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stardust-swan · 6 months ago

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Secrets to the Arabian Princess Scent 💐🧴🪷

So with Arab perfumes becoming popular in the West due to their strong projection and beautiful smell, and the Arab world becoming known for our knowledge on how to smell good af, I (a half Moroccan) am going to reveal some other ways we ensure we smell amazing to the girlies on Tumblr who are interested in Arab perfumes or just in generally smelling amazing 😍 Most tips are Moroccan but many apply to the Arab world in general (under the cut because this turned into a long post) ✨💞💐

1) Good Eating Habits: When my mother moved here to Europe, she was immediately struck by how the people seemed to smell like "pig." And that's no coincidence. You are what you eat, so coming from a country where nobody eats pig to one where everyone eats it, of course you're going to be struck by people smelling like it from the inside out. Not just that, but in the Arab world, it's also way less common for people to eat takeout and drink alcohol, whereas in many parts of the West, these things are a normal part of many people's diets and affects their natural scent. A lot of Arabs have also talked about how Westerners smell like "milk," and this is because Westerners tend to consume more dairy products than people in the East do. It's also common for Arabs to eat fruit as dessert instead of having cakes or cookies all the time (although speaking of cookies and cakes, the scents of rosewater, orange blossom water, almonds, honey, vanilla, oranges and lemons commonly used in Arab baking fill up the house with a wonderful smell while they're baking). Teas made from various herbal infusions are popular throughout the Arab world. Spearmint, peppermint, sage, cardamom, cinnamon, hibiscus, chamomile, anise, and thyme are commonly used to flavor tea in MENA. Dried lime tea is drunk in the Arabian Peninsula. Coffee flavoured with cardamom is also common. I especially like Turkish coffee. Spices like cinnamon, cardamom, and cloves are commonly used in cooking, and the scent of them can cling to your clothes and hair. Herbs like mint and parsley, which have natural deodorising properties, are often used in meals.

I'm not saying that you need to cut any foods out in order to smell good, but you should consider reducing the amounts of unhealthy foods and red meats you eat, and make sure to drink plenty of water and eat veggies and fruit daily.

2) Keeping a Clean House: Here in Ireland, a lot of people don't clean their houses every day. I know multiple people that only clean their floor once a week, and have a couple of neighbours who don't do much cleaning themselves and just have a housekeeper visit to clean once a week. But in Morocco, people clean daily. The home is also deep cleaned once a week, we even wash the walls. We don't wear shoes inside, and not just that, but we also have different slippers specifically for wearing inside the bathroom. Living in a clean space is important for smelling good, because no matter what you do, you'll always end up smelling like wherever you live due to spending so much time there. The scent will cling to your clothes and hair. Which means if your house smells dirty, you will also smell dirty.

As well as making sure the house is clean, Arabs also make it smell pretty with extras. For example, in Morocco it's common to burn incense or bakhour (perfumed wood chips), and the scent permeates your clothes. People also keep pieces of musk in their wardrobes (wrapped in a handkerchief). It come in scents like orange blossom, jasmine, amber, sandalwood, chamomile and lavender. An unused bar of soap or a sachet of potpourri in your wardrobe will do the same job though if you can't or don't want to buy musk. The musk can also be used as a scented wax melt, a home scent (you just leave it in a bowl), a body perfume (rub it on your skin), a hair perfume (rub on your palms and run through the hair), or to scent bathwater. Solid perfume made from natural ingredients has the same effect. I like Lush Rose Jam solid perfume, as it smells like sweet roses and Turkish delight, and a little goes a long way.

Specific to Marrakech, you can buy jasmine balls which you just leave around the house (if you're not in Marrakech, you can just leave potpourri or dried flowers and herbs in sachets on your desk, bedside table, etc). The Marrakech herbal shops also sell sandalwood bark which you burn. Oud and amber are also burned. Herbs like lavender are sprinkled under carpets and rugs so the scent rises as they're stepped on. Room sprays from brands like Nabeel are used, which come in a range of lovely scents (like the warm vanilla and oud Kanz or the rich floral Raunaq).

3) Personal Hygiene: In the Arab world, people shower daily. In Morocco, we also go to the hammam (public bath) once a week, and we sit in the sauna room, and then rub our bodies with sabon beldi (black soap), a natural soap made from olive oil and black olives, leaving it on for a few minutes before rinsing it off. Then we scrub our skin with a kessa glove after it's marinated. Exfoliating dead skin regularly makes perfume cling to you better (if you order Korean bath towels from Amazon, they're very similar to Moroccan kessa gloves and you use them in a similar way). Then after washing our hair, we use a ghassoul clay mask (some people also rub henna into their skin). After washing the clay off, many people rub rosewater or argan oil into their skin before heading to the relaxation area to enjoy refreshments. As well as helping us smell good, it also makes our skin incomparably soft. When my parents were newlyweds, my father remarked on how he'd never felt a woman with such soft skin in his life before. My mother attributes it to regularly using the hammams before moving here.

Obviously not everyone has access to a hammam, but you can create a similar experience at home. Just sit in a steamy hot shower for 10-15 minutes, wash your skin with a natural soap and leave it on for a few minutes before rinsing off and exfoliating with a glove. Then tone with rosewater and apply oil to your body.

Dukhan treatments (smoke baths) are practiced in Sudan. Married women and brides anoint themselves with oil, before sitting over a chair with a hole in the centre. Under the seat, there is a pit, in which acacia wood, frankincense, or other aromatic woods and resins are burned in a clay vessel.

As well as showering daily (and using the hammam regularly if you're Maghrebi), many people in the Arab world also perform wudu (ritual cleansing) five times a day before praying.

Women commonly apply Musk Al Tahara (white musk), an attar that smells like vanilla, flowers and soft musk on the external parts of their vulva after periods.

Alum was commonly used as a natural deodorant in the Arab world in the past, and some still use it today.

Bidets are also common in the Arab world. In the Anglosphere they're uncommon, but it's easy to get a portable bidet (a small squeezable bottle with a nozzle) online.

We also wash our hands before meals, with a pitcher of water which is passed around the room. In Turkey, they use kolonya, made from fig blossoms, jasmine, rose, or citrus to disinfect their hands. In Morocco, it's common for women to scent their hands with rosewater or orange blossom water after meals.

4) Fragrances, Lotions and Potions: In the Arab world, perfumes are incredible. They're oil-based, so they have excellent projection and longevity. The olfactory notes commonly used in them are beautiful too: delicate rosewater and orange blossom water, exotic oud, sweet amber, vibrant roses and jasmine. In Morocco, gardenia scents are popular, even among men.

Emirati perfumes are the most well known in the West and are super good. Some personal favourites of mine include Oud Mood by Lattafa (Caramel, rose, saffron, and oud), Fatima Pink by Zimaya (Sweet rose that smells like a bit like Turkish delight. it's a dupe of the French Parfums De Marly Delina, however, the actual Delina smells very similar to generic rose oil perfumes you can get in the Arab world to begin with so Zimaya was basically able to dupe it to a T. Their version lasts really long too), Ameerat Al Arab by Lattafa (jasmine, a hint of oud, slightly citrusy. Also the name means "Arabian Princess" in English), Fakhar Rose by Lattafa (sweet, fruity, and very floral) and Yara by Lattafa (floral, amber, vanilla and strawberry). I buy my perfumes from Dubai Perfume Shop in Dublin, but they can be easily found online. Some well-known Arab perfume houses include Lattafa, Al Rehab, Zimaya, Al Qurashi, Amouage, Afnan, Ajmal, Asdaaf, Al Haramain, Armaf, Kayali, Maison Alhambra, and Swiss Arabian, but there are hundreds more.

As well as sprayable perfume, perfume oil is also used. It usually comes in rollerballs or small containers, is inexpensive, and lasts for ages. Like spray perfume, it comes in a huge variety of scents. You can also put it in diffusers or add some to cotton balls and leave in your wardrobe to scent clothes and linens.

Arabs know when to wear perfumes. For example, a rich, sweet, strong oud and vanilla scent will be beautiful in colder weather. But in warm weather, it will become cloying and sickly. Musk, amber and saffron are popular in winter, while rose, orange blossom and jasmine are popular in summer.

In the Arab world, many stalls in the Medina sell gorgeous oils, fragrances and soaps that are inexpensive. For example, the musk I mentioned above. As well as making your home smell incredible, you can also rub it on your body and you'll smell good for days.

Rosewater is commonly used as a toner and to remove makeup. In the town of Skoura, where my great grandparents were from, men even use it to shave with! Orange blossom water is also used in Arab beauty routines in a similar way to rosewater. You can apply either to a bath for extra luxury.

Argan oil is commonly used in Morocco on both skin and hair, as well as the less well-known but just as good prickly pear oil (which is very high in vitamin E). Pure argan oil actually smells mild and not fragrant (similar to olive oil), but for beauty, things like rose oil and menthol are commonly added, so it smells pretty good. Throughout the Middle East and North Africa, jasmine hair oil, castor oil and sweet almond oil (I like putting it in my baths and on my body) are easy to find. Usually Middle Eastern and South Asian shops in the West sell them too.

Honey and almond masks have been used since ancient times, and to this day are still popular. You can buy them basically anywhere. Homemade face masks made from honey and yoghurt or crushed figs and yoghurt are also used.

Aloe Vera is used to treat dry skin, acne, and sunburns. It has a cool and refreshing scent, perfect for the hot climate in many parts of the Arabian world. I like applying it after shaving as it's soothing, natural, and absorbs easily.

Frankincense, a resin used in the Middle East and North Africa for thousands of years, was traditionally used as a natural perfume. It's commonly used in incense. Frankincense oil is also good for the skin.

There are many beautiful scented soaps available in the Arab world. If you go to Turkish or Arab supermarkets, a lot of them will have a section where they sell hygiene products, including soaps with ingredients like argan, rose and oud, and olive oil. I've even found Syrian Aleppo soap before. You can just buy soaps from regular stores in scents like rose, jasmine, honey and almond, orange blossom and sandalwood for achieving that exotic scent though.

As well as using various oils, perfumes, and fragrant beauty treatments, Arab women also know how to layer these different scents to add dimension to them and avoid clashing. For example, a rose perfume over a vanilla lotion will always smell good. Other combinations that are good include almond and vanilla, rose and oud, rose and jasmine, lavender and lemon, rose and orange blossom, and orange blossom and vanilla. But there are many different combinations you can use to achieve a delicious scent that's unique to you.

I hope this was helpful, stay pretty ✨

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theambitiouswoman · 3 months ago

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The seven foundations of health✨

Thoughts: Keeping a positive mindset and managing stress is key. Think good thoughts, practice mindfulness, and keep your mental health in check.

Breath: Breathe deeply! It reduces stress and keeps your body energized. Try deep breathing, meditation, or yoga.

Hydration: Drink water!! Water is essential for everything your body does. Aim for about 8 glasses a day.

Gratitude: Being thankful boosts your happiness and reduces stress. Keep a gratitude journal or just take time every day to reflect on what you're grateful for.

Movement: Regular exercise is great for your heart, muscles, and mood. Find an activity you enjoy and stick with it.

Sleep: Get your beauty sleep! Aim for 7-9 hours a night.

Nutrition: Eat well! Focus on whole foods like fruits, veggies, lean proteins, and whole grains. Avoid too much processed stuff and sugars.

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joostsblog · 5 months ago

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I really love all your Joost fics, and thank you so much for the Aggu crumbs 💕

Do you take Aggu requests too? There’s this one Aggu tiktok (the grape video) and I was wondering if you could do an Aggu x Reader where reader is the one feeding the grapes jokingly at first, but then it turns into something intimate

Yes, I saw the grape video and I think I get appeal 😌 This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it anyway & I hope it's fine with you that I also snuck a bit of Joost x reader in there 🤭

caught in the middle part one: picnic day ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist

Pairing: Ski Aggu x reader (also a sneaky Joost Klein x reader, sry i had to)

Description: A cheeky joke between two friends turns into something different.

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: THIS IS A SERIES NOW! Read part two here!

I usually don't write for Aggu but loved this idea so here you go💌 requests still open although I can't promise too many as I'll be on vacation the next two weeks ☀️ if you liked it, you can show your support by leaving a reblog 🫶

Warnings: mention of weed, not proofread

"Aggu!" you said with a big smile as you saw the blonde man walk up to you.

"(Y/N), what's up?" Aggu asked while engulfing you in a hug.

"Nothing much, you're the first person to be here," you shrugged and motioned to the picnic blanket you had already spread out on the grass.

"I expected nothing else," Aggu laughed and sat down on the blanket.

The both of you had a reputation within your friend group for always being punctual while everyone would be late. You were glad that at least you weren't the only person and secretly you liked it because it meant that every time you would hang out in a group you would get Aggu an extra 15 to 30 minutes just to yourself. So you couldn't complain, really. It was a warm late spring day, summer just around the corner. The park was lively but not too packed. Aggu was wearing a tight football jersey which hugged his figure and especially his upper arms very nicely.

It had only been recently when you looked at Aggu with different eyes. It happened when you were out partying a few weeks ago and the music was so loud, the club was so packed that you stood so close to Aggu that he had to lean down to you and closely whisper into your ear to tell you something. When the hairs on your arms shot straight up and suddenly you got all shy around him. Prior to this moment, you didn't know that Aggu could have this effect on you (maybe because before that Joost was all you could think about but right now your mind was preoccupied with the German rapper). Since you caught your little crush on Aggu that only grew by the minute you really appreciated how much of a flirty personality he had. Any joke or touch you shared would never be taken in the wrong way by him, that you were sure of.

"I got us some beer and cookies," Aggu announced as he unpacked the goods from his bag. "Also this," he held up a packet of weed. He laid down on his side only propped up by his elbow.

"Nice," you grinned. "I brought some hummus and veggie sticks and some grapes," you pointed to the food already on the blanket.

"I would love some grapes right now," Aggu pointed to the packet of grapes in front of you.

"Be my guest," you said.

"But I'm so comfortable right now," Aggu pouted. "Will you feed them to me? Please?" he said with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said and opened the package. You didn't make the effort to actually pluck the grapes from the vine. He'll have to do that himself, you thought. Instead, you just scooted a bit closer to Aggu so you could comfortably reach him. You dangled the vine of grapes above his head so that he could reach the grapes with his mouth.

Aggu shot you a quick shot and a grin before he opened his mouth and took some of the grapes into his mouth. You realised the position you put him in really didn't help you to cure the crush anytime soon. You watched Aggu's face intently. How sharp and godlike his jawline looked from the side. How lush his lips looked as they wrapped around the grapes. How he closed his eyes as if he was leaning into a kiss. How the stubble on his face might feel against your fingers or maybe even between your thighs. You tried to ban those thoughts to the back of your head immediately.

"You also want one?" Aggu asked after he swallowed.

"Sure," you said and before you could pick a grape yourself Aggu went in again and plucked a single grape from the vine using his mouth.

He nodded and angled his head upwards to you, the grape positioned between his front teeth. There really was no way you could misread the invitation Aggu was sending you right now. You bit your lip and put your hand on Aggu's shoulder before you leaned down, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your lips softly touched Aggu's as you took the grape and sucked it into your mouth. Instead of pulling back you suddenly felt Aggu's hand on your cheek, holding you just in place. Now your lips were properly pressed on Aggu's. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet you could feel arousal building up inside your lower stomach, wishing you could be in private and alone with Aggu right now.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard your friend Bianca's amused voice behind you.

You let go of Aggu and looked up at her, embarrassment overcoming you. Behind Bianca was Joost who you noticed didn't look so amused like Bianca, his facial expression blank. You let go of Aggu's shoulder as you shifted your position beside him.

"What's up?" you asked the two of them nonchalantly and Bianca started ranting about the Tinder date she had been on just last night.

You could feel Aggu shifting closer to you again as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. Just for a second, your gaze crossed Joost's stare across from you but before you could even react he quickly looked away.

"If you're free tonight we can continue this," Aggu's voice seductively danced over your ear and you smiled.

"I'd like that very much."

READ PART TWO HERE // series masterlist

#joostsblog #ski aggu #ski aggu x reader #ski aggu x you #ski aggu oneshot #ski aggu one shot #ski aggu imagine #ski aggu fanfic #ski aggu fanfiction #ski aggu ff #joost #joost klein #joost klein x reader

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bitchimasnake-sss · 9 months ago

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sfw alphabet ft. roronoa zoro! (because im down bad for him)

enough horniness, now we shall weep and cry cause of how much we love this moss head 🤭🤭

yes ur honor this is the man im in love with :/

💗affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?):

affection (in it's traditional sense) comes hard to zoro. he doesn't really know how to go about it to be very honest. to him affection is sarcasm and acts of services ("acts of service" include calling you mid in 5 languages (joke), making fun of your exercise form and the way you sometimes drool in your sleep, offering you sake etc.). but as time passes by and you both start getting more comfortable with each other, he gets on board with it. every time you both are spending time alone, he holds onto you one way or the other. don't expect him to call you sugarcakes or something because he won't but he will let you know before drifting off to sleep that you mean the world to him. i dont think hes a huge pda guy but if he's super drunk then he cannot possibly keep his hands off of you, its quite weird for the crew to see him so openly affectionate (cue sanji gagging).

💗best friend:

what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start? he's lowkey the bestest of best friends. he has the energy of "idk what you're doing but ig do it anyways cause i know how to fight" an opinion on everything but he doesn't have the time or energy to say anything (between his sleeping and training). doesn't mean he's any less nonchalant, no, he's just super opinionated for some reason. so, when you're sitting next to him on the deck on those late nights, asking him absurd questions, best believe he will deliver peak (nonchalant) commentary. especially after the two years when he's back from living with perona!!! HE IS A CERTIFIED FASHION KING. "zoro," you nudge him and he hums in response, "i was thinking of getting nami that silver bracelet for her birthday, should i?" "i mean i wouldn't give that debt collecting witch anything but-" he winces lightly when you punch him in the arm, "-but. i think silver will look look washed out against his complexion. gold seems better" "you think?"

💗cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?):

at the start, he thinks cuddles are lowkey dumb (and like he probably has gone years without them), so, he puts up this weird drama like "uh no i dont wanna do it" ofc he's lying. cause you're so soft and you smell so good and his hands are literally shaking trying not to hold you against him. after a while, he will unironically announce to you that he is the little spoon tonight and you need to suck it up. (lowkey gives the best cuddles because he literally envelopes you whole till you have to physically push him away) he wants to cuddle but you're DYING. YOU JUST KNOW YOU ARE. because this man is a heat radiating hot heating device heater. he is like a portable sauna. he needs to give you some space but he wont.

💗domestic (how are they at cooking and cleaning?):

cooking? cleaning? you should be grateful that he's showering everyday ever since you started dating him. he knows some basic cooking and cleaning skills (cause he did survive on his own for a good few years) but he doesn't know them in a socially acceptable manner. he just caught a fish, burnt it and ate it cause ✨proteins✨ okay? it's not like he does it on purpose, it's just that he's too focused on training and getting better and you have a chef so, he doesn't have to bother too much about it. but if you both were living together, then i think he will obviously learn them cause he doesn't want you to be the only responsible one cleaning after his messes. and he actually has kinda started liking cooking cause it's relaxing (he's also good at chopping up veggies and stuff so you both can cook together). the only part of cooking he hates is when sanji starts giving him tips cause like genuinely, sanji mind your own fucking business okay he'd learn pasta himself. tldr; the first time you teach him these things, he makes a mess and almost burns down your house but afterwards, you can rely on him to get the things done semi-nicely.

💗ending:

if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it? i think if zoro had to breakup with someone it will probably be over focusing on his dreams of being the best swordsman or if you cheated on him or broke his trust. i don't think he will pursue a relationship with someone if he didn't see it lasting, so, he won't break-up for petty reasons (nor do i think he will ever cheat). i also think he's a practical man. he won't try to sugarcoat or make you false promises. he sure as fuck won't tell you that you both can "still be friends" or some shit (i mean unless you're in the same crew then it kinda goes without saying). he'll probably ask you to come have a chat with him. sit you down and tell you directly and exactly why he is doing it. and he absolutely won't let you have any residual doubts if you "weren't enough" for him or so. just because he has to make this decision doesn't mean he doesn't love or respect you. so, even tho he won't ask you to be friends, if you ever need someone to rely on, he will be there for you. bottom line, he will still be a friend to you (though prepare to ignore each other for a long time after the breakup cause obviously it hurts and you might punch him)

💗fiance(e):

how do they feel about commitment? seeing as his character is super ride or die, he definitely doesn't have a problem recognizing how much you mean to him. but he is pretty emotionally constipated, so, he will take an eternity to actually accept how much you mean to him in a non-friendly manner. how quick would they want to get married? settling down??? no. he's not settling down. not until he's the best swordsman atleast. marriage is lowkey scary to him cause he didn't grow up with healthily functioning relationships to look upto but once he started dating you, he could see it potentially being a "forever" sort of a thing. he's probably not gonna say that out loud tho, thats a topic reserved only for wayward day-dreams or super drunken nights. so, as for the marriage thing he'd want to take his time. he would probably choose to achieve his own goals (and support you to reach yours) and then, think about settling down.

💗gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?):

physically: zoro is acutely aware of his super-human strength but it still comes as a shocker to him to see how fragile, almost dainty you are in compare to him. simple things like comparing hand sizes or how large his t-shirt looks on you when you wear it to sleep genuinely leave him awestruck (and slightly lovesick). so, he makes it his number one priority to always be gentle to you, as if he's scared that you're on the cusp of breaking. and he treats you as such always. (unless you ask with tear-lidden eyes and trembling lips how badly you want him to demolish you because then, maybe he is ready to comply) emotionally: like almost everything else, gentle words come hard to him at the start. all he has known is tough love. so, understanding that making fun of you when you're having your weekly breakdown was the wrong choice took him a while. he's not like emotionally stunted but he still doesn't trust his choice of words to comfort you. rather, he lets the way he holds you against him and pets your head when you sob against his chest do the talking. but if you go out of your way to teach him what he should probably say when you're sad then he might have some luck with it. until then, enjoy the cuddles.

💗hugs:

do they like hugs? after starting to date you, this man realized he loves hugs. and he loves giving hugs. but he's incredibly selective and thus far the only two (2) candidates have been allowed to pass through his tedious selection process. that being you and chopper (both of you are in a binding contract so you cant tell anyone about it either). well, luffy too if you count how clingy he can get 👍🏼 how often do they do it? he does hug you atleast once a day even if it as subtle as holding you from the back, resting his head on your shoulder. what are their hugs like? his hugs are genuinely bear hugs. okay. like he will engulf you and you will stand back and allow it to happen. he doesn't really hold on too long tho, so usually you gotta pull him back towards yourself and hug him tighter when you want it to last longer. pulling him towards yourself usually ends with him smiling and pressing a chaste kiss on your temple as his hands snake around you yet again.

💗"I love you" (how fast do they say the L-word?):

i think he says it fairly sooner than you anticipate. like however long you think he will take, it takes significantly lesser time. this is because (as i said), he probably spent a long time in denial and then in pining, so, naturally by the time you got together, he was sure of his feelings for you. anyways, one of my first fics on this blog was of how zoro probably said "i love you" to you when he was drunk and forgot about it when he woke up the next day. i still stand by that. i think it was a genuine, drunken confession but when you shyly confronted him about it, he just replied, "yeah, i meant that. i love you." his words were nonchalant but you could notice the dusted pink of his cheeks when he admits it and then his unsure gaze as he looks over your face and then the ground. (truth is, he only acted nonchalant. internally he is ready to jump off the ship incase you didn't say it back. thank god you said it back.)

💗jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?):

omg this man is simultaneously the most secure and the most jealous whore in this world. does he know you're not gonna cheat on him and ignore practically any man throwing himself on you? yeah, he knows that. but does he also want to cut off all those guys' heads if they even look at you? kinda, yes. i think he gets really shy to admit he's jealous. like he'd blame his irritable temper on the weather or the fact that he got less sleep last night. but you did notice how he clenched his jaw when a random guy in the market had been ogling you. and so, you tease him relentlessly. "zoro," you laugh, poking him in the chest accusingly, "are you sure? i think there might be something else going on" "like what?" he huffs, "i just got less sleep last night." "babe are you like jealous?" "no-" "you totally are" "stop saying that" "jealoussss" as to how does he deal with it? he fucks you. quick 'n easy. (im so sorry if youre a minor and reading this, in that case he pillow fights you to death.)

💗kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?):

what are their kisses like: after a long day, he always unwinds with you. so, his kisses are usually slow. he relishes in the way your lips feels against his, the way your cheeks feel like under his palm and the way you smile at him when you pull away. there's no haste because he has you right there and you both know you're not going anywhere. but on those nights he's pent up, anger and frustration strewn across his veins, he chooses to kiss you till he forgets just what he was angry about. his kiss-bitten lips are hot against yours, his hand roughly kneading your waist as he pours his anger into your desperate kisses. where does he like to kiss you: in public, his favourite spots are definitely your cheek or your temple as they are relatively tame pda tactics but still gets the point across. he gets to show his affection towards you without making a huge show for it. he also loves kissing on your shoulder as he rests his head on your shoulder and holds onto you. he can feel your pulse under his dull, soft kisses and heard your breathy hums and moans.

💗ittle ones (how are they around children?):

well, i hate kids. so, im gonna be biased. okay i don't hate kids but i hate toddlers. fucking devil spawns. i truly believe they will sacrifice us all for the beginning of the dark ages. anyways, zoro's not great with kids in theory. but somehow, when he interacts with kids he does end up somehow being a good (annoyed) dad figure (remember when he fathered three kids? cause i do)

💗mornings (how are mornings spent with them?):

morning with this green-haired ass start with you pushing his heavy arm off of you. you mumble that you're hot, trying to turn away from him and into the cool sheet. but it's no use because he just traps you against him yet again. zoro definitely doesn't give morning person vibes so i believe you are up before he is. you run you fingers softly against his scalp, bringing down your drumming fingers to his bare shoulders. you press an innocent kiss to his forehead and smile when he leans into your faint touches. when he finally wakes up, he looks up at you through sleepy eyes. he greets you with a tired "morning" before closing his eyes and draping himself you again. "zoro" you whisper half-heartedly, "everyone else is up, come on, we should get up too" he mumbles into your skin, "they weren't the ones keeping a watch last night, were they? come on, 10 more mins." "zo-" "please" he looks up at you, flashing you a soft smile, "10 mins." "10 mins only, okay? then we get up" (well, 10? more like 2 mins. luffy started yelling about breakfast and tried to eat before the food was served. and so, sanji (naturally) kicked him to near-death, so, you both had to wake up)

💗night (how are nights spent with them?):

walking out of the shower, you dry yourself off before cladding yourself in your pajamas. your limbs feel tired, body devoid of any and all energy as you climb into your bed to relax. sometimes you read, other times you just stare at the ceilings and think about stuff (we've all been there). zoro usually slips into the room silently, closing the door behind him. he plops down next to you and you curl up against him. sometimes, you both exchange small talk, if something fun happened while the other person wasn't around or gossip you heard from nami and ussop. but most days, you both simply enjoy the silence in each other's company till you're ready to fall asleep. every once in a while, he slips into the shower with you. (keeping this kids friendly) he gently washes your scalp and you rest your bare back against his chest as you ease yourself into the warm water. you return the favor by giving him a back massage. after this youre both so tired that you immediately pass the fuck out.

💗open:

when would they start revealing things about themselves: i feel like he'd know a lot about you before you find out anything important about him. he wears his loyalty and his dreams on his arms, but you don't find out why his dreams are so important or why he is so fidgety around tashigi until you're a good few days into dating. other small things about him are revealed to you thru his actions as he never mentions them, so, be prepared to be a persistent observer. do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly: he always reveals himself in little ways, never revealing too much. not because he doesn't trust you but because he's never had to talk about anything like this out loud. but anytime he does end up telling you something, it ends up being a heart to heart conversation. also, since he does get very drunk very often canonically, i don't think he's the type to slip up and tell things only cause he's not in the right headspace. so i imagine he only tells you things sober and in solitude, further cementing his trust in you.

💗patience (how easily angered are they?):

in moments of actual anger, as a swordsman, zoro is pretty good while handling his emotions. he knows how to differentiate between irrational feelings and actual solutions needed to get to the bottom of something. so, even when he gets mad he wouldn't necessarily act on it unless and until it is truly something that makes him tick. and things that make him tick includes people talking/doing something wrong to you or anyone in the crew, in that case he's going god mode. that being said, he will get easily irritated if someone is just joking around in the crew (especially sanji). he's incredibly patient with you tho, so, don't even worry about it and just accept him dumb antics for what they are.

💗quizzes:

how much would they remember about you? i see yall sleeping on my man and i hate it. yes, hes kind of an idiot and not the best with memory but if it's anything about you or your relationship?? best believe he knows everything like the back of his hand. but he only claims that kind of power when it comes to you cause he will not really bother to remember other stuff if its not important. do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything? even though he wouldn't outright keep saying he remembers, he will often mention it in passing. like if you bring up someone while recounting a story to him, he will probably remember the last time you mentioned that guy. that being said, his memory is still kinda ass. so, he sometimes mixes things up if they aren't that relevant to the plot. so forgive him okay? hes trying

💗remember:

what is their favorite moment in your relationship? i def feel like zoro prefers the mundane moments with you over any extravagant things. living on sea is insane, it's one thing after the other so knowing he has you to himself even for a few hours and in those hours, he gets to do nothing but love you truly means a lot to him. he isn't a cook by any means but this one time, when the rest of the crew had gotten off at a new island to restock and had only left you and him to keep guard, you had suggested you wanted to bake a cake. "i don't know how to cook" he mumbled softly, trying to convince you otherwise, "i can only do some cutting, slashing yk" "you dont even have to do anything!! just sit there and look pretty, i can do the baking." he eventually caved in. but now the memory of you making batter while he sat on the counter, talking to you is etched onto his every nerve. there had been a little bit of flour on your eyebrow and he used his thumb to clean it away before pulling you towards him and kissing you hard. you looked up at him, "i love you" "i love you too"

💗security:

how protective are they? i feel like zoro isn't as territorially protective as one would assume. like i said in the best friend section, he is more a laid-back "i know how to kill and get rid of the body, do whatever you want" kind of a vibe. that doesn't mean that he isn't gonna be on the verge of pulling out his swords the second someone even utters a word against you (but usually his dirty looks get the job done before he even pulls out the swords) how would they protect you? slash slash, stab stab and cocky remarks at the opponent (sometimes pure, unfiltered rage) how would they like to be protected? he's the roronoa zoro, he doesn't need physical protection. that being said, he wouldn't admit it out loud but just because he doesn't need you to pull out a gun to save him doesn't mean it doesn't give him pesky, little butterflies in his stomach whenever you defend him with your words. even if its something as small as calling out someone else's jokes that were targeted at him (and were just straight up offensive). or getting into actual verbal altercations (it happened once when you were drunk)

💗try:

how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks? not a lot, tbh. look hes tired, you're tired, just cuddle and sleep okay? that being said he does put decent amount of efforts to surprise you every once in a while. he doesn't put on an extravagant show, so, mostly his surprises are just kinda lowkey and sweet. so on your anniversary, maybe he'd finally get the stick out of his ass and accept nami's idea of booking you a table somewhere expensive. but the memorable part isn't that, the memorable part is him asking (almost) shyly if you just wanna walk around town after dinner while he holds your hand and you bitch about your crew (in a loving manner).

💗ugly:

what would be some bad habits of theirs? omg obviously the drinking!!! i know he has high tolerance and shit but bro your liver's practically CRYING RN. please introduce yourself to some healthier coping mechanisms other than drinking and going stabby-stab. i also do think he's egoistic (it lessens with time) but its still a pain in the start

💗vanity:

how concerned are they with their looks? this man does not give two fucks about his looks, like legit couldn't care less. he does know he looks decent tho (i mean casting mackenyu was a choice, i see you oda sensei). but ever since dating you, he has been putting in little efforts. i think partially cause you bully him into having a skincare routine and showering daily and partially cause he just wants to be a pretty boyfriend to his favourite girl.

💗whole:

would they feel incomplete without you? yes and no. this is conflicting cause on one hand, ofcourse your absence will be equivalent to having daggers through his heart. but also, he seems like the guy who hyper-focuses on themselves after a breakup. i don't think he'd feel "incomplete" without you if you both ever broke up cause however dumb he is, he knows sometimes things don't work out and that's that. besides, even if you have to go, he still have people (the crew) to love and care for. but he would feel that glaring absence and it'll take a way heavier toll than anyone anticipated (cue him blasting heavy metal in his room and face-timing perona drunk and (almost) crying. perona suggested she takes care of you which made him actually cry cause perona dont be fucking mean)

💗xtra (a random headcanon for them):

zoro is so good at doing eye makeup specifically. i mean like because of all the sword-training and all, he has really good hand-eye coordination and very precise movements. so, like if you asked him to do your liner and give him specific-ish directions for how you want him to do it, he will 100% ace it. he doesn't really do well in other departments but he can learn (if you can make him learn thru that attitude of his) also, i theorize that he's ticklish but in the randomest fucking places. one time you lovingly ran your hand through his hair, bringing it playfully down to his nape and he fuckING GIGGLED?? another time you offered him a leg-massage cause he seemed to have pulled a muscle and you were working on his calf, trying to help him out and he yelped cause it tickled???? hello what do we do with this info now?

💗yuck:

what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner? he wouldn't like judgmental people or people who are very uptight (cause although his jokes could be hit/miss, he doesn't wanna hear a fucking lecture). also dont be disrespectful to him/his friends. and also, i think he would have a thing against people who are too nosy (pre-dating mostly), like if he wanted to tell you something he would other than those basic things, he's chill.

💗zzz:

he's asleep before you can say "good night" because he's a simple man who needs to sleep 10 hours a day (minimum) see he isn't going off ruining lives, he's not fucking things up for someone else, he's just taking a nap. its like the least horrible thing he can do, let him nap. i do think he should get checked for some vitamin deficiency tho caue uh, just in case. that being said, you go to sleep now. i would too. goodnight!

a/n: loved making this so much that i might make one for literally every character ever once i get the time lol

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doumadono · 11 months ago

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your writing is so good i regret all the time in my life when i didn’t know ur blog exists sksksksksksksks.... anyway! Sinful Sunday please. may i ask a fic about Wriothesley feeling so horny and his girl is cooking in the kitchen and just BAM bend over the counter? sink? whatever?? fr im a simp for Wrio 🥵 you can skip this if you’re uncomfortable but i hope you can write it 🤧 thank you and have a good day! ✨

SINFUL SUNDAY

In your shared apartment with Wriothesley, you were occupied chopping vegetables, immersed in the rhythm of the music. Life in that moment couldn't get any better.

"Miss me, babe?" Wriothesley growled in your ear from behind, his strong, firm body pressed against your back.

"Wriothesley!" you exclaimed. "Don't sneak on me like that!" You pushed at his shoulder, trying to move him away with limited success. He was away the entire morning, engrossed in crucial meetings and other commitments. In response, you took it upon yourself to prepare a delightful dinner for his return.

His lips lightly tickled your neck. "I just missed you." His fingers skillfully slipped inside your cotton panties you wore under your dress, playfully teasing your folds.

"Stop!" you whispered urgently, feeling his finger slipping into your pussy. "The guards might hear."

"Not if you stay quiet," Wriothesley declared with a smirk, deftly dealing with his pants and belt.

Instead of offering a retort, you moaned as he skillfully pulled your panties to the side, hitched up your dress, and entered you from behind.

"You're so tight, babe," Wriothesley purred into your ear. "And wet. Does it turn you on knowing that at any moment, one of my guards could catch a glimpse?" He thrust fast into you, pressing your hips into the counter, inducing a slight discomfort.

Leaning over the counter, you allowed the Duke to delve even deeper inside. As he fervently pounded into you, soft whimpers and moans escaped your lips, and the brink of your release loomed tantalizingly close.

Unable to contain yourself, you let out a loud moan, laying your front on the counter and hastily pushing aside the knife, chopping board, and veggies. Your arousal caused your pussy to clench a few times around his throbbing cock.

Unexpectedly, a male voice reached your ears. "Your Grace, the Iudex wants to see you!" one of his guards announced, fortunately from the doorway.

Wriothesley thrust into you, covering your mouth as he continued to pound you into the counter; his thrusts gaining intensity. "Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, Your Grace," the guard managed to say, "he mentioned it's something of high importance."

You moaned in satisfaction as the waves of your orgasm crashed through you; you rolled your hips for even more friction.

Wriothesley grunted triumphantly as he spilled his thick seed into you. "I'm coming!" he proclaimed, a mix of a yell and a moan.

Breathing heavily, Wriothesley slumped against you. Wriothesley withdrew his hand, pulled out, and neatly tucked himself back into his pants. You swiftly readjusted your panties and dress, and efficiently tossed the veggies onto the plate.

In a parting move, Wriothesley delivered a quick slap to your ass, a cocky punctuation to the encounter. "You're the best girlfriend I've ever had, Y/N. I love surprising you like that."

You shot him a sassy look over your shoulder. "Why am I not surprised?"

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lila-lou · 6 months ago

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 29/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, fluff, soft Ben

Word Count: 5774

A/N: This is part 29 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As the realization of your pregnancy settled in over the past three weeks, you found yourself grappling with a mix of emotions, from excitement to uncertainty. While Ben was mostly occupied with work, you spent much of your time in his office, seeking comfort in his presence.

Despite his busy schedule, Ben made sure you were never alone for too long. Whether it was a quick check-in during a break or a shared meal together, he made a concerted effort to be there for you every step of the way.

His unwavering support and presence provided a sense of stability amidst the whirlwind of emotions you were experiencing. And as you navigated the ups and downs of pregnancy, you found solace in knowing that Ben was by your side, ready to support you through it all.

As Ben sat in his office eating his pizza, he noticed your discontent as you crossed your arms and shot him a pointed look. Sensing your frustration, he paused mid-bite and furrowed his brow in concern.

“Why’s that fucking attitude?”, he rolled his eyes.

You let out a frustrated hiss, your words tinged with irritation. “Are you afraid of me getting fat or something?”, you snapped, gesturing towards the plate of grilled veggies he had ordered for you. “Why the hell did you order me this rabbit food?”.

Ben swallowed his bite of pizza before pouting at the plate of grilled veggies. “It’s good for the baby”, he mumbled, trying to defend his choice while maintaining a teasing tone.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Oh, so now you’re the expert on prenatal nutrition?”, you retorted, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him back.

Ben chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Hey, I’ve been doing my research”, he quipped, wagging a finger at you. “Besides, a little green never hurt anyone”.

As you rolled your eyes at Ben, you continued eating your veggies. However, your moment of levity was interrupted as Butcher barged into the office without knocking, his usual brash demeanor on full display.

Ben let out an irritated hiss, shooting Butcher a pointed look. "How about you fucking knock next time?", he snapped, his annoyance evident in his tone.

Butcher, never one to back down from a confrontation, shot back with his own brand of sass. "Relax, pretty boy", he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just thought you'd want to know there's a situation downstairs. Figured you might want to actually do your job for once".

The tension in the room escalated as Ben clenched his jaw, his frustration with Butcher's attitude simmering just beneath the surface.

Ben's irritation flared as he shot back at Butcher. "What if you walked in here like that and saw me fucking (y/n) over the damn table?", he retorted.

Butcher smirked, unfazed by Ben's outburst. "Hell, I'd pay good money to see (y/n) like that", he quipped, his tone smug as he leaned against the doorway.

You couldn't help but choke on your water at Butcher's words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and indignation wash over you.

Ben's temper flared at Butcher's comment, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Watch your fucking mouth, Butcher", he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Butcher scoffed, his smirk widening as he pushed off the doorway and sauntered further into the room. "Oh, what's the matter? Getting jealous so easily?".

As Ben stood up, his anger boiling over, you sensed the tension in the room and quickly got up too, stepping between Ben and Butcher in an attempt to defuse the situation.

Before the confrontation could escalate further, Frenchie burst into the office, his nose bleeding and his expression frantic.

"What the hell happened?", Ben demanded, his tone shifting.

Frenchie winced, holding a tissue to his nose to stem the bleeding. "It's the supe downstairs", he muttered, his voice muffled by the tissue. "He's vandalizing like crazy, demanding to speak to Soldier Boy".

Ben let out a frustrated groan at the news, his irritation evident as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Stay here", he ordered you firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument as he turned to follow Butcher and Frenchie downstairs.

You nodded, watching as Ben, Butcher, and Frenchie disappeared from the office. Alone now in Ben's office, munching on his pizza and anxiously awaiting his return, a knock on the door startled you. Raising an eyebrow, you set aside the half-eaten slice of pizza and made your way to the door.

Opening the door, you were surprised to find your doctor standing there, a concerned expression on his face.

"Dr. Smith, what are you doing here?", you asked, puzzled by his unexpected visit.

The doctor looked at you with a gentle smile, though his expression was serious. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I was hoping we could discuss something about your pregnancy", he said, his tone indicating that it was something important.

As you invited Dr. Smith in and settled onto the couch with him, a sense of apprehension settled over you. His serious demeanor only added to your growing concern.

"Sure, what do you need to discuss?", you inquired, trying to mask your anxiety.

The doctor wasted no time getting to the point. "I'd like to ask about your symptoms at the moment", he said, his voice gentle but probing. "Are you still experiencing vomiting, dizziness, weakness, and low blood pressure?".

You nodded, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach as you recounted your ongoing struggles with pregnancy-related symptoms. It was disheartening to admit that little had changed since your last visit, and you couldn't help but worry about what it might mean for you and the baby.

The doctor's expression softened with concern as he listened to your description of your ongoing symptoms. "I'm worried that your body may be struggling to support the pregnancy", he admitted gently, his tone compassionate yet grave. "With your current symptoms, there's a risk that your body could be in a weakened state, which may affect the baby's development".

He paused, choosing his words carefully before continuing. "It's still very early in the pregnancy, and while it's not uncommon for women to experience discomfort, your symptoms seem to be more severe than usual. As the baby continues to grow, your body will undergo even more changes, which could exacerbate your symptoms".

You felt a pang of fear grip your heart at his words, the weight of the situation sinking in. It was a sobering reminder of the challenges you faced ahead, and you couldn't help but worry about the well-being of your unborn child.

The doctor sighed softly, his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I want to be transparent with you", he began, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "My team and I have been experimenting with Compound V, trying to create a formula that could potentially boost your body's ability to support the pregnancy, especially with the added complexity of a supe baby".

He paused, searching your face for any sign of understanding or apprehension before continuing. "But I must emphasize that it's not a simple process. Compound V is powerful, and its effects can be unpredictable. We're still in the early stages of development, and there are risks involved".

As you nodded slowly, the weight of his words settling heavily upon you, the doctor's expression softened with sympathy. "Have your symptoms gotten worse since your last appointment three days ago?", he asked gently.

You nodded slowly, acknowledging the doctor's question. "They've gotten a bit worse", you admitted, your voice tinged with resignation. "But I'm still able to manage. It's not unbearable, just… uncomfortable".

The doctor listened intently, his brow furrowed as he processed your response. "I understand", he replied, his tone sympathetic. "But it's important to monitor these changes closely. Pregnancy can be unpredictable, especially with the added factor of Compound V".

He paused, his expression thoughtful as he considered his next words. "I'll need to run some tests to assess the situation more thoroughly", he continued, his voice firm yet compassionate. "In the meantime, I recommend taking it easy and avoiding any unnecessary stress or exertion".

You nodded in understanding, gratitude evident in your expression as you thanked the doctor for his care and concern.

"Thank you, Dr. Smith", you said sincerely, your voice filled with appreciation.

The doctor offered you a reassuring smile, his eyes kind as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "It's my pleasure", he replied warmly. "We'll do everything we can to ensure both you and the baby stay healthy and safe".

With a sense of reassurance, you bid the doctor farewell.

As the doctor left, you sank back into the couch, feeling a mix of emotions wash over you. Placing a hand on your belly, which was still nearly flat save for a tiny little bump, you couldn't help but marvel at the subtle changes taking place within you. It was almost as if you had simply indulged in one too many meals, rather than carrying a precious life inside you.

Gently tracing your fingers over the small bump, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness towards the tiny being growing within you. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, you were determined to do everything in your power to ensure their health and well-being.

With a soft sigh, you leaned back against the couch, your mind swirling with thoughts and emotions.

Lost in your thoughts, you felt the familiar wave of dizziness wash over you once again, causing you to close your eyes and take deep breaths in an effort to steady yourself. Despite your best efforts to remain calm, your breathing became more labored, each inhale and exhale feeling like a struggle against the overwhelming sensation of lightheadedness.

As the dizziness intensified, you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach, a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of your consciousness. You tried to push aside the feeling of panic that threatened to overwhelm you, focusing instead on regulating your breathing.

But as the seconds ticked by, the dizziness showed no signs of abating, leaving you feeling increasingly vulnerable and out of control. With a shaky exhale, you braced yourself against the couch, willing the sensation to pass as you fought to regain your composure.

It took several long, agonizing minutes, but eventually, the wave of dizziness began to subside, leaving you feeling drained and exhausted. Slowly opening your eyes, you took a deep breath and reached for your water bottle.

Taking a long sip of water, you closed your eyes once more. With each swallow, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, the rhythm of your breath gradually returning to normal as you focused on the simple act of hydrating yourself.

After what felt like an eternity, Ben finally returned to his office, only to find you fast asleep on his couch, your hand resting gently on your little belly. The sight of you, so peaceful and serene amidst the chaos of the day, brought a soft smile to his lips.

He couldn’t help but notice the lone slice of pizza left on the plate, evidence of your earlier hunger. Chuckling softly to himself, he gently picked up the plate and set it aside, not wanting to disturb your slumber.

With a tender touch, Ben brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek as he watched over you with a mixture of adoration and concern. However, as his hand moved, he noticed the dried blood staining his fingers, a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded downstairs.

His gaze flickered to his supe suit, still stained with the remnants of the altercation.

As Ben gently caressed your face, lost in his thoughts, the sudden intrusion of Annie storming into his office caught him off guard. His hand froze mid-motion, his gaze snapping up to meet hers with a mixture of surprise and frustration.

Before he could say anything, Annie's voice cut through the air like a knife, her words sharp with accusation. "Was it really damn necessary to kill that dude?", she demanded, her tone laced with anger and disbelief.

The sound of her voice jolted you awake, and you blinked groggily, trying to make sense of the situation. But Ben's expression darkened at the interruption, his jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to contain his mounting anger.

With a sharp exhale, he straightened himself, his gaze icy as he met Annie's defiant stare. "You have no fucking right to barge in here like that", he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you sure as hell have no fucking right to question my decisions".

As you slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, your gaze fell upon the dried blood staining Ben's hands and clothes. Concern flickered in your eyes as you took in the sight, a knot of worry forming in the pit of your stomach.

Before you could voice your concerns, Ben's spoke up. "You fucking woke her up", he snapped at Annie, his tone biting with irritation. Though Annie didn't intend to disturb your rest, her presence had clearly riled him up.

Annie recoiled slightly at Ben's outburst, her own frustration evident in the set of her jaw. "I didn't mean to", she muttered defensively, though her tone still carried a hint of resentment.

Ben’s frustration seemed to simmer just below the surface as he muttered under his breath, his words tinged with exasperation. “It’s like dealing with a bunch of fucking retarded rugrats with this sorry excuse of a team”, he grumbled, his tone tinged with annoyance as he rubbed a hand over his jaw.

As Ben's patience wore thin within seconds, he stepped towards Annie, his expression darkening with anger. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the throat, his grip firm as he pushed her against the wall.

"Listen here", he snapped, his voice low and dangerous as he locked eyes with her. "I've had it with your attitude and your constant interference. You think you can just waltz in here and question my every move? You're out of fucking line woman".

Annie's eyes widened slightly as she struggled against his grip, her breath coming in short gasps. Despite the fear in her eyes, there was a glimmer of defiance as she met his gaze, refusing to back down in the face of his aggression.

The tension in the room crackled with intensity as the two of them stood locked in a silent battle of wills, their confrontation escalating with each passing moment.

Your voice pierced through the tense atmosphere, sharp with urgency and authority as you screamed Ben's name, demanding him to stop. In that moment, the weight of your words cut through the chaos, reminding him of the one person he had always listened to: you.

"Ben, stop!", you cried out, your voice echoing in the room as you moved towards them, your heart pounding in your chest. "This isn't the way to handle things. Let her go".

Ben's grip on Annie's throat loosened slightly as he turned to face you, his expression torn between anger and concern. For a brief moment, the intensity of his gaze softened as he met your eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the power you held over him.

With a heavy sigh, he released his hold on Annie, stepping back as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

Annie's voice was laced with venom as she muttered under her breath, "Fucking asshole", before she turned and stormed out of the room, her anger palpable in the air.

Ben rolled his eyes at her retreating figure, his frustration still simmering beneath the surface. But as he grabbed the last slice of pizza and nodded towards the door, his expression softened slightly, a silent invitation for you to join him.

With a nod, you followed him out of the office, relieved that the tension had finally dissipated. You knew Ben was stressed, more than ever.

At home, Ben gently guided you into the bathroom, his hands resting reassuringly on your shoulders. "Come on", he murmured softly, his voice gentle as he led you towards the bathtub. "I think the two of us could use a nice little bath".

Ben helped you undress, his touch warm and comforting against your skin, before he washed his face and hands at the sink, getting rid of the dry blood. You watched your reflection in the large mirror, taking in the subtle changes in your body with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Checking yourself out, huh?", Ben teased lightly, a playful glint in his eyes as he caught your gaze in the mirror. "Can't blame you, though. You're looking pretty fucking hot, if I do say so myself".

You couldn't help but chuckle at his remark, the tension of the day slowly melting away in the warmth of the bathroom.

Turning towards Ben, you met his gaze in the mirror, a hint of uncertainty in your eyes. “Do you see anything?”, you asked softly, your voice tinged with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

You gestured towards your belly, your hand resting gently against the slight curve that had begun to form.

As Ben watched you, his eyes flickered briefly to your hand resting on your belly before wandering up to your chest. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he let out a low chuckle, his gaze lingering on your breasts.

"Well, I see something alright", he replied, his voice husky with desire. "But I don't think it's what you're asking about".

You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment. Despite his teasing, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at the way he looked at you, his desire palpable in the air between you.

Stepping towards you, Ben closed the distance between you, his hands reaching out to pull you close. With a gentle yet firm embrace, he drew you against him, his warmth enveloping you.

Dipping his head down, he captured your lips in a tender kiss, his touch both gentle and passionate. As his lips moved against yours, you felt a surge of desire coursing through you, the heat of his kiss igniting a fire within.

As the warm water surrounded you both in the bathtub, you found yourself back against Ben's chest, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. His palms rested gently on your small belly, his touch tender and reassuring.

With your head nestled against his chest, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you.

“I can see that little bump”, he murmured, his tone filled with tenderness as his fingers traced delicate patterns over your belly. Each touch was gentle, as if he were afraid of breaking something precious.

You smiled at his words, a sense of warmth flooding your heart at the reassurance in his voice. “Yeah?” you whispered in response, your voice filled with quiet contentment. “I guess it’s really happening, huh?”.

While you couldn't shake the echo of the doctor's words from your mind, the subtle worry lingering at the edges of your thoughts. However, you chose to keep them to yourself, not wanting to burden Ben with any additional concerns.

In response to your whispered affirmation, Ben's touch grew even more tender, his fingers continuing to trace soothing patterns over your belly. "Yeah", he admitted softly, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I've been trying to inform myself about… well, about some stuff regarding pregnancies".

His admission caught you by surprise, and you turned to look up at him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. Despite his tough exterior, it was moments like these that reminded you of the depth of his care and concern for you and your growing family.

Feeling his arms wrap around your smaller frame, you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the protective embrace. "You did?", you asked, a hint of surprise coloring your voice as you looked up at him.

Ben couldn't suppress a grumpy yet playful grunt, his lips curving into a teasing smirk. "Yeah, yeah, don't act so shocked", he teased. "I've been doing my homework, you know".

As Ben traced lazy circles on your back, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. "You know", you began, your voice soft as you looked up at him, "you're actually managing this whole relationship thing pretty well so far".

Ben chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes as he mocked you lovingly. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence", he teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'll be sure to add it to my resume". Despite his jesting tone, there was a genuine warmth in his expression as he looked down at you.

You chuckled softly, turning slowly onto your chest so you could face him completely, sitting up slightly in the warm water. Ben raised a brow, his gaze wandering over your figure with a mixture of appreciation and desire.

"What a sight", he mumbled huskily, his eyes lingering on your wet breasts before meeting your gaze with a mischievous glint.

With your palms resting against his chest, you could feel the warmth of his body beneath your touch, and you were acutely aware of his growing arousal pressing against your ass. A playful grin danced across your lips as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his skin.

"Someone seems eager", you teased, your voice low and husky as you trailed your fingers lightly over his chest. "Aren't you supposed to be relaxed?".

Ben let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “Relaxed?”, he echoed, his voice laced with amusement. “I was relaxed until someone decided to turn up the heat in here”.

You grinned, pressing yourself against him, feeling the tension between you both grow with each passing moment. “Oh, so it’s my fault now, huh?”, you teased, trailing your fingers teasingly along his chest. “I didn’t realize I had such an effect on you”.

Ben's lips curved into a playful smirk as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Oh, trust me, sweetheart", he murmured, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "You have no idea the effect you have on me. But I'm sure you could find out".

You laughed softly, the sound echoing in the intimate space between you. "Is that a challenge, Soldier boy?", you teased, tilting your head to meet his gaze, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Because I never back down from a challenge".

As Ben lifted you by your butt, his touch both firm and gentle, he positioned you so that his throbbing member lined up perfectly with your eager entrance. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he teased, “Are you ready for the challenge then, sweetheart?”.

As you took his length from his hand into yours, a grin playing on your lips, you carefully and slowly lowered your hips, feeling the delicious sensation of him filling you inch by inch. A soft whimper escaped your lips as the pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, the exquisite sensation overwhelming your senses.

Ben's jaw clenched as he watched you, his own desire mirrored in his darkened gaze. Every time he slid into you, every inch of his length enveloped by your warmth, his heart skipped a beat. The intensity of the moment, the sheer pleasure of being connected with you in such an intimate way, sent a surge of desire coursing through him, igniting a primal need that only you could satisfy.

As the intensity of the moment surged between you, Ben couldn't deny the profound effect you had on him. Every kiss, every touch, every thrust felt heightened, as if amplified by the depth of his feelings for you. It was a sensation he had never experienced with anyone else before.

Deep down, Ben knew that you had him hooked in a way he had never imagined. Despite his reluctance to admit it, you had captured his heart in a way that no one else ever had.

Ben's hands dropped from your waist to your hips. He guided your movements, his touch firm as you surrendered to his lead. His gaze remained fixated on your body, his eyes tracing every curve and contour.

While your eyes were closed in ecstasy, and the sweet sound of your moans filled the air, Ben fought to maintain control, his own pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn't help but remember the intense pain you experienced the last time you were intimate, and he was determined to ensure your comfort and pleasure this time around.

"Does it feel good, sweetheart?", he murmured as he sought reassurance that he was giving you the pleasure you deserved.

Your breath caught in your throat as Ben hit all your sweet spots from his angle, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It was almost impossible to form coherent words as you were swept away by the intensity of sensation.

"Y-yes", you managed to gasp out between ragged breaths, your voice barely a whisper as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "Oh fuck, yes".

As Ben's hand brushed up your body, cupping one of your tits and tugging on your nipple, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, causing you to clench around his throbbing dick, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

With a husky voice, Ben leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You like that, baby? You like when I play with your tits while I fuck you?".

As Ben's dirty talk washed over you, igniting a fiery desire within you, you couldn't help but respond to his deep voice and the tantalizing sensation of his lips against your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, and your nipples hardened further as arousal coursed through your veins, heightening every sensation.

"I want to make you feel so good, baby", Ben murmured huskily, his voice dripping with desire as he trailed kisses along your neck. "I want to hear you scream my name, feel you come apart in my arms".

With a primal growl, Ben sat up, adjusting his position to hit a different angle that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your loud moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin against skin as your nails dug into his back, urging him on.

"Keep going, sweetheart", Ben urged, his voice husky with desire as he felt your legs growing weak beneath you. "You're doing so good. Just a little bit more".

You met his thrusts with every roll of your hips.

"You're so close, baby. I can feel it", he murmured, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he guided you in rhythm with his movements.

As the intensity peaked, both of you reached the pinnacle together. Ben's lips pressed against your shoulder to muffle his deep moan as he released into you, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

Feeling the light dizziness wash over you, you instinctively clung onto Ben, seeking his sturdy presence to steady yourself. Without hesitation, Ben tightened his grip around your small waist, ensuring that your wet bodies remained securely intertwined, unwilling to let you slip from his embrace.

"You´re okay?", Ben's voice was soft against the crook of your neck as he held you close.

"I think so", you mumbled softly, your breath still somewhat labored as you slowly caught your breath, feeling the rush of sensation slowly ebbing away.

As Ben helped you out of the bathtub and handed you a towel, you quickly wrapped it around yourself, feeling the warmth and softness enveloping your body. Watching him stride towards the bedroom, towel wrapped around his hips, you couldn't help but admire the way the muscles in his back moved beneath his skin.

As Ben slipped into some boxershorts, he couldn't resist a playful tease, even though his back was facing you. "I can feel those eyes on me, you know", he remarked with a chuckle, his tone light and teasing as he turned to shoot you a playful wink.

Your cheeks started to flush a bright red, while you stood in the doorframe, clutching your towel tightly against your breasts. Ben couldn't help but notice your reaction, and he couldn't resist coming close again, cupping your face gently in his hands.

"Will you ever stop blushing at me?", he murmured softly, a tender smile playing at the corners of his lips as he looked into your eyes.

He dipped his head down, his lips soft against yours. A sense of belonging washed over you. In that moment, you knew you were his, and no one else could ever kiss you, touch you, or love you the way he did. Despite the challenges of his life as a supe, his temper and everything else and your own vulnerabilities as a human, you had chosen to love him.

As Ben pulled slowly away from the kiss, he heard the persistent ringing of his phone. Rolling his eyes with a sigh, he stepped towards the desk where his phone lay and answered the call from A-Train, already bracing himself for whatever urgent matter the speedster had to discuss.

Meanwhile, you took the opportunity to get dressed, discarding your towel and selecting your clothes from the wardrobe. Despite the interruption, a smile lingered on your lips, grateful for the tender moment you had shared with Ben moments ago.

As Ben watched you dress, his gaze lingered on the bruises that adorned nearly every inch of your body. Each mark was a testament to the intensity of your encounters, the passion that often led him to lose himself in the moment or underestimate his own strength.

A pang of guilt tugged at his heart as he took in the sight, a reminder of the fine line he walked between pleasure and pain, between desire and restraint.

While Ben continued his conversation with A-Train, he approached you and gently took the panties from your hand, silently signaling for you to pause your dressing. His touch was tender as he guided you to turn around, his eyes scanning your back and ass, both adorned with bruises in various colors.

A sense of unease washed over him as he took in the sight, the marks serving as a stark reminder of the physical toll your passionate encounters often took on your delicate body.

As Ben met your gaze, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, his expression a mix of concern and guilt. You looked at him with a hint of confusion, having grown accustomed to the sight of your body adorned with bruises over time. While you were used to it, Ben's reaction made it clear that he was just now fully realizing the extent of the bruises covering your skin.

Despite seeing you naked countless times before, in that moment, it seemed as though the reality of your condition had finally hit him.

As Ben hung up the phone, his grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but he didn't release it entirely. With a frustrated sigh, he tossed his phone onto the bed before turning his gaze back to your body, his eyes scanning once more over the bruises.

You noticed the intensity of his gaze and the troubled expression on his face, prompting you to inquire, "What's wrong, Ben?".

He met your eyes, his expression conflicted as he struggled to find the right words. "I… I didn't realize…", he began, his voice trailing off as he gestured towards the bruises covering your body. "I didn't realize it was this bad".

“What?”, you questioned, furrowing your brow in confusion before following his gesture, your eyes landing on the bruises scattered across your skin. “Oh…”, you mumbled softly as realization dawned.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his frustration evident as he inwardly scolded himself for not being more mindful of his own strength during your intimate moments.

You brushed off the bruises with a dismissive wave of your hand, trying to downplay their significance, but Ben wasn't having it. His expression hardened with resolve as he gently took your hand in his, his gaze intense as he met your eyes.

"No, (Y/N)", he said firmly, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "This isn't okay. I shouldn't have let it get to this point. I need to be more careful with you, especially now".

As you looked down at your belly, a flicker of concern crossed your features. "The baby is fine", you reassured, though your voice held a note of uncertainty.

Ben's expression softened as he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "I know", he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "But what if I hurt the baby without even realizing it? Or you worse?".

You gently cupped Ben's face, looking up at him with reassurance in your eyes. "Ben, you won't hurt the baby", you said softly, your voice filled with conviction. "I trust you, and I know you'll be careful".

Despite your words of reassurance, Ben couldn't shake the fear that gnawed at the edges of his mind. He was afraid, a feeling he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge. Yet, even in the face of his fear, he couldn't bring himself to admit it. Instead, he forced a small nod, his jaw set with determination as he silently resolved to do everything in his power to protect you and the baby.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 30

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