wall."

Loras felt a shudder go down his spine. She was risking her life for his. For a knight she had never met. He swallowed hard, his fingers wrapping gently around her hand that he still held on his own. "Why are you doing this for me?" he asked quietly, gently squeezing her hand

"my reasons are... Complicated. But I promise you they are true. Have faith I will return I promise," she smiled resting her hands on his cheeks. She tried to move away at first but she kissed his lips in a tender and beautiful kiss before she pulled back and once more disappeared into the night,

Loras' body reacted even before she'd moved away from him. He grabbed her wrists to keep her from leaving. Suddenly, he needed to feel her against him. He pulled her roughly to him, into his lap. "I need-" he started to say, before giving in to the lust burning in his mind. He crashed his lips into hers in a kiss, desperate to taste the sweetness of her mouth His arms held her in place as he kissed her deeply. He'd been without human touch for so long he practically devoured her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Loras was already growing hard beneath his pants merely from the human contact and he had to force himself to pull back from the kiss, "Don't leave." he muttered, resting his forehead against hers

"I do not want to but I must... I promise I'll be back soon"

Loras tightened his arms around her waist, holding her to him. He had never been so drawn to a woman before and he'd be damned if he was going to let her, his salvation, go so soon. Loras buried his face in her neck, leaving a line of kisses down the slope of her throat "You promise you'll return?" he asked, his lips brushing against her skin,

"I promise" she cooed kissing his softly "anything you want me to bring you I'll do my best?"

Lorash thought for a moment. He wanted so much from her. Her touch, her kisses, her body. But the first thing that came to his mind was a luxury he'd had at home and was desperate for now, "A bath" he muttered against her neck, leaving another kiss just below her ear

she giggled "I'm not sure I can smuggle a bath under my dress"

He chuckled softly in response, his lips still nuzzling and kissing the skin of her neck. Loras wrapped his hands around her and moved them behind her back. The feel of her soft body against him was so delicious, he felt like he was about to explode "You could bring me you, instead" he whispered, letting his lips ghost against her ear

"of course I will" she smiled

He held her to him, wanting to just bask in the feel of her body. His mind kept drifting to what she would look like beneath all that fabric and to how her skin would feel. Loras inhaled the scent of her, his nose buried in her clothes, "How I wish I could take you right here in this cell" he whispered, his voice heavy with lust

"soon I promise" she cooed kissing him once more before she had to leave rushing away down the hall

Loras let out a soft whimper of disappointment as she pulled away from him. He hadn't felt this much need for a woman ever in his life, he’d only ever put on a smile of a front for women and found his pleasure in the men of court but this woman, his angel. She'd left him hard and aching for her body to be against his again. Loras exhaled, frustrated, and sat in the quiet of the cell. He began to count the days till she returned.

The days went by slowly, and Loras found his mind wandering back to the Septa all too often. He couldn't shake the memory of her body in his lap, the feeling of her lips against his, the taste of her neck against his lips. With nothing left to do, he would lie on the cold floor and imagine what he would do to her the next time she came to him,

One night the door opened again and Anastasia snuck herself inside,

Loras had been staring at the door, his heart racing. He was growing desperate. The days had felt endless since he'd last had her in his arms. He got to his feet, and in a couple of steps had closed the small distance between them and grabbed her around the waist "By the gods, I've missed you" he whispered, his fingers digging into her hips

"as have I." She smiled, she unpacked some food and drinks for him a small but well balanced feast

He was almost tempted to forget the food and just push her down on the floor, to take her then and there. But he was starving and the feast looked delicious. He grabbed a slice of the hot meat pie and groaned in pleasure. "You have no idea what I would do to you if we weren't stuck in this cell" he muttered as he chewed

"I'm well aware." She nodded "hopefully you shouldn't be for much longer... I'm working on a plan hopefully I should be able to get you out of here."

Loras perked up at her words. He put the meat pie down and stepped in front of her. He reached for her hands, lacing his fingers with hers. With a pleading look in his eyes, he held her hands in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her knuckles "You can get me out of here? How?"

"The high sparrow is arranging the queen regents walk of shame. All the faith millitant will be out in the streets and the city will be packed with people. We should be able to sneak out"

Loras was suddenly filled with a mixture of relief and hope. He held her hands tighter, not wanting to let her go, for fear she would disappear "Where will we go?" he asked, his mind already racing with ideas of escape, of finally being able to hold her the way he wanted to

"I plan to hire a cabin on a ship taking passage to pentos. I wish I could take you to highgarden but the faith and high sparrow have their claws all over westeros."

Loras found himself grinning at the idea. Freedom. No more cold cells, no more beatings. He could go wherever he wanted and with a beautiful woman by his side. He pulled her close to him, his arms circling her waist. His hands caressed the curve of her hips before resting on the small of her back "When can we leave?"

"soon I promise" she cooed "I know it's hard but you must be patient"

He knew she was right, and that they would have to be smart about this. Loras swallowed his impatience and focused on her eyes, and on her soft body pressed up against his. He sighed, knowing he needed to wait a while longer "It's going to be hard to wait" he muttered, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips,

she softly Giggled and smiled pulling him into a kiss,

Loras melted at the feeling of her lips on his again. He'd been desperate since the last time they kissed. His fingers gripped at her hips, pulling her harder into him. He nipped at her bottom lip as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing into her mouth

His hands moved down to her backside and he gripped at it, wanting to press her closer against him. He'd been aching for her body to be pressed against his own since she'd been gone. Loras pressed his tongue deeper into her mouth, letting out a low growl. He'd been thinking of this every night and now here she was, in his arms again

she gently pulls back and peppered kisses down his neck "I know it must be torture for you to wait... But, I can atleast help to... Tied you over" she whispered before she moved to kneel on the dirty cell floor and pepper kisses on his stomach

His spine tingled as she moved down his neck and the sound of her voice sent a shiver over his body. He tilted his head back, giving her better access to his skin, and inhaled a deep breath when her lips moved to his stomach "Gods, yes. Anything. I need you so badly"

she was gentle and careful knowing he'd be bruised and cut from his beatings but she made sure to be slow and careful as she unlaced his britches

Loras looked down to meet her eyes. She was so careful and attentive to all the small injuries he had on his body. He knew she was being caring and sweet, as she always was, but he couldn't help but ache for her to be rough with him. He held the breath in his chest "I need you, please" he panted breathlessly

she Nodded and moved closer starting her work

Loras had to put his hands on the wall behind him to hold himself up. Every time her lips met his skin, it sent a shiver down his spine. He groaned and gasped and panted. His mind couldn't focus Her hands were so soft and gentle on his body as she worked, and his body and mind almost couldn't take it

She worked gently and sweetly her hands and mouth in an intricate dance to make sure he was happy. She was taking her time, with sweet kisses and gentle moans and caresses that made him want to scream with need. His hands tangled in her hair, his back pressed against the wall, holding him up. His mind was completely overwhelmed with her. Everything she did made his body ache for more

He was struggling to hold in the words that were desperate to escape his lips. He needed her, his body desperately aching for more. Loras managed to speak in a trembling voice "More, please, I need more" he begged, his fingers gripping her hair in his hands

she Nodded and became even more attentive,

The added attention was quickly driving him crazy. Loras bit hard into his bottom lip to try and stop himself from making too much noise. He was panting and gasping, desperate for her to go harder. He dug his fingers into her hair and let out a deep exhale, a sharp shiver running down his spine. Loras threw his head back against the wall. She was making him so close, so fast. Every inch of his body was aching for her. He held onto her hair, and in a gasping whisper, he managed to say her name "Anastasia I'm... I'm" he panted He fought to keep his eyes open, his vision hazy from need. Loras was about to tip over the end, his body desperately seeking release.

she continues without even a moment of hesitation Egar to help him feel satisfied after so long

With a half choking gasp, Loras' release washed over him. He shuddered as the pleasure rushed through him. It was as if a dam had broken, all his tension finally being released over her. Loras slumped down,

she slowed and made sure he was alright cleaning up and helping him to lay on the stone bed "there now you rest I'll be back soon I promise"

Loras was panting and shaking, his body and mind still buzzing with pleasure. He was barely able to look her in the eyes as she helped him settle down on the cold stone. Through the hazy bliss of his release, he was still desperate to have her body against his and he reached for her with shaking hands "Stay. Please"

"I wish I could, but it won't be long I promise"

Loras knew she was right, as much as he didn't like it. He reluctantly let go of her, his hands falling back down to his side. He was completely spent, and he just wanted to hold her in his arms as he fell asleep, but he had to wait a little longer. He exhaled, letting his body relax as much as it could against the hard floor.

She kissed his cheek and then once more disappeared into the night leaving him like a desperate puppy awaiting her return.

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ironmanfridgemagnet · 2 years ago

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PLEASE GIVE ME SOME SWEET MARCUS SMUT. I’m about to start writing my own content because there is not enough 🥲🥲

Y'all, I wrote this LAST MAY as a part 2 to a request (that my fave Lola sent in love you bae) that I never posted cause I was worried it would be the worst thing ever written. It's not half bad, I think.

Gonna Tag the SOTS taglist in this cause I think some of you guys would like that.... might even include some in the upcoming parts of SOTS I have planned.... I can weasel it in I'm sure....

Please give me some honest feedback cause I have no clue if this is actually good or if May me was delusional. Anyways.....

Sweetness: SMUT PURE SMUT apart from the cute date vibe at the beginning. I hope you enjoy!!

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Brushing the fallen strands of hair out of your eyes, you looked yourself up and down in the mirror once more, making sure you looked good for your date with Marcus tonight. Though you didn't particularly mind what the outcome of your time tonight was, you still wanted to impress the man who had asked you out.

Smiling at your reflection, you smoothed out the fabric of your dress, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and picking up your phone which then buzzed in your hand.

Marcus <3 | I'm outside! Can't wait to see you ;)

A blush covered your cheeks, taking a second to breathe, you slipped your phone into your bag before quickly walking out of the front door. Marcus was leant against the side of his car, a single pink carnation held loosely between his fingers, which he rolled back and forth between his forefinger and his thumb. Looking up from where he had been staring intently at the floor his eyes met yours, his mouth dropping open slightly as he took in the sight before him.

"You look beautiful." Marcus complimented, though his words came only barely above a whisper due to the awe he was captured in. He suddenly scrambled to stand up straight, taking a step closer to you and offering you the flower he had brought with him, before running around to the other side of his car and opening the door for you. "M'lady."

You let out a quiet laugh, a hand coming up to cover the smile that was covering your face at his very serious use of the formality. Holding the flower delicately, as though not to damage it, you walked around the side of his car, placing a gentle hand against his chest as you now stood right in front of him. "Thank you my lord."

Climbing into Marcus's car, you watched as he ran around to the drivers side, hopping inside quickly, his excitement making him appear as though he was visibly vibrating inside the vehicle. With a final glance shared, you noticed Marcus had forgotten to plug in his seatbelt, so you leant across him, grabbing it and gently placing inside the socket.

"There you go, nice and safe." You sheepishly smiled at him briefly, shifting back into you seat and looking out of the window, excited for what the night ahead of you may hold, especially when Marcus had already been so sweet to you and the night had barely begun.

However, at the lack of movement, you turned back to look at Marcus, who was looking down at his lap, a bright red flush covering his face. Twisting to face him better, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his that rested on the gear stick, unmoving and holding it tightly in his grasp.

"Marcus? Everything, um, is everything okay?" Marcus remained silent, his face still flushed pink as you spoke to him - him bewildered at how kind, caring, sweet and innocent you could be after what you had just done to him.

Marcus already thought you were beautiful, and he'd expressed that to you plenty of times before, however, seeing you leaning across him to do something as naively sweet as putting in his seatbelt for him had him thinking of you in another light. Or position, rather. Craning his head to look at you, he met your eyes, full of concern for the man before you and unknowing yet of what you'd done to him.

"When you, uh, when - you know." Marcus stumbled over his words, finding it hard to phrase what had happened and why he hadn't set off you - wanting to ' calm down,' per say, before he took you out to dinner. He had wanted to make this a sweet, cutesy first date - like one straight out of a movie - though his body seemed to have other plans.

"When you leaned over, you um, oh my god this is awkward. When you put my seatbelt in you accidentally, um, you, well you see-"

"Oh." The realisation of what had happened hit you like a ton of bricks, quickly glancing down to confirm your suspicions, you were met with the outline of Marcus's bulge pressing against his dark denim jeans, the fabric now tight and stretched.

"I'm so sorry." Marcus began, readily apologising for the incident which you had caused. "So, we'll have to wait before we can, y'know - or you can just leave if I'm making you uncomfortable."

"No, I - I mean, well, I was looking forward to this. I don't want to go home just yet." You admitted, far too excited about finally going out with Marcus after all this time you'd spent pining over him - you'd be more then happy if this date were to take a change in direction.

"Shit. I better fix this fast then. Dinner reservation is for 8." Marcus admitted, the two of you quickly glancing at the clock inside of his car, finding the time to already be 7:28, just under half an hour till you needed to be there.

"Naked Grandma, Naked Grandma, Naked Grandma..." Marcus muttered to himself, his eyes shut tightly and his hands clamped shut tightly into fists.

"Umm, Marcus? What are you doing?"

"Trying to make it go away." Marcus sheepishly revealed, not realising he had been muttering the mantra to himself out loud and not just in his head. With a defeated sigh, he slumped back in his seat, his hand coming up and brushing his hair back, his hands gripping onto the strands in frustration. "That usually works."

"Well, um, you know." You started, nervously unbuckling your seatbelt and shifting slightly in your seat, trying to bring some kind of friction to the burning from in-between your thighs. "I can think of something else that could help?"

"Really? That would be great! Usually that grandma thing works so I don't know why-" Marcus was suddenly silent, his words caught in his throat as you had climbed out of your seat and into his lap, one leg resting either side of his thighs.

"If that's okay?" You hesitantly asked, making sure what you were suggesting was what Marcus wanted, that you weren't reading too much into things and getting ahead of yourself.

"...yeah, uh, yeah. I think - that would be, yeah, awesome." Marcus whispered out, in awe at how quickly you had closed the distance between the two of you and climbed on top of him as thought it was the most natural thing in the world; as though it was something you had done a million times before.

Without needing to hear anything more, you crashed your lips against his, Marcus's hand moved up to caress your cheek, his other hand snaking around to rest on your lower back, pulling you even more into him and getting you to grind against him in the process. Moving one hand up to his hair, you placed the other on the collar of his shirt, keeping him close to you. You never imagined Marcus to be such a smooth kisser - you imagined him to be awkward and unsure, not knowing where to put his hands or how to actually kiss. However, he was the complete opposite from that: confident and smooth, pulling you into him so he could drink up as much of you as possible.

Finally breaking away from each other, your chests heaved, feeling the others fall and rise due to the close proximity in which you had remained. Staring up at Marcus you admired his pink, swollen lips, how a deep flush had covered his face and his hair was fluffed up and tousled. The distance didn't last long though as Marcus pulled you back into him, pressing his lips to your once more and pulling you flush against him again, in doing so grinding your heat against his raging erection, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Swallowing the angelic noise, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring the warmth that came out with such sweet words and such heavenly noises. You rocked yourself against him again, allowing one hand to move down to your ass and squeeze it gently, relishing in the feeling of his rough hands squeezing the now exposed flesh.

"F-fuck marcus..." You moaned out, breaking your passionate kiss to utter the gorgeous man before yous name, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you far more then you had ever thought you would.

Marcus gazed up at you still in both awe and lust, confused as to how someone so beautiful could be moaning his name, the words he craved so desperately to hear from someone who he'd assumed would never give him the time of day. Pulling you flat down onto his lap, you both let out lustful groans, hardly containing yourself at the new, full forced, contact with each other.

Rutting your hips lightly you watched as Marcus's head rolled back a loud moan coming from him at the pressure you pressed against him when you moved. Taking his face in your hands, you pulled his head up to look at you again, grinding down on him once more, this time his hands aiding your movement.

"Touch me..." You whispered out, though the words seemed loud in the space the was shared between the two of you. "...please."

Marcus didn't need to be told twice.

He slowly began to move his hand, trailing the tip of his finger along the slide of you, moving it antagoniseingly slow down from your waist, over the curve of your hip and down your thigh. Roughly pulling your lips to his, he began to trail his fingers over your thighs as he kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers finally breached underneath your dress - it having hitched up more and more the longer you sat there.

Marcus brushed his fingers gently along the fabric of your underwear, running them up and down its length, you biting his lip hard in response. At his gasp of pain, you took the opportunity to pull back, bringing his lip with you as you did, and then letting go, allowing it to snap back against his teeth. Leaning forward you placed a delicate, featherlight kiss against his lips, soothing over the place you'd just bit with the featherlight touch.

"Can I?" Marcus asked, his words breathy and quick, his chest heaving against yours. Nodding gently, he hooked a finger around the base of your underwear, gently pushing it to the side instead of trying to pull them off like you would've thought he would do. However, the question of why on the tip of your tongue never came, his finger running lightly along the slit, the fleeting touch sending shivers down your spine. Marcus moved his free hand to your lips, pulling them apart with his thumb as he ran his finger over the slit once again, this time with a little more pressure, drawing out an obscene moan from your open, swollen lips.

"Fuck..." Marcus shuddered at the wetness that had pooled around his fingers as he barely dipped them into the delight you were allowing him to explore. Marcus ran his fingers up and down, still avoiding the part of you which needed him the most, pooling up the slick and then removing his hand all together. Whining at the loss, you rutted your hips against him, wanting to feel his fingers on you once again. Marcus slowly brought his fingers into sight, opening his mouth slightly and placing them inside - you could only imagine his tongue swirling around them, between them, sucking them clean of you until he pulled them out with a pop.

"Fuck... you taste so good y/n."

Mouth open, you continued to stare at the Man before you, sure you were growing wetter by the second: his chest was still rising and falling at a rapid pace, his hair was tousled and messy and his lips were red and swollen, the shy demeanour he had had just minutes ago completely gone and replaced with a lustful, wanting gaze.

Marcus quickly moved his hand back under your dress, though most of it now rested on your hips, and made sure your underwear was still pushed to the side before dipping his fingers back into your dripping heat, running them along your opening. Collecting the warmth he ran his fingers up the slit, stopping shortly before the place you wanted him to touch most.

Fuck, you wished he'd just fuck you already.

After only a second of waiting, he pulled his fingers up to rest against your clit, rubbing slow and sensual circles against it, the wetness allowing his fingers to move around with ease.

"Marcus..." You whined loudly, your head falling into the crook of his neck, muffling your moans by sucking harshly against the soft skin there. Sucking harshly at where his neck met his shoulder, Marcus let out a loud grunt, rutting his hips up into you.

Marcus rubbed circles into the sensitive flesh, one hand on your waist, guiding you against his hand, making it so you were trying to get yourself off against his fingers; the other wrapped itself into you hair, pulling it sharply and pulling you away from him with a sensual moan. Leaning forward, he took his turn to abuse your neck, sucking at the soft flesh, your head tilted back so he could access it all he wanted too.

Suddenly, the movement against your clit stopped, his fingers trailing down and dipping into your opening, gently probing the outside before slipping in, his fingers curling carefully as you bottomed out against his digits. Gently he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, as he let you get adjusted to the burning feeling of his fingers inside of you. Slowly but surely he began to pick up the pace, bringing his free hand out of your hair and down under your dress, resting it against your clit before beginning to move it in slow rhythmic circles as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"Marcus..." You let out an almost pornographic moan, resting your forehead against his as he tired to bring you to your high with his fingers; his plan clearly working as you remained a moaning mess on top of him. Slowly you began to move your hips in sync with his hands, riding his fingers and letting the tension build within you.

Feeling the cord within you getting tighter, you breathed out a groan, already so close to finishing and enjoying ever single moment of it.

"Marcus, I'm-" Your words were cut off with a needy whine, Marcus suddenly detaching himself from you at your words. As you opened your mouth to protest, you were silenced, his slick-covered fingers making their way between your lips - without hesitation, you began to suck them clean, twirling and swirling your tongue around them with haste, revelling in how Marcus let out low groans and moans beneath you by your actions.

Marcus moved his other hand, undoing the buttons of his jeans and slowly trying to shuffle them down, shaking gently from side to side as he shuffled them down his legs. Pulling away from his fingers with a pop, you threaded one hand into his hair, allowing the other to trail down his chest. "Why'd you stop?"

"It's more fun this way." Marcus teased, his hands coming to rest once more against your waist as you moved your own down to his throbbing dick, snapping the elastic of his boxers against him as you grazed your fingers over his erection. Pulling his boxers down slowly his cock sprung upright against his stomach, excited, red and leaking with precum.

"So pretty..." You murmured, grabbing a hold of him by the base and gently pumping up and down, running your thumb along the slit as your hand came to the top of his shaft.

"Stop fucking around." Marcus commanded, his grip on you increasing slightly as he placed a contrastingly gentle kiss against your lips. "I want to be inside of you. One way or another."

Flushing red at his words, you stood up on your knees, shuffling closer and closer to Marcus until you felt as though you were one and the same; skin completely connected to skin. Grabbing his warm member, you rubbed it against your heat, allowing the swelling tip to brush lightly against the wetness - teasing what it shortly awaited. Rubbing it up and down you allowed it to collect the wetness, circling it around your clit before bring it back down to your opening, slowly sinking down onto his length until he was completely inside of you.

"Fuckk..." The both of you moaned into each other, gasping for air as the new sensation had stolen it all from your lungs. Dropping your head into Marcus neck once more, you let out short, much needed breaths, though you time to recover was cut short as Marcus carefully wrapped a hand around your throat, pulling your face back into his sight and squeezing gently.

"You ready?" He asked, still caring about how you felt and how you were doing above anything else - even when he was buried deep inside of you, waiting, begging for more.

Without a word, you lifted yourself up, sliding up and then back down his throbbing cock, moaning in the ecstasy it made you feel. Marcus grabbed onto your hips tightly, both hands now guiding you up and down his length in a repetitive motion, the two of you moaning messes because of the other. Bouncing up and down his cock, you started to feel the tension build inside of you again, coming back strongly with the sudden desperation to finish what you had been so close to achieving before.

Wanting - needing - to reach that climax desperately, you began to roll your hips harder into Marcus, moving in small circles as you rode him.

"Oh... y/n..." Marcus whined into your ear, his grip on your hips tightening as he bounced you up and down and round quicker then he had been before, both of you in a race to reach your completion on the high that was each other.

"I think I'm-"

"Me too."

Slipping a hand down between you, Marcus began to rub once again against your clit, edging you closer and closer towards your climax with each circle he span against it. Rutting down into his hand, you chased your climax, grinding harder and harder into him as you did, the two of you almost breathless and shaking as you got closer to your goals.

Suddenly, the cord inside of you snapped, a loud, aching moan coming from you as you rode out your orgasm on top of Marcus, clenching around him tightly and bringing him to completion with you as you continued to rut against him, desperate to ride out that feeling for as long as you could. Marcus spilled inside of you, his hips continuing to push up into your wet heat as he came, filling you up to the brim with his seed, him becoming a moaning, groaning mess beneath you once again as he sheaved himself inside of you with a final stutter of his hips.

"Fuck..." You grunted, slouching against Marcus as you were suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion; completely and utterly spent from your little venture with Marcus.

"...that was..." Marcus began, his hand rubbing soothing circles against your back as you came down from your highs together.

"...incredible." You concluded, wincing as you shuffled forwards and Marcus member rubbed against the sensitive spot inside of you - his cock still semi-hard as he hadn't yet pulled out of you.

"Well, don't sound too excited." Marcus teased, reclining the passenger seat next to you, the head of the chair slotting carefully against the base of the backseat. "I'm not done with you just yet."

Marcus gently lifted you off of him, taking the opportunity to move you to the back seat as he held your shaking form in his arms - you deserved to rest and relax after the show you had just put on, and he knew just the way to help you. Placing you against the seats, he moved down to rest against the reclined chair, his arms coming up to grab your thighs and pull you closer to him by them.

"Marcus what are you-" You words were cut short as you let out an obscene moan, your Thighs already shaking around Marcus as he attached his lips to your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves at a rapid pace - determined to get you to orgasm a second time before you'd fully finished riding out the high of your first.

"Fuck!" You whined at the feeling, tangling a hand in his already tousled hair, and pulling his face flush against you, wanting to feel as much of him as you could against you. Pulling his head by his hair, you ground against his face, your eyes rolling backwards as he continued to lick and suck at your throbbing clit, each kitten lick bringing you closer and closer to the edge once again.

Suddenly, his fingers appeared at your entrance, teasing it gently as he dipped into the cum filled heat. Scoping up some that had started to come out of you, he pushed it back in, plunging his fingers into the almost sore wetness with a desperation to keep you filled as he made you come again.

Letting out a pornographic moan, you arched your back away from the seat, pushing your clit closer to Marcus face in the process, which he took as an opportunity to press the flat of him tongue against the sensitive nerve. Tightening you grip on his hair, you pulled him impossibly closer to you, riding his tongue, chasing your completion as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

As his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot, you came, clenching tightly around his fingers and rocking against his face as you near screamed his name inside the fogged-up vehicle. Trembling against him, you let him leave few kitten licks against your spent clit, whining as he did and whining even louder as he pulled his fingers out of you before pushing them back in one last time in an effort to keep as much of him inside of you as possible.

Sitting up, you lolled you head back against the headrest, Marcus crawling across to sit beside you, his hand taking your own and squeezing it gently.

"You think it's too late for dinner?' You asked, looking dazedly at the time which now read 8:45pm. "Or do you think they'll still let us in?"

Marcus let out a weak laugh, his head rolling onto his shoulder so he could look at you. "I think we'll have to skip this time. Though next time I will take you on a proper date. Dinner and everything. Promise."

"What makes you think there's a next time?" You teased, knowing full well now that you'd had this man in his entirety, you weren't ever going to let him go.

"That's me asking." He responded, letting out a low laugh as he began to rub his thumb over you knuckles. "All you've got to say is yes."

oh, there was definitely going to be a second date alright, and plenty more after that.

#marcus white x reader #marcus white imagine #marcus superstore #superstore marcus x reader #marcus white #superstore x reader #superstore imagine #superstore marcus white smut #marcus white x reader smut

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compo67 · 2 years ago

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For the kissing drabbles! Can I request #7 for Back Pocket J2? Or is that too specific and not allowed? Regular J2 would be fine too!

(This took a while, but I hope you like it, nonny!)

It's a hot day on the island. No, wait. It's a molten lava day on the island. It's terrible, horrible, and seemingly never ending. And it's even worse because Jensen's home doesn't have any--ZERO--air conditioning.

From his side of the bed, Jensen grumbles. "Eat some watermelon," He slowly waves Jared off. "And stop complaining."

They've been naked all day and that still hasn't provided much relief from the oppressive, obnoxious heat and humidity.

Jared huffs and gradually sits up. Moving is difficult in this weather. Doing anything is difficult. He brushes his--frizzy?!--hair out of his face for the millionth time today. "I'm not complaining," he says, pointedly. "I'm... expressing my displeasure with the circumstances as they are."

"Ahh, okay." Jensen reaches towards the middle of the bed and picks up a slice of watermelon from its plate. "I'm so glad you made that distinction."

Jared's brain works hard at putting together a rebuttal, but it works even harder to notice the watermelon juice running down Jensen's stubbled chin. Jensen hasn't shaved in a week and oh my god, how has Jared just noticed this? He could cry at the thought of so many rug burn opportunities gone--wasted! And this past week was full of so much oral--

"Quit it," Jensen growls. "You're staring."

"I have every right to stare," Jared growls back.

"Not when it's creepy."

"I'm not creepy!"

Jensen laughs, deep and loud. It's the kind of full bodied laugh Jared has grown fond of hearing. If Jared could record it and slap it on a record, he'd sell copies of it on the street.

But he also enjoys keeping that laugh to himself. So maybe it's okay enough to just live in the moment and wait until the next one.

"Fine. You're not creepy." Jensen snickers and bites into his captured slice of watermelon. "I was just trying to express that I am not accustomed to being looked upon in such a manner."

Jared gasps. He climbs on top of Jensen's lap, settles there, and looks at him. "Such a manner, pft. You know what you look like, Jensen."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do."

"What do I look like?"

"Like..." Jared taps his lips. "Like a better version of Brad Pitt."

Jensen rolls his eyes and places his hands on Jared's hips. "Uh-huh. Your brain is a wild place, Padalecki."

"It's my world and everyone's just living in it."

"That checks out."

"Hey!" Jared swats at Jensen, then stops to squish Jensen's cheeks. "Look at you, look at this cute widdle face. Perfect for coming on."

Jensen busts out in laughter once again, shaking hard. "Is that all you think about? Coming all over my face?"

Jared reaches back and palms Jensen's cock. "I also think about this coming inside me."

This time, Jensen doesn't laugh. He bites his lower lip and instinctively pushes his hips up into Jared's palm. "Fuck," he groans, as Jared applies a little more pressure.

"Yeah," Jared murmurs, "that's the idea."

The island is a beautiful place in May, even if it leaves Jared feeling like a hot mess. They spent all day outside, in the shade, dressed only in shorts, lying down in the grass. They ate cold lemon-pepper shrimp and drank sugary concoctions imported from Japan while talking about everything and nothing at all. Most of the flowers in Jensen's garden are blooming. He talks to them as he waters them, which Jared (secretly) finds adorable. It might just warm up his cold, dead, Prada heart.

Heat on the island is so different than the heat in Manhattan.

It probably has something to do with Jensen slowly rocking their hips together.

"Third time today," Jensen comments, his voice gravely and dark, just the way Jared likes it.

Tying his hair back, Jared nods. "Maybe today we'll break our record."

"You mean... five times?"

"I mean," Jared leans down and kisses Jensen, "I'm up to the challenge."

They have nothing to do and nowhere to be today. Jensen texted Div and Dali to ask if they could check in on elders today. So far, all texts from them have reported everyone doing well. The teenagers are still planning to play soccer once the sun sets. Jensen wants to join them, Jared hopes to convince him to join them only in spirit--so he can get in that fifth round.

Jensen tastes so sweet, Jared considers having a bite of that watermelon.

Their lips part for a moment. Jensen bumps his nose against Jared's.

"I like having you on me," he says, keeping his voice low.

Jared smiles, unafraid of the crows feet that will inevitably appear around his eyes as time marches on. "I like being on you."

A beat of comfortable silence passes by.

Jensen breaks the silence. He squeezes Jared's ass. "Tell me something about the city."

Jared's noticed that Jensen enjoys listening to stories about New York, whether they're from Jared himself, Dali, or Roberta. Maybe it's Jensen's way of experiencing the city without actually being in the city. Maybe it's his way of easing into his own memories.

"Okay," Jared starts, sitting up again. He rocks backwards, Jensen's cock snug against his ass. He leans forward just a touch so he can tilt his hips, and places his hands on Jensen's broad, freckled chest for balance.

"I love the Dover Street Market on Lexington. It's near this incredible roof top bar. I forget the name of it, but it's got such a great view. But the market. Oh my god. I got the cutest Marc Jacobs lavender, argyle vest there one year. And last winter, I got the most beautiful cable knit dress with its own set of arm warmers. I wore it with a pair of Gucci tights and Prada heels. Speaking of Gucci, Dover Street had a python print leather skirt the last time I went. I should have bought it. It was dyed fire engine red. I have the perfect pair of Louboutin pumps for it. Of course, the damn clerk wanted $4,000 and a blow job for it. I don't regret not giving the blow job. But I do regret leaving the skirt behind. Oh! And there's Post Archive Faction at Dover. I bought a hoodie there for $800 once. It's a mess, but I make it look good. You see, it's got oval cut outs here..."

Jensen partially sits up and kisses Jared--hard and rough, with a kind of heat Jared doesn't mind at all.

"Shh," Jensen coos, effectively shutting Jared up. He tugs on Jared's ponytail. "I'm gonna fuck you now."

"Yes," Jared sighs, with a smirk. "Finally."

It's hot in Jensen's bed--and about to get hotter.

#compo67 #j2 #jared/jensen #back pocket verse #drabbles #cal answers #long post

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fluorescentmortem · 1 year ago

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❧ Random / Discussed Asks ☙

➤ @kingofthewebxxx asked: Text:

[Miss Morbid] I've made a reservation and a little restaurant down the road from Baker Street in case you feel the need to run to Sherlock. I think you are a lot stronger than you think, it will be a proper night out this time! I'll pay don't you worry your cotton socks about it. I hope to see you there at seven o’clock this evening. Oh and don't go running and telling everyone just yet, I want it to just be you and me, so we can have a proper chat.

Oh, and I know what your impulse is, but we both know that even if you are scared part of you must feel duty-bound to come to see if you can get anything out of me, maybe I'll give you a secret if you behave.

Hope you liked the flowers

Jim xxx

[Underneath is the name and address of the chosen restaurant]⤷ ( pom linked instead to make it easier ♡ )

When the text came through, Molly's eyes widened. He just kept getting a hold of her number, and she had no idea how. Actually, no, scratch that; she knew exactly. His way around technology was impressive but for all the wrong reasons, and that's what annoyed her the most. It felt like it was some sort of torment.

The said flowers, a gorgeous set of roses, had the card attached to it, stating the restaurant she was supposed to be going to and where exactly it was. And he picked the one closest to Bakers Street! ...In case she decided to run. Oddly thoughtful, but she wouldn't let that thought get the better of her.

Toby had mewled at her in detest, as if knowing what exactly was going on. Smart cat, her Toby was. Taking his advice would've been a lot better than going with her gut instinct... which is what she did. She got changed into something more appropriate, a floral decorated black dress with some low heels to match, her hair in a low side plait, resting over the front of her shoulder. She wasn't going too fancy; she'd done that once and got met with a result she didn't want, and what a night that was. The simple approach it was, especially for something like... a date? This wasn't ❛Jim from IT❜ anymore, she had to remember that.

And so, when it was closer to the time, Molly called a taxi and before she could really blink, she was outside of the building she was supposed to be meeting the sly bastard himself in. It felt wrong, inappropriate... and what if her friends saw her? If John or Sherlock came out from 221 Bakers Street, she'd be done for, as if she was apart of some kind of weird scandal, committing a crime. Sucking in a breath, she walked into the restaurant, being met by the scent of cooked food. Mentioning her reservation, Molly was directed to the table, and... well, what was she expecting? He was sat there, oh so smugly, like he'd won some kind of bet. Weirdo.

❝...Jim,❞ she managed, trying to keep her resolve in check. She could run at any moment, after all — she was fine, ❝I... haven't kept you waiting long, have I?❞ How this was going to go, she didn't know, and that scared the ever loving shit out of her.

#✦ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ➜ ｢ In Character ｣#✦ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➜ ｢ Answered ｣#✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟐 ➜ ｢ Interlude Season 1 to 4 ｣#﴾ kingofthewebxxx ﴿ ⇢ James ❛Jim❜ Moriarty #⦗✦| SCREAMS |✦⦘#⦗✦| I'M SO EXCITED |✦⦘

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quincyhorst · 1 year ago

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Lance 💝

Shane 👗

Gareth 🖕

...First of all, thank you for sending this ask! 💖 REALLY improved an already stressful day for me ;v;

So, let's start! I'll reply to each emoji as best as I can. ~ Though be careful, it's been quite a long time since I've written in detail about Lance and Gareth's personalities, so there could be something I missed.

Lance: 💝 - A headcanon about their love language

If I had to describe Lance's LL, I think the best type that'd describe him for me (At least from what I have seen) would be Words of Affirmation. I think that if he were to have a crush/be attracted to someone, most of the time he'd have no issue approaching and flirting with them. Plus, he is very open with his thoughts as a whole: If he finds his crush beautiful or with any other quality he's fond of, he WILL say it out at any chance. He also likes doing physical gestures too, although only when things seem to go steady. But nonetheless, if you're dating him expect being hand-kissed at any chance.

A close second for his most common LL would be receiving gifts. Don't mind him, Lance has all the money in the world and wants to spend it on you (Be it flowers or jewelry). In fact, now onto an actual headcanon, it was during the FFI where he bought his first gift with romantic intentions; taking advantage he could finally talk with his crush without any intimidating adults (or little butler) around. He bought her a little KOQ emblem brooch... 🥺

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...Ok, I'll confess that when I first read the ask, I got confused with "Shane", given I had never written such a name before on this blog. But I soon realized it was Shine, so... Here you have. And if it wasn't him, then... Sorry! You can ask for another character in exchange. ;____;

Shine: 👗- A headcanon about their clothes

I'll be brief: Because his parents were constantly always working outside, Shine had barely any time to do clothes-shopping with them at all. So for the most part, his wardrobe is full of loosely picked clothes, leftover ones from his father's younger ages, OR, even some bought without even prior consultation. But being fair, not even he cares much about styles and all. What he values in clothing is actually texture and comfort, SPECIALLY considering his sensory issues.

Even as an adult, when he moved with grandma Sun he only brought with him a very limited number of clothes. Typically you'll see him on his most common look: puffy red jacket and grey baggy trousers. However in this life stage more choices of his do appear, such as him prefering to wear platform sneakers (Who knows why). If he has to buy new clothes, he'd rather go to a thrift store. Not only he likes what they sell, but he's also aware of the darker side of fast fashion and the ecological damage it causes. He is not supporting that industry at all!

...I'm aware that the ask game only said one (1) headcanon, but I'll add something extra here because I actually have a special HC for Shine when it comes to this specific topic:

On Sun's house there's many things she preserves from her past, and that includes clothes. Many decades might have passed, but her sundresses still look beautiful as ever, even to Shine himself. Keep this a secret between us, but when nobody is around he likes to try them out on himself. There isn't much to this at all; it's just simply something he enjoys doing. However, while he doesn't care about imposed genders on clothes, he's aware society still thinks otherwise. So for now, him wearing dresses is only something he'll keep to himself. And he isn't ready to share this with anyone else either :(

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Gareth:🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger

And finally... Remember when I wrote about how Gareth was pretty much forced to repress himself a lot? Yes, that includes many of his own emotions too, including anger; with the excuse that it looks "Impolite" on a butler. So yeah, he could hold the most intense wrath within him, and yet he'd still be forced to keep a numb face. Extremely damaging to his own mental health, unfortunately...

At school things are a bit more relaxed, so Gareth HAS some ways to express his anger if something or somebody is bothering him there. Best example is obviously aganist Lance, specially if he gets annoying with his "Lancelot kills Gareth" all over again. However, it is to clarify that when releasing it all, he'll mostly leash out, never going with any violence. Sucks, because there's many people that Gareth would like to fight, yet is aware of the family's reputation and how any action can ruin it all forever.

At least if you want something sligthly better, Gareth eventually manages to free his anger aganist the man that has forced to repress it. I won't be spoiling it much (?), BUT this is after the FFI, a time period when things around him started to get worse and worse; to a point where he just couldn't bottle it all up anymore.

...Regardless of how that specific scenario ended, it gradually led to a positive impact on his life; specially on his transition to adulthood. Around GO, I think the (former) butler would finally come on terms on his anger. He doesn't repress himself anymore and will express it when needed, but he still prefers to avoid extreme violence… Unless you threaten him or his spy partner, that's for sure.

#hc:ina11 #knights of queen #big waves (ina11)#lance rotten #shine beach #gareth barrett #Sorry if I took a while #August came for me and it shows 😭#Hope you enjoy it anyway!#I might be busier than before; but if you want to know anything in detail feel free to ask #Also midway editing this Tumblr broke and the text got weird #If you find anything strange please tell me

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