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pedriscroquettes · 4 months ago
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𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ꕥ FRANCO COLAPINTO
summary. a quick pitstop before your brother’s big wedding turns into stolen glances with the new rookie
warnings. my second attempt at an smau with a bit of dialogue! duplantis!reader
gabri speaks. i saw mondo was at the grind prix this weekend and got to work.
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mondo_duplantis quick pitstop before wedding planning 🏎️
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THE BLAZING HOT sun of Austin had you and Desiré finding shade in the Williams garage. The two of you had gone to the bathroom only to get lost on your way back to your brother. Too tired to find your way back you’d sent your location to come find you. Desiré didn’t take long to start a conversation with the people inside the garage.
“Your boyfriend was the one in the olympics with the pole vault? He was sick!” A brunette with a thick accent tells your future sister-in-law.
“Fiancé” You correct.
“Oh! Congratulations!” He yells excitedly bringing a smile out of both of you.
Your brother doesn’t take longer than ten minutes to find the two of you but in that short time you’ve become intrigued with the brunette. You learn he’s from Argentina, that it’s also his first time in Austin, and that he says everything that comes to mind. You also managed to steal a couple of glances here and there admiring the curls on the top of his head. Mondo thanks him for keeping the two of you company.
“Oh, um some of the drivers are hanging out later at a bar. You guys should come?” Franco asks.
“Oh, yes! We’ll be there!” Desiré yells before your brother can say anything.
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THE LOUD REVING of the cars filled the air as you walked around the paddock. Your paddock pass clinked with each step you took. Eventually you found the blue and white garage without getting lost this time. It was chaotic to say the least. Engineers yelling, managers shouting in every direction, and the drivers were pacing around. That is until Franco spotted you from across the garage and offered you the same smile he did when he met you yesterday.
“Got lost again?” He smiles cheekily at you.
“Your team actually invited me today.” You confess.
The both of you covered your eyes as the sunlight opaqued your eyes. His cheeks changed a light hue of red as he explained to you how qualifying worked and how grateful he was to even be here. You can’t help the smile that takes over your face as he tells you about the call he received a couple of months ago telling him he would be an F1 Driver. The two of you converse freely for a while before you notice the camera man pointing in your direction.
“Do they always just record you like that. It’s creepy.” You turn away from the camera as you speak.
“Yes.” He laughs. “But you get used to it.”
The two of you pause your conversation hoping the camera man moves on to the next garage but he stays. This type of situation always happens to your brother but not you. Franco seems to notice the shift in your behavior. He leans down next to you continuing your conversation.
“Are you free later?” He covers his mouth with his hand as he talks into your ear.
“Maybe, why?” You eye him up and down catching a glimpse of his smile.
“I found this restaurant and wanted to go check it out. Would be nice if I didn’t have to go by myself.” Your cheeks heat up at his invitation.
“Franco stop flirting! You need to get in the car!”
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bumblebeesfromvenus · 1 year ago
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TF141 getting a boudoir photo album as a wedding gift ♡
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A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN!!! Great, absolutely phenomal idea, dear anon. Simon's part is very sappy (I cried) which might be ooc for him?? Idk, that's how I write him/interpret his character! :) let me know who's your favorite 👀
~Fi 🐝
《Warnings》: NSFW content. proceed with caution. PiV, creampie, cunnilingus, Johnny's oral fixation (yes, that is a warning.)
It's still very sweet and lovey dovey with all of them bc I'm a certified sap <3
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John would be grinning and smirking like a proper idiot when he lays his eyes on those delectable photos of you.
I imagine you had a date night at home, sipping wine on the couch and talking about your wedding that's supposed to take place in only 3 days. He's telling you how he can't wait to see you in your wedding dress and slip that ring onto your finger.
Sneaky bastard.
Be prepared to he called Mrs. Price the days leading up to the big day. John excuses it with:
"Need to practice, love. Don't wanna mess it up in front of anyone, eh?"
He knows what he's doing, you know what he's doing, all is well because if he only knew what that did to you. You're just talking, trying to get the nerves out now so you can go into your wedding with a clear mind and have a good time. When you tell him you have a gift for him, his eyebrows almost overshoot his forehead. Yeah, he knew that was a thing some people did, but he never gave it another thought.
In all honesty, marrying you was the best gift he could ever get. Which is why he feels slightly guilty that he doesn't have one for you (at least that's what you see, internally he's crushed) but that all goes out the window when you sit back down with a sleek beige photo album that has a little romantic quote on the front.
What he doesn't expect, however, is the angelic image of your plush body on full display, draped over a velvet chaise lounge with layered pearl necklaces hanging from your neck. This man is shell-shocked. If he wasn't frozen in place, he would've snapped the book shut.
"And what's this, doll, hm?"
His heart feels warm and fuzzy, thinking these are some lovely pictures of you together on holidays you went on, casual trips to the local pub or just some domestic shots you managed to sneak during his leave.
You can basically see the connections to his brain frying. His jaw slacks, and only after what feels like 10 minutes he regains his ability to think and close his mouth. John is sweating and his cock is rock hard as he flips through the remaining pages.
He shoots you the occasional glance while he's trying not to hyperventilate. You just sit back and savor your wine, trying to hide your laugh behind the rim of your glass. You'd expected a reaction, of course, but you didn't think you'd render the John Price speechless just from a few suggestive photographs of you.
But what absolutely breaks the camels back (or John's, in this case) is the last picture of you. You're kneeling, slightly leaned back and supported by your arms, with one of his Flannels covering your soft tits. That alone would've been enough to drive him crazy, but the sight of his old dogtags sitting against your sternum has him groaning out loud.
The only other thing covering you is a simple pair of lace panties, cupping the soft curve and rolls of your tummy so beautifully, John was ready to take a bit out of that damn page.
He nearly misses the inscription underneath the photo;
To my John; the love of my life, the man of my dreams,
I love you.
You hold my heart and you will forever.
May I be so lucky to find my place in the stars by your side when the time comes, so we'll never have to be apart.
With all my love,
Mrs. Price
And that does it. The album snaps shut and you barely have time to put down your wine glass before John is all over you, taking handfuls of you, whatever he can reach. With how fast he smashes his lips on yours, he nearly gives you whiplash.
He's tugging and pulling at your clothes as well as his own, not saying a thing, just hungrily swallowing every one of your sounds and giggled objections before he decides the couch is uncomfortable and he moves you to the bedroom. You're hoisted up without a warning and you cling to his neck. Immediately, worried words start spilling from your lips, remembering how he'd complained about a sore back just today;
"John, baby, your back-"
"I don't give a flying fuck about my back, love."
He's heaving and grunting like a fucking animal, he's downright feral. Despite all of that, you're still laid down gently on the bed, John would never, ever be reckless with you. But he needs to be inside you now, he'll actually lose his mind.
Usually, he'd spent hours between your thighs first, but he just can't wait. He's pounding you into another dimension but with such gentleness in his gestures, it makes your head spin.
He's holding your hand, breathing sweet praises into your ear despite him filling you to the brim. His urge to claim you goes haywire and he fills you with his cum multiple times before he's sane enough again.
He's covered in sweat and his beard is wet from your spit from all the sloppy kisses he gave you. John will definitely make it up to you and eat you out for as long as you want after.
He'll make a copy of one of the photos and take it with him when he's on deployment, just for the nights he's feeling lonely.
His wedding gift to you are the hickeys on your thighs and tummy and new sheets because you two tore the other ones to absolute shreds.
♥︎
Johnny would probably have a boudoir album for you, too. You get at least one shirtless pic a day, so a whole album of his body on display or in suggestive poses basically screams Johnny. He's already drooling the second he spots that book because he knows what it is and that he's in for a treat.
He's buzzing with excitment.
You never really send nudes for privacy reasons, and then for you to do something like this hit him like a truck in the best way possible. You're standing opposite from him behind the kitchen counter, and you look so nervous to him.
Cue his signature shit-eating grin. You tap your fingers on the dark blue album before having enough of your nerves and just sliding it over to him with a few mumbled words of what it is.
"Awe, for me, mo leannan?" He's a teasing bastard, and he chuckles when you huff and turn your head, obviously flustered. Johnny is legit licking his lips, but when he opens the book, his grin fades so fast.
He knew it would be good, but holy shit, this was so much better than he expected. His pupils dilate as he takes in each of the pictures of you, all of you, all your curves and bumps.
Everything he loves about you. God, you're such a woman, he thinks to himself. Some with lingerie, some without. He's full on drooling at this point, and the only reason why he roughly wipes it away with the back of his hand is to not get it on these sacred images.
He smirks at the picture of you in a tub, all soapy, with pebbled nipples. An obvious dig at his nickname, but, god, does your ass look amazing when it's covered in a thin layer of bubbles. He loves lathering you up in the shower and feeling you up while you're all wet and slippery.
"Good thing I can hold my breath, aye, hen? Might even try to set a new personal record." He's grinning and chuckling meanwhile you give him a sharp glare. You can't deny that the idea intrigues you, though.
But this, oh, this one was him swallowing thickly. It's you in very sheer panties (they're barely even underwear) and his name patch is sewn onto the front. Your hair looks so nice, so do your thighs, he doesn't know whether to look at your eyes or your tits. The button on his jeans is about to pop off from his throbbing boner.
He can't take his eyes off that 'MacTavish' patch that sits right on your lower belly, with the slight curve it has to it from your soft tummy.
Johnny has to hold himself back from gripping the book too hard. He wouldn't want to ruin it.
"Steamin' bloody Jesus, bonnie..."
The album is shut and tucked under his arm, and Johnny jumps over the counter to get his hands on you. Or his mouth, more like. He has a huge oral fixation, so he loves sucking and biting on every inch of your skin. You're pushed back into the bedroom, even though you end up on the floor, and the book is thrown onto the bed.
He rips your shirt up and sucks at your tits and nipples, groaning and moaning at the taste of your skin, all while he's rubbing his clothes cock against your leg. You end up on your hands and knees with one of Johnny's hands on your lowerback while his face is buried in your cunt.
He's eating you out like he's been starved for years, and his stubble is already starting to irritate the skin of your thighs and ass.
You'll have the worst case of beard burn in the morning, but how could you care about that when his tongue is so deep inside of you?
Remember when I said he'd have a boudoir album too? Yeah, now you're in between his legs, your back pressed to his chest with Johnny's album in your shaky hands. And the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of the room has your eyes rolling back.
And Jesus christ, Johnny looks fucking phenomal. You clench around his fingers hard, and he doesn't even have to pull his head from your neck to know what photo you're looking at.
He's smirking and grinning like the ceshire cat, knowing that the image of him in a kilt with no shirt one is gracing your field of vision right about now.
"Ah knew ye'd like tha' one, bonnie..."
Johnny's cooing in your ear, telling you to keep looking at the pictures while he's knuckle deep in your pussy. His bare dick is pressed against your ass and you can feel him rocking his hips to get off.
He's mumbling all kinds of gibberish into your ear, but one of the few things you can make out is "mo bhean"* which pushes you over the edge. You won't be leaving that bed anytime soon.
*(My wife)
♥︎
Kyle is such a sweetheart. I've said it before, and I will say it again, he's such a cutie pie!!! But that doesn't mean he can't or won't get nasty.
He'd offered to make lunch, which was delicious as always, and now you're chatting casually about your day at your dining table. Your fingers are laced together, and he's wearing the biggest smile because all he can think of is how he gets to marry you in just a few days.
He's over the moon. He can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, say your vows to each other, and overall have a great time with all your friends and family.
But the thing Kyle is looking forward the most is the honeymoon. He'll have you to himself for 2 whole weeks and he's stoked. He can't wait to treat you to nice things, love on you, but he's the most excited to fuck you as your husband.
He may look sweet and 'innocent' but this man can fuck, okay. And he fucks well. He knows every little spot that has you mewling and he's so good at using them for his gain.
Kyle will fuck you into the mattress in the Hotel you booked, he's already made up his mind about that, but he wants to absolutely melt your brain by being so loving whole doing it that you can't help but cry out for him.
He has heart eyes at this point, watching you talk about all that happened today and he only snaps out of his dream world when you present the deep red album to him with a sweet smile.
He's got a hunch of what it is so there's a hint of a smirk on his lips. Still, he almost gets whiplash when he opens it.
There's no easing into it, just straight up tits, ass and tummy. And let me tell you, Kyle is loving every second of it. It's no secret that he loves your chub, and that fact that it's extenuated so beautifully in every shot makes his heart and his cock happy. He's a very balanced man after all.
He comments on every single photo because he think it's endearing how you get all flustered and giggly from his compliments.
One picture that has him taking a second, though, is one where you have a lacy band tied around your thigh, with a little golden 'Kyle' charm hanging from it. He's all smiley and giddy, but he does try to discreet adjust his trousers because, holy shit, that's hot.
"Have you still got that, dove? Would love to see it tied around your pretty neck."
All you answer is that he'll have to be patient and wait till the wedding night to find out. He's laughing and teasing now, but just what till you get to the last page, Gazy.
And the way his smile just melts off his face is priceless. His gaze is flitting between you on the page and you sitting across from him with a shot eating grin. All the blood that drained from his face went straight to his dick.
Not only are you wearing a set of lingerie in his favorite color, but you've got his iconic pair of sunglasses hooked on the center of your bra. And that's not all either, his eyes travel upwards and his base cap is sat on your head and you've got that beautiful smile of yours on your face.
He makes an audible noise, one that indicates you took his breath away, when he takes in the whole picture.
"How in hell did you manage to snatch my hat and my glasses from right under my nose?!"
"Skilled hands, babe."
He's laughing at you breathlessly because he's still enarmoured by the sight of you.
And Kyle will absolutely whisk you away and fuck you stupid in front of your bedroom mirror while you're wearing his hat.
It makes him feral, seeing you like that. He's got both of his arms wrapped around your middle and he's panting into your shoulder. He does look up from time to time to see your blissed out face all while still wearing his cap.
He lets out a strained moan everytime he looks at you in the mirror and his hips stutter ever so slightly.
Kyle is just spewing jumbled words of love because he's genuinely so happy. You make him so happy.
He honestly can't wait to give you your wedding gift. It's a little booklet filled with poems or quotes that reminded him of you, or of how you make him feel. And it will make you cry when he reads them to you.
Definitely not because he'll be ballsdeep inside of you while doing so...
♥︎
Simon, Simon, Simon.... first of all, he's completely blindsided by this. And he hasn't got a fucking clue what's in that black book you hand him one night when you're cuddling in bed.
There's just a giant question mark above his head. When you tell him it's a wedding gift, he goes silent and just looks at that album in his hands.
He never really got gifts, which obviously changed since he's been with you, but he's still not used to it. You're so thoughtful. And sweet. And kind, and perfect and-
he turns his head to you when you softly call his name and if you notice the slight sheen of tears in his big brown eyes, you don't mention it. You just encourage him to open the book. And when he does, a small huff and gentle smile leave him because how are you so perfect?
Yes, all of the pictures are all filthy, but they're all radiating of love and softness, and he can't get over it. How are you so soft? Simon can't get enough of you. You mess up his emotions in ways he never thought possible, and he can't help that his heart starts beating twice as fast.
That you did this for him means more than you could ever fathom, and he'll treasure this album until his end. He absent mindedly reaches for your hand as he flips through the pages, trying to tell you thank you when his words fail him, like they did so many times before with you.
He comes across a shot of your neck, a black leather collared fasten around it with a little silver skull charm. It makes him smile just a bit. He knows just how much meaning is behind it.
That you love him. All of him, which includes the Ghost. In cursive, 'Riley' is written right above your heart, and he gives your hand a squeeze.
Although you love the Ghost because it's a part of him, you've shown him that it's not all he is. That Simon is enough. That he should give Simon a chance and that he's not incapable anymore, like he was as a little boy. Ghost is sort of a protector of Simon, something not many people know, that's why he wears the mask outside of duty too. To shield himself.
But as much as the Ghost's service is appreciated, Simon can handle himself now. The Ghost will forever be with him, but so will you, and you'll wipe his bloody hands with a smile. You've shown him that you accept Ghost just as much as you accept Simon, and that means the world to him.
He sniffles ever so quietly, and you lean your head against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He moves on, gently turning the pages, and as much as his heart is touched by your kind gesture of this album, that doesn't stop his cock from stirring. It's pictures of your naked form, after all.
He loves every single inch of you and he's told you and shown you so many times, kissed all your insecurities away and took your mind off any bad thoughts about yourself by fucking you so well and lovingly to the point of tears.
Never, in a million years, had he expected you to return these efforts. You kissed all his scars and held him softly when reassuring any doubts he had. That's when he truly and fully fell in love with you.
He can feel himself getting hotter with every passing image of your soft body bent in different positions and clad in delicate garments, if any.
The best for last, as always, and it's a picture of you kneeling in front of a mirror, completely nude. A picture of Simon in full military regalia is tapped to the mirror and it's surrounded by a bunch of hearts drawn on with lipstick.
His name is written under the picture in your handwriting, and he can see you holding a lipstick, in the middle of finishing another heart. His breath hitches just for a split second.
He swears he'll burn this photo into the back of his eyelids.
It shows him just how great and raw your love for him is, and it makes him all fuzzy on the inside. The text at the bottom finishes it all off, and he's actively holding back tears, overwhelmed by so many feelings for you.
Dear Husband,
We're flawed; but that's how I like us. You're you, and I'm me, and I wouldn't change it for the world. You've made me a better version of myself, and that makes me love you so much more. I'm so proud of you, Simmy.
Love,
Your wife
"Thank you, my love. Thank you for this, and for loving me and for everything you've done for me. I love you"
His words are soft and painfully honest as he gently sets the album aside. You've made him a better man. A better Simon. A happier Simon. A Simon that's slowly starting to heal.
It starts off with a soft kiss that slowly turns more desperate and needy to the point you're gently being pushed back onto the bed, your clothes are discarded, and Simon absolutely worships you. He kisses every inch he can reach and touching you in all the ways he knows you like.
And, yeah, Simon can be rough and fuck you stupid for hours, but tonight, he just wants to feel close to you, and make you feel as good as you make him feel by simply loving him. He's talking you through it, holding you while he makes sure you take every inch of his cock.
His strokes are slow and deep, just like his love for you, and he revels in the way your eyes roll back each time he slides into you to the hilt. The drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning and whining, and when he presses down on your pudgy lower belly to intensify the sensation, you're putty.
You two fuck the whole night like this, no matter how sensitive you are, you need to be close to each other.
And in the morning, he'll wake you up with his face buried in your pussy because he's out of his sappy mood and his only goal now is to absolutely ruin you.
Bonus: I can totally see Simon giving his dad the biggest middle finger known to man all the way in hell when he's standing by the altar on your wedding day. It just screams: 'fuck you, stupidly bastard. Despite all you've done to me and my family, despite all that's happened, I've persevered. I've overcome it all. Look at me now.'
Right after he's smiling up at the sky, knowing that his mum and brother are watching and that they would've loved you just as much as he does <3
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I hope you enjoyed!! I love all my boys <3
(If you find any typos, it's 2.am. give me a break pls)
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thebutchersbitch · 6 months ago
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18+ ONLY | Cooper Adams x Reader | Daddy Kink / DDLG | Reader had a life with a husband before Cooper abducted her | But now she’s all about that Stockholm Syndrome life, y’know? … 👀 | Infidelity, twisted relationship dynamic/power imbalance | reader uses the bathroom in front of Cooper | restraints are used
PART TWO
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Rain softly tapped against the bedroom window. Your eyes opened from sleep, the room gradually coming into focus. You felt Cooper’s warmth against your cheek, where it rested on his chest, his bare skin just slightly damp with sweat. Your eyes traveled up Cooper’s neck and you felt your heart flutter just a little. Even after months of being together, you’d never quite gotten used to how handsome Cooper was. It was hard to believe sometimes that he’d chosen you; it felt as if you’d been together forever.
Remembering the past, your life before Cooper, was difficult. All of those memories had become so muddled in your brain, clouded over by the power Cooper held over you…YOU, his special girl, the one he’d risked so much for, who he…loved? You weren’t exactly sure if Cooper loved you, at least not in the traditional sense of the word. But then, nothing about Cooper was traditional. It was best not to wonder about his feelings for you; it hurt too much to consider that the risks he’d taken to have you, that he took every day to keep you, were motivated by anything but love.
You became aware of the dull ache in your wrist. You felt it some mornings upon waking. The metal cuff dug into your skin just a little, depending on the position you slept in, and today was one of the days you woke up hurting. It didn’t even make sense for Cooper to use restraints; he should know by now that you weren’t going anywhere, that you were his. But there was something inside Cooper you didn’t fully understand, a sense of distrust inside him that stemmed from being emotionally abandoned by his own mother throughout his childhood. He needed proof that you weren’t going to leave him. The cuff around your wrist was uncomfortable sometimes, but Cooper needed it to be there. He needed that physical bit of assurance that you were not going to run away, that you wouldn’t hurt him.
Cooper would be lost without you. He’d told you as much, holding you tightly in his arms, your cheek nestled into the warm curves of his chest, his heart thundering against your ear. He may not have said it with words, but the way he held you spoke louder than any profession of adoration ever could have. Cooper needed you. The void you filled in his life was too important and besides, you were too precious, too pure, to be set loose into a world that would eat you alive, if given the chance. He was protecting you, Cooper explained, by keeping you here. This house was just for you, yours to roam and clean and enjoy, as long as you promised not to ever leave it. The restraints were just a visual reminder for Cooper of your devotion to him, the metal ring around your wrist like a wedding band.
You felt Cooper stirring under you, the low rumble of his breath as he exhaled through his nose. When his eyes opened, Cooper let the ceiling above him come into focus, telling him which house he was waking up in. This was the house he kept you in, the one with the beige-colored ceilings, one of his secret houses. The soft body pressed against his moved just a little, further confirming for Cooper where he was. When he turned his head, he’d be looking into your eyes, not his wife’s, not this morning. He’d make some excuse to Rachel just like he always did, and as usual, she’d believe his lie.
“Daddy?”
Cooper’s lips pull into a contended smile at hearing your sweet voice. The sound of your restraints quietly clinking beside him gives Cooper final confirmation that he is, in fact, with his special girl.
“How did you sleep, princess?” he asks, his voice husky with sleep. He reaches for the key on his nightstand. “I slept fine, Daddy,” you reply, and it’s true. You have the best dreams sleeping next to Cooper, much better than you used to have when sleeping by your husband…in that other, far-away life you can barely remember, before Cooper took you for himself.
His arm goes around you, both to hold you and to unlock your restraints. The key jingles inside the lock; you smile in relief as the cuff loosens and drops from your wrist. Cooper pulls you into him, his lips nestling against the top of your head, his nose buried in the soft warmth of your hair. “How did you sleep?” you ask, and Cooper sighs.
“Not great, unfortunately,” he replies, shifting so his chest and yours are pressed together. “I kept having dreams…bad ones. But I’m better now. Now that I’m with you.”
He smiles, but there’s a look of sadness behind his eyes. It’s a sadness that never seems to leave Cooper, no matter how much sex and love you provide him. You’d give anything in the world to remove that sorrow from him, but it’s buried so deep inside Cooper that even he can’t reach it. That doesn’t stop you from trying, though.
“I could make the bad dreams go away,” you offer, even if isn’t true. Cooper takes your hand in his, guiding it beneath the blanket covering you both at the waist. His cock is stiff, pressed flush against his belly. Cooper wraps your hand over it, groaning contentedly into your touch. “I’d like that,” he murmurs with a sleepy smile.
The rain has picked up considerably, pelting the window beside you. It drums against the roof of the house in time with your heartbeat as Cooper’s hand nestles between your thighs, cupping your cunt in his palm. He massages your clit with the heel of his hand, his fingers gently teasing your moist labia apart. Your breath hitches; Cooper smiles against your lips. “Did Daddy find your special spot, princess?” he asks, his cock pulsing in your fist. Your soft whimper is all the answer Cooper needs. He keeps rubbing you, kneading your pussy in his palm while gradually slipping his fingertips just inside your entrance. You bury your face in the curve of his shoulder, a vulnerable little sob muffled against Cooper’s skin. “Oh, there she is,” he hums, his fingers sinking deeper. “This is what Daddy needs, angel…is this what you need, too?”
You nod into Cooper’s shoulder, lifting your hips to grind against his palm. He lets you sink over two of his fingers, taking them as deeply as you can, curving them slightly around the natural contours of your body. You rock forward and back on Cooper’s hand, humping his wrist. You feel the veins in Cooper’s cock pulse against your palm, his cock throbbing as you stroke him. His breath heats your skin, dusting a few strands of hair from your forehead as he exhales. A groan rises from Cooper’s chest as you curve your hand around his tip, squeezing firmly, increasing the pressure as you stroke him. He follows your lead, parting his fingers just slightly, your cunt rejecting the added stretch.
Cooper growls into your hair, his words full of a pride that strokes something even deeper in you than his fingers: “That’s my good girl…squeezing Daddy’s fingers and you won’t let go, will you?”
You shake your head in the curve of Cooper’s shoulder. “Never,” you reply. “Never going to leave you, Cooper.” Although you can’t feel it, a sense of peace swells inside him, spreading through his body like a drug. That’s right, he thinks. You’re never going to leave me, sweet angel…never.
You shudder on Cooper’s fingers, your climax steadily building. He strokes his fingers inside you, around the curve of your g-spot, beckoning you closer to release. You whimper at Cooper’s ear, your lips parting and latching onto his shoulder, his skin salty against your tongue. He feels you tense, your moist walls pulsing around his fingers. “Come on baby,” Cooper murmurs. “Let it all go for Daddy sweetheart; it’s okay, you can bite down if you need to.” You do, sinking your teeth into Cooper’s skin, bracing yourself as his fingers pull you over the edge into ecstasy. He throbs inside your fist, his body tensing as your teeth breach his skin. The pain is delicious, the sharp sting of your bite coaxing Cooper’s own release from within him. He pulses against your palm as cum paints his stomach, clinging in the curly hair above his cock.
You massage Cooper gently, squeezing every remaining drop of his release onto his belly. His eyes are closed, his mind uncharacteristically blank. It feels…incredible. It feels like killing, that sweet, elusive emptiness in a mind consumed by obsession and the shame of his mother’s rejection. Cooper feels numb, in the best way possible, a state of peace only you and murder can bring him to.
He clutches you into him, the strong thrum of his heartbeat thumping against your cheek as you rest your head at his chest. Cooper holds you awhile longer before reaching for his phone, lifting it to check the time. You can’t help it; your eyes catch the notifications on the screen. Two texts, three missed calls from ‘Rachel.’ Your heart sinks. You feel Cooper’s jaw tighten; he hates this as much as you do. If only a world existed where his responsibility to his family didn’t stand in between the two of you being together…maybe then, Cooper would trust you. Maybe he’d realize the handcuffs weren’t necessary, that you truly meant it when you said you’d be there for him, always…
Cooper sets the phone back on the nightstand, a heavy sigh leaving his chest. He reaches around you for the handcuffs. You offer your wrist willingly, making it easy for him. It wasn’t always; back when Cooper first took you, he was met with extreme resistance. You kicked, you scratched, you screamed…but now? You gaze up at Cooper with big doe eyes as he fastens you inside your restraints. Cooper smiles as the cuff fastens, settling into the familiar grooves it’s shaped in your skin.
“Daddy has to go now, princess,” he tells you, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I should have asked before, but do you need to use the restroom?”
You nod, even though it’s a lie. You simply crave more time with Cooper, even if it’s just the time it takes to go to the restroom. He dresses, then unlocks your restraints, helping you from the bed as your legs as still trembling. Cooper walks you to the restroom, his finger poised on your shoulder the whole way. He lingers in the bathroom doorway, leaning against it as he watches you go. There’s no shame in going in front of Cooper; you’ve done everything in front of him. He encourages it.
“Clean yourself up,” he tells you. You hate to see the tension in his face, to hear the slight aggravation in his voice. “Daddy has to get to work, sweetheart. Hurry up now.”
You do as Cooper tells you. He watches you wipe yourself and flush the toilet, reminding you to “wash your hands.” His finger returns to your shoulder as you approach him in the doorway. Back in the bedroom, Cooper lays you out on the bed like a doll, smoothing your hair and smiling admiringly down at you from above. He takes your wrist in his hand and secures your restraints in place. “I’ll bring you something good for lunch,” Cooper promises, smiling warmly. He leans down and kisses your cheek before turning to go. With a quivering lip and tears building in your eyes, you watch him leave, listening as his car exits the driveway outside, longing for the time you hear it return…
Written for @pinastrihaven x
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ghouljams · 2 months ago
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Damn did Aphrodite!Reader ever think about trying out a love arrow on Nik?
Come to think of it, is Eros exist in this AU? Is he our own creation or our child with someone else👀
You had thought about it, but none of your usual love induction methods seem to work on Nikto.
You're a good shot, you know when your arrow hits its mark, but there had been no change in the man you called your husband with anything else you did, so why would your arrow work?
You still aren't sure it worked. Even when he seems to care for you, at least more than he did.
No, you know it didn't work. You've only felt that familiar sing of love from Nikto once, and never again.
Which leave you feeling more guilty for having tried with each passing day. It feels childish, like you're stomping your foot and demanding that your husband pay you the attention you want. Husband even feels too strong a word. The man who was assigned to be wed to you.
But when you catch a glimpse of your reflection and see his lovely flowers blooming in their eternal cascade of growth like a crown around your head, you can't stop the swell of affection that fills you.
Maybe your arrow missed its mark.
Or maybe you pricked your finger on its sharp tip before it could ever reach him.
Of course Nikto knows the sting of your arrows better than anyone. He made them after all. He knows that they can only plant seeds where flowers haven't already sprouted.
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sonolynn · 8 months ago
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A Fools Game
request | would love to see your take on Aemond feeling like a fool. Aemond thinks he charmed someone all on his own, only to find out they were pressured into pursuing him by a power-hungry family member, much like Alicent with Viscerys 👀
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summary | Aemond thought you loved him.
paring | Aemond x Fem!Reader
tags | swearing, unrequited love, arranged marriage, hurt no comfort, angst, miscommunication kinda, not proof read.
w.c | 1.3k
note(s) | I love angst. I love angst so much.
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Aemond loved you. Whole heartedly he loved you. He never thought himself capable of love or being loved, but somehow you changed that; changed his way of thinking and his way of everyday life. He didn’t like it, at first. He thought at first that this new way of life that was instructed by you was something to feel scared about, or to fear. It wasn’t until he got to know you-truly know you-that he found himself drowning in what it was like to love you. 
While he was courting you it felt surreal. He had charmed his way into your heart and your affections with all but simple words and small touches. He thought himself to be a human for once. Not a mindless sword for the crown but a human-perhaps even a boy. 
When he asked you to marry him he thought you would say yes immediately, but when you said you needed to think he felt a little bit of his resolve crumble away and fill with anxiety. 
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“He asked me if I should marry him.” You told Queen Alicent. The queen nodded at your words, pacing back and forth in front of the fire. Your family had been a vital part of the crown’s court for generations. Your father had gifted the crown lots of gold, and even more weapons and military assistance with what you could spare. More times than you could count your father had saved King Viserys’ ass. 
Hence why now, the queen was pressuring you into marrying her son. A marriage between the great Targaryen’s and your house would surely be prosperous for both sides. 
“And you said yes?” Alicent asked. You had always felt the pressure to say yes to anything the prince had asked you; You did not find him scary, or intimidating as most did, but you didn’t know if you could love him like how he seemed to love you, at least, not with the pressures of his family.
“I told him that I would think about it, your grace.” At your words Alicent stopped and she turned back to you. 
“Think about it?” 
“Yes, your grace-” 
“You will say yes.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and nodded slowly. You knew that this was coming, you knew that you had no choice in the outcome of your own life. You were born into this, being the firstborn daughter of your family and all. From the minute the maester declared your gender you no longer had a choice in what you would choose to do in your life. Your decisions, your actions and your fate all rested in the hands of powerful men and women. 
So, when Alicent told you that you would say yes to the prince, you only nodded softly and went on your way. A pain in your chest that you couldn’t yet seem to pinpoint. 
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When the day finally came for the wedding the whole keep was a bustle. Servants ran around, preparing the decorations and the food and almost everything. You, however, sat in your chambers, staring at yourself in the mirror as the servant behind you did your hair. 
Aemond found himself excited, marrying the girl-no, women-that he had fallen in love with made his head spin and his heart burn in anticipation to see you in your white dress. 
You, however, didn’t recognize yourself, decorated in gold and ivory like a doll for Alicent Hightower to play with. Your hair had adjournments and jewels that you had never seen before, and your dress was starting to feel too tight. You quickly stood from your seat, and you walked to Alicent’s chambers. 
The minute you got to Alicent’s room, seeing her sit in her chair as a servant did her hair, you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you. If you backed out now surely your father would hate you for it…But you were done looking out for others. 
“I can’t marry the prince.” You spoke quietly, but Alicent heard you. She stood slowly, pushing the servant back a little. 
“You are just nervous. You shouldn’t say such things-” “The only thing that I am nervous about is being thrown into a loveless marriage! I cannot marry the prince lest I drive myself insane!” Alicent paused, and she gave you a look; a warning look. But you ignored the look, only to continue talking. “I have never looked out for myself. Not truly. But for once I wish to be able to make my own decision without that of a higher power!” 
You watched Alicent’s eyes drift from your eyes to behind you, and her breath caught in her throat. 
“Aemond.” 
You froze as she spoke the name, and you turned quickly, only to be faced with that of the young prince. Your heart broke, something you didn’t know it could do for the prince. You watched his wide eye, his soft frown as he stared down at you. 
“My mother forced you to do this?” He spoke carefully, his voice slightly wavering. You watched, as the last bit of excitement in the prince's eyes drained out into something more; hurt and betrayal. 
“M-My prince-” You went to speak, but Aemond quickly turned, his hair falling over his shoulder blades as he rushed out of the room. You sighed heavily and followed him, calling out his name. 
As he descended down the stairs, you quickly picked up your dress and ran after him. 
“Aemond, wait! Please! You do not understand-” 
“I understand enough!” His voice was loud, he was truly yelling, which caused you to stop and stare down at him. His one eye was slightly red, and his jaw was clenched. 
“Aemond-” 
“I understand. I understand that my mother is a two tongued cunt who forces others to bend at her will. But I did not expect you to be so easily pliable.” Your face hardened at that, and you glared at him. 
“How is it that when looking out for myself, I become pliable! I wish to live a life in which I do not have my decisions made for me-” 
“You could have had that with me!” Aemond spoke frantically, looking up at you with soft eyes as his voice tore between the lines of hurt and fury. “I would have loved and cherished you with everything I had!” 
You scoffed. “Loved? When does love ever come out of a political marriage?” 
“Political?” His face softened into confusion and he looked up at you, his eye tracing over your face in disbelief. You looked at him with the same amount of confusion. 
“This marriage. It is political.” 
“No. No, this marriage is because I find my heart at your feet.” You stopped at his words, staring at him with an expression slowly turning into that of shock. 
“You care for me?” 
“No, I fucking love you!” He stares for a moment longer, before he speaks again. “But now I see what it truly is. Forgive me, my lady.” He gave you a quick nod of his head before he turned and returned to his descent down the stairs. You stood frozen, looking at his back as tears formed in your eyes. You knew this wedding would go on no matter what happened, but this complicated things, so many things. 
As Aemond walked away he felt his heart beating faster. How could he not hate? Why, out of all of this new found hurt did he still feel a connection towards you? 
He wished to scream, he wished to punch the walls until his knuckles went raw and bloody. He wanted to do so many things but he seemed paralyzed to action as your words rang through his head. You never wished to marry him, you wished to please his mother. Gods did he feel like a fool. 
A mistake he vowed he’d never make again.
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cursedyuri · 3 months ago
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Parent! Vi and Reader finally getting a moment to... destress, as one says, after dealing with their sweet gremlin and of course reader is wearing the lingerie from their wedding night and oh how vi thinks they would look oh so pretty with another baby and utterly and completely debauched.
She's gotta take care of her beautiful baby mama after all <3
hi hi! this is hexcore strap on vi anon here !! and if i may be an emoji anon may I be a silly little dinosaur if its not taken 🦕👀
oh god you know the way to my heart. vi with a breeding kink is soooo… *rattles the bars of my enclosure*
she def has a squirting strap and that thing is well used, to say the least. maybe she can’t get you pregnant herself, but that won’t stop her from trying. trying hard. like, nearly breaking the bed frame hard. like leaving you sore and limping for days hard. (she loves the idea of you thinking of her every time you feel that soreness - it’s a little reminder of how much she likes pounding into you until you’re a panting, drooling mess)
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artsninspo · 5 months ago
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FORGIVELESS - VII - I DON'T MIND WHO'S WATCHIN' 👀
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➨ rio's library - good girl nbc
「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」
Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader
Word Count: ~3.2K
Warning: NSFW 🌶️ 🌶️ 🌶️
Summary: This ones longer than most and steamy. Our two philanderers are in Mexico together where make up for lost time wink 😜 they're confronted with unexpected feelings and events.
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VII - I DON'T MIND WHO'S WATCHIN'
Having recovered your suitcases from baggage you assess yourself in the airport mirror making you presentable. You can feel your heart beating violently in your chest at the stakes. As excited as you are to see Rio, you feel a little … Okay, a lot nervous. He hasn't spoken much about his family and why would he? But you were here now and wanted to make a good impression at the very least. But how would it look? What would they think of a woman that hasn't even signed the divorce papers, off on a getaway with her … boyfriend? Looking at your left hand the impression from years of wearing your wedding set is still there like a brand.
Don’t let James ruin this for you. You tell yourself juggling all the emotions. Just have fun with Rio. You add silently before looking yourself over in the mirror again and settling on confidence. Grabbing your bags you wheel them to the arrivals. The luggage you borrowed from your mother is hardly your usual style but it does the job. You look for a gentleman in a suit holding your name when you feel him behind you.
“You're crazy if you think I’m letting you get in a car with a stranger looking like that mama” He says, placing a peck on your neck as he takes his hand pulling you against him slowly at your waist. The effect on your body and mood is something worth studying. Closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax.
“I missed you” you confess turning to face him and he smiles.
“You hide it well, you don't blow me up” Rio comments, not used to your restraint.
“You told me not to.” you remind him as he leans in stealing a kiss. It’s possessive and a bit of a show. You push him away playfully when you hear whistling from the other travellers. You can feel your cheeks burning.
“That was before I knew you, doesn't count” he shrugs casually rolling your bags to a truck.
“So I can call you whenever I want?” you ask as he gets your bags in.
“Mhm” he nods and you initiate a hug needing one really bad. Over the past few days you've missed the intimacy and physical connection the two of you share. Especially after being deprived of it for so long. Rio indulges you having missed the contact himself. He was out in the world living like a pubescent boy unable to control his needs, hornier than ever with only one person in mind. There was no point thinking of other women, they wouldn’t do it for him like you could. When you separate he gets the door and you get in. Rio walks around the front of the vehicle and pulls out of the lot. The console between you is big but it doesn't stop him from resting his hand on your thigh.
“What’s the plan for Today?” you ask.
“Rehearsals, but I’m not in the wedding party so I’m free,” he winks. His mind is already where yours is headed.
“And tomorrow?” you clarify.
“The wedding and reception. Day after I’m whatever you're on before heading home” he shrugs.
“Are you and your cousin close?” you ask and Rio’s hand leaves your thigh gripping the wheel as his jaw sets in frustration. “Sorry if I over-”
“Don’t apologise” Rio mutters, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before setting it back where it was. “We’re opposites, I’m here for my grandma. She raised us together and she’s old so I’m not gonna give her a headache by being a no show” Rio explains, omitting the more painful parts of the story. Reaching over you run your fingers against his stubble as he drives.
“I’m on whatever you’re on” you repeat.
“Nah, you stay squishy like a gummy bear. Put your feet up, relax and enjoy the vacation. Don't worry about me” he says.
“Friends don’t have a party when one of them is dealing with something.” you tell him.
“Friends?” Rio raises a brow and you shrug not knowing what other title to give him.
“You’re always there to listen to me” you add and he smiles again. And you move your hands from his facial hair to the top of his ear.
“You’re not allowed no other friends then” he comments and you laugh. Rio waits for you to push harder, settling in surprise when you don’t. In his experience women almost always wanted to title things. Arriving at the luxury resort you both hop out and attendants grab your bags. You walk up stairs to a treehouse style villa with nearly panoramic views in the main bedroom. It’s gorgeous and modern while somehow still feeling warm. You go to the window to admire the view of the jungle all around this villa.
“This is really really nice Rio” you turn to find him sitting on the bed. It’s huge and there's only one. Also, there are two luxury boxes beside him. “Rio” you ask unsure.
“You were sad and I know women like presents so I picked you up bags to match mine” he says casually. You smile leaning in to kiss him.
“Thank you” you smile as he places one of the boxes in your lap. Whenever James bought you gifts in the past he required a production of near hysterical praise while Rio almost hated acknowledgement of his kindness. With James there was always an occasion, with Rio it was just because. Your head spins trying to make sense of the man in front of you as you open the boxes to find a luxury duffle and carry on. “Thank you” you repeat overwhelmed by the gesture.
“Hey, mama, don't do that, don't cry” he says, reaching for you. He holds you and it's whiplash. His words and actions are the polar opposite of how he presents himself. The ‘I dont care facade’ is in stark contrast to how he treats you. Wiping your eyes you fight to keep the tears back.
“You're not allowed to have other friends either” you mutter and he laughs, his heart warming at you taking possession of him too.
“I don’t need any,” he  says to affirm your feelings before smothering you in quick kisses. You sit across him with your arms around his neck looking at him before he comes in for another kiss. He kisses you soft and slow, taking his time. Rio needs to savour every moment after so much time away. He needed to feel you. Feel your walls wrapped around his manhood, and our body writhing under him in pleasure. He kisses you deeper drawing out the seduction as he catches your bottom lip between his teeth pulling slightly. It’s just the right amount of pressure before he draws you out again, sucking your tongue. The kiss trails down your neck as you reach into his pants to make him feel as good as he's making you feel. Your hand moves in autopilot without a clearer view. His manhood comes to life in your hand as you wake it up stroking your hand lazily. Rio yanks your top down freeing your tits, his appetite for you insatiable as he places your pebbled nipples between his teeth kissing every part of your body that is sensitive to pleasure. Your strokes pick up along his length causing him to stop kissing you. Your eyes lock as rugged breaths take over. His eyes go low before closing in ecstasy from the pleasure you're beginning him. 
You're nearly on your knees about to blow him when the phone rings out. Panting Rio picks it up with his eyes still trained on you. He frowns in frustration. You see he’s trying to be free of his boxers and inside you. His body's reaction to yours makes you a little crazy. 
“Mmm” he sounds into the receiver clearly displeased.
“Alright, I’ll be there” he says before handing up pissed. Rio pulls you up from between his legs ready to kill Nick.
“Where are you going?” you ask.
“Early family dinner before rehearsals.” he snaps pulling his pants back on.
“Rio!” you whine, needing it.
“Don't look at me like that” he says with a harshness to his tone. Standing you look at yourself in the mirror and curse.
“What time?” you ask.
“Now, I’m late” he says getting on a watch before his shoes. You feel something is a foot and head to your luggage.
“What are you doing you don't have to come, mama.” he says.
“I’m coming to Rio, blame me for you being late” you say, finding a dress that should fit the occasion nicely without being too much. “Give me five and say we got lost” you suggest heading into the bathroom and when you don't hear the door slam you smile. He listened. Five minutes later you emerge needing a little help with the zipper. You look and smell delectable and if it wasn’t for his granny Rio would be inside of you. You slip on a pair of flat sandals and hold his hand. Looking up into his eyes you see he’s grateful. You walk with him to the dinner venue and find a table full of people whose expressions change at the sight of you.
“Sorry we’re late” you apologise knowing RIo isn't going to. Eyes light at the sight of you and you lock eyes with the bride who gives you an accepting nod as Rio finds his seat pulling out your chair. You sit first and he follows.
“You’re not late …” The man beside the bride says.
“Y/N” you smile and he holds his hand out.
“Nick” the man introduces himself.
“Y/N, don’t worry. We’re very happy to have you and Christopher here with us” the bride says and you shake her hand rejecting her soon to be husbands hand out of respect for Rio.
“Thank you for the grace. You're gorgeous by the way” You tell her honestly and she beams. You hope you've lessened tensions.
“You too” she smiles as you settle back in your seat you find Rio sharing a look full of animosity and place your hand on his thigh. It’s twenty more minutes of talking before the first course is brought out and you realise the last minute invite was a ploy from Nick, his cousin. Dinner is delicious and Rio and his future in-laws' families both seem nice enough. However, the animosity between Rio and Nick is thick and something everyone seems to tiptoe around with the two men only falling in line for their grandmother who seems to be the families matriarch. Everyone mixes for a while after the dinner but Rio keeps you close until his grandmother beckons him. You look through the album of engagement photos when the Bride appears in front of you Marisol, which you learned from conversation and the table setting.
“There's a site with an itinerary for the wedding with all the dates, times, locations and shuttles. I won’t let Nick’s petty ruin my day” she smiles, handing you a card with a QR code. 
Smiling, you place it in your purse. “Thank you”
“All I ask is if Nick pokes too much you try and wrangle the bear, only this once” she whispers.
“If we’re talking about Christopher. I can't control him” you speak frankly.
“No but he likes you. I’m a shrink. I know these things. Their issues are deep rooted, they dont like eachother but they love each other” she sighs motioning to Rio and Nick being admonished by their grandmother. You smile and find her doing the same. “I may not need you to wrangle the bear” Marisol smiles watching their grandmother raise her pointer to Nick.
“Thanks and don’t stress before your big day” you smile.
“Thank you. Not that you need it but we have several makeup artists for the family pictures tomorrow. Me and a few girls will be making a little trouble tonight if you want to come.” she offers.
“She’s busy Marisol, shrink someone else” You hear from Rio as he resumes his position behind you. Marisol smiles.
“Nice speaking with you doll. Rio, I like her. Be a gentleman like we know you can be, not an ass” Marisol smiles before walking away. You look up at Rio to find him wearing a smirk.
“She’s nice” you comment.
“She’s an angel with a saviour complex to marry a case like Nick” he whispers in your ear making you smile before kissing your cheek.
“Can we go now?” you ask.
“No, grandma found out I wasn't at the wedding party. Now, I am” he comments and you pout.
“Then after the rehearsal?” you propose with the innuendo in your expression. Rio smiles when he sees the want in your eyes is as great as the want in his.
“Don’t look at me like that” he warns, pulling you in closer. You send him puppy eyes. “Shhh” he whispers as you wear him down. The beach is turned into a church for the destination wedding. Honestly, it's breathtaking. The walk through forces you to revisit bittersweet memories and as they go through the vows and how things are supposed to go you slip out to call your mom.
“Hey baby”
“Hey, I forgot to call to tell you I got in okay. Rio brought me to the hotel and then we got roped into a family dinner and a rehearsal” you tell her.
“How's the weather?” she asks but her tone is off.
“What's wrong?” you ask and she sighs deeply.
“A friend of James and the friend's wife were apparently at the airport and saw you kissing Rio. James called livid.” she says and you shake your head as your heart starts racing. “You have nothing to be guilty about. I’m just warning you baby-girl, he knows” she explains and you nod acknowledging the jig is up. 
“Thanks for telling me”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m going to re-join the festivities. I'll talk to you later. Thanks for telling me” you tell her.
“I love you”
“Love you too mom” you smile heading back to the dress rehearsal only to find Rio on high alert.
“You okay?” he asks first.
“Mhm” you nod.
“Come on, this shitshow is over” he says, wrapping his arm around you.
“Rio we need measurements” Nick shouts.
“Why so he can fuck up my suit?” Rio mutters as his grandma interjects that she has them already. “You look too good in that dress mama” he mutters trailing behind you.
“Look even better when you take it off me” you wink.
“Hey, before we go at it. Thanks for today” he says, arriving at your door with the key. You’re a little confused.
“For coming?” you ask.
“Nah, for coming with me to the brunch and diffusing the situation. I know you have your own stuff and you don't need to deal with mine too so I appreciate it.” he says.
“You don't have to thank me Rio, you're already getting lucky” you tease.
“Throw in a little extra” he winks joking too. You know that once you open the door neither of you will be leaving the room until morning. Heading in first you smile in excitement knowing you're about to have sex with the best. Your chemistry is through the roof and so is his appreciation for you, his gifts, attention to detail and voluntary acts of service. There's nothing to worry about in his presence, a feeling you don't know if you've ever truly experienced before.
“How do you want me?” you ask, stepping out of your slippers and headed to the bed. Locking the door behind him Rio’s eyes track you.
“Stop right there,” He says. 
The answer is simple, his mood is rare. Seeing you smiling among his family did something to him. He needed to show you appreciation for having his back today. He wanted to watch you lose control as he went deeper. Your back is arching to accommodate his size. The glow that would come off of your skin as your body grew warmed from his touch. He presses a button to draw the shades and another to dim the lights. Before closing the distance to you. You can sense that tonight is different. You take a deep breath in, admiring the man standing in front of you. His hands go to your shoulders slipping the straps of your dress off. When Rio’s done undressing you're happy you're wearing one of your new sets. His eyes look sated already. Like it means the world to him to have you here with him, like he knows you bought the set you're wearing just for him. Rio’s head dips to your neck and he kisses sloppily before the pressure threatens to leave hickeys.
“Rio” you whisper, breaking the contact to kiss his lips. 
“Mmm” he groans, leading you to the bed.
“I need you” you whisper needy. His eyes shut firmly. He breathes heavily to try and calm down. There's no room for more foreplay than the past few days have been.
“Ok baby” he mutters and you go to turn knowing he likes to take you from behind. A firm hand stops you from turning.
“I want to see you” he says through rugged breaths and low lids. Without words you oblige feeling your body heat again. Rio kisses you deeper as you position you comfortably in the bed. Years of yoga make any position easy. Only, tonight isn't about flexibility or stamina. He needed to be inside you. It’s exactly where you need him. Your legs open instinctively, your body humming and ready for him. He springs free from his boxers and your eyes find his. 
He gives you another slow sloppy kiss before pushing your panties aside. The look he gives you makes your toes curl. Familiar fingers test the waters with teasing strokes. Proof of your anticipation is coating the fingers that end in his mouth. Placing one hand down Rio guides his manhood into you. His brown eyes hold yours watching as you adjust to inch after inch of him. 
Time slows as your body acclimates, growing more comfortable and aroused by the contact and his size. His eyes close once he's fully in and you pull him into a kiss tasting his effect on you. Your tongues dance as his strokes go from shallow to deep.
His eyes never leave you, the vulnerability of it ignites all of your senses. Every touch is electric. Every moan felt deeper and deeper. Every lude comment or lustful whisper makes each of you more reactive. Your eyes open and close in sequence as he strokes deeper and deeper until he’s rooted. Rio’s eyes open and his body stiffens. You watch arousal build as yours does too. He smiles just as his orgasm rips through him. Warm heat oozes inside of you before spilling out. Without breaking the intimate connection, Rio is now on his back with your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he stares at the ceiling in a post-coital daze. His hand trails over your back and it feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Your heart is full, body is sated and you feel safe.
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Authors Note: Hopefully this is the beginning of your 🇲🇽 expectations. How did you enjoy them reconnecting. How did you like to see Nick. What do you think happens next?
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watchyourbuck · 10 months ago
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yanderes-galore · 3 months ago
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Omg I love ur yandere one piece fics! So if I may 👀 could I ask for a concept of charlotte katakuri? Love this man <3
Yandere! Katakuri Charlotte Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Arranged marriage, Manipulation, Possessive/Protective behavior, Isolation, His family enables him (Always fun....), Stalking, Forced relationship.
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Katakuri is an interesting case since he cares so much about family.
By that logic, I can see him being platonic or romantic,
However... For this concept I will be focusing on a romantic plot for this concept.
To most, Katakuri is a very serious general who works to please his family.
He's calm, diligent, and intimidating to most.
That's how his family wishes to see him and that's the side he's most known for.
How I personally imagine a romantic Katakuri happening is probably an arranged marriage situation.
Those who have watched/read One Piece will know that Big Mom is obsessed with weddings.
It isn't that difficult to think that she'd prepare a wedding for her second son, right?
It would either be because your family is important... or Katakuri was expressing an interest for a while in you.
Your first formal meeting with Katakuri would be when you hear he's meant to be your fiance.
You two are so different it's jarring.
First of all, your husband towers over you.
Second of all, he seems so uninterested in your arranged marriage.
Your first meeting is so awkward, his size and stature make you so uneasy.
However, you make a mistake when reading him.
No, Katakuri isn't uninterested.
In fact he's quite intrigued to have you as his fiance.
Maybe even excited if he's had his eyes on you for a while.
Katakuri is an intimidating man, but he wouldn't hurt his obsession.
He tries to be caring, even if he appears to be cold when doing it.
He always keeps an eye on you, even when you sleep.
There's times you have never seen him rest, always on guard around you.
He's honorable, always checking in on you like he does with his siblings.
Except when it comes to you, things are different since you're meant to be his fiance.
You think he's just doing it to appease his mother, just like how you're trying to protect your own family from Big Mom's wrath.
However, that isn't entirely true... Katakuri does love you himself, not just for his mother.
He's just... awkward with showing it since he hates being vulnerable.
Katakuri would not enjoy being vulnerable around you for a bit.
He feels he needs to be a protective husband for you, that's his role....
You shouldn't see him when he's vulnerable.
It's a sad life for him, honestly.
Even when you're married, or at least the months prior, you probably came across him when he was most vulnerable by accident.
Admittedly, this no doubt leads into an argument.
He hates people seeing him like this, even those he's kind to.
Even more so since he's insecure about his mouth.
You may even think he's going to hurt you right there in your shared room... Until you think quickly and tell him you don't mind his vulnerability.
Due to his obsession, it makes him pause.
You... You accept that? Really?
Honestly, seeing Katakuri vulnerable may make you enjoy his presence more.
Are you still upset you're being forced to marry? Yes.
Yet you're less scared of the man when you're in private.
Originally you were more closed off and nervous.
Now you feel a bit more comfortable, even if he still refuses to show his mouth to you at times.
He'd kill anyone else for seeing him like that, but the way you were so open makes him stunned.
Uncharacteristically, I personally think his obsession makes Katakuri flustered when they're alone.
You just can barely see it under the scarf.
Katakuri is also careful of your small size.
He knows he towers over you due to his genes, so when he holds you he's very careful.
He keeps you against his chest and is surprisingly soft, like mochi.
While Katakuri tries to be caring and nice, he can also still be a threat.
Mostly to anyone around you.
Katakuri, with you as his fiance, is naturally going to be protective of you.
It borders on possessive, really.
He isn't keen on letting anyone around you too close.
Sometimes he even dislikes his family around you.
While he's nice to you, he isn't going to just let you leave either.
Katakuri is probably one of the hardest yanderes to escape.
Once you're his fiance, there isn't any going back.
You could try to escape during the first few months before you're married...
But it won't last long.
With Katakuri's mochi powers, there's a good chance you're going to be caught.
He could straight up turn the floor to mochi and make you stuck just long enough to pick you up.
Plus, think of the consequences of trying to leave a marriage with him?
He's the second son of an Emperor.
Nothing good comes from angering Big Mom, trust me.
Katakuri learning of your escape attempt is a mercy.
I don't doubt his siblings would help catch you, too.
If someone was helping you escape, Katakuri would track them... and they most likely won't live.
Other than his family, you are one of the most important things he has in his life.
If he has to keep you under constant surveillance until the marriage happens, then he will.
Once you do officially get married, Katakuri nearly never has you alone.
When you sleep, he's there.
He'll even hold you if it means you're in his sight.
He has to be very careful with affection due to his size.
So... nothing too intense.
Before you know of his mouth, he'd do mock kisses as he held you with his scarf.
Although afterwards, he doesn't mind kissing you in private with his actual mouth.
You are the only person who deserves to see him vulnerable.
He's meant to be your husband, after all.
While he can be soft and caring with you...
Blood being spilled for you isn't uncommon either.
Truth is, you were his the second Big Mom arranged this marriage...
You aren't escaping Whole Cake Island now.
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codnasties · 5 months ago
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Babes 😩 I’m got another cheater ghost for you.
https://x.com/sexflix000/status/1826486956412280872?s=46&t=WOdkpgQ21mhbpNfBSPinJw
Ghost 👻 celebrating his last day of being free man with his soon to be wife’s bridesmaids, before his wedding the next day.
(And yes, 👀 his future wife is unaware of the betrayal before the marriage.)
more cheater!ghost 👻 (🌽 link)
that night, before his wedding, he felt like he had to get the fact that was going to be his last night of freedom and without being tied to his wife off his chest. he needed to do something for himself, enjoy that night. so he got all his wife's bridesmaids to help him out.
and oh do those girls help him! they pamper the man, making sure that when they get going his dick is always covered in spite and with a mouth around it. and his balls getting pampered. they kiss his mouth as if it were doomsday - and it somehow is -.
may even get his face fat on and get smothered by one of his future missus bridesmaids, may even be one of those that he has had his eyes set on for a bit, wanting to get a taste that now needed to be imminent. and not only isnit about him, he's also enjoying the show of the girls are putting on, having fun with eachother: nipples getting sucked, cunts played with,mouths kissed and pussies eaten.
he gets to fuck a few pussies that night, his last ones before he's stuck with his wife's, who's unaware of what's going on a few rooms down. at least fucking simon had the two braincells needed to put on condoms when fucking the girls. wouldn't want to get one of them pregnant ;)
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4vanaa · 3 months ago
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WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, rafe cameron, 03
summary: y/n left the outer banks years ago, determined to build a life far from the memories of her childhood love, rafe cameron. now a botanist, she's moved on-though a quiet part of her still clings to the past. when an event brings her back to OBX, she's forced to confront the one person she never truly forgot.
cw: mature language | 02 | 04 | masterlist
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popbase ✓ 12h
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popbase alternative/indie singer, rafe cameron, joins the short list of artists to chart at least 3 songs in the top 5 of the billboard hot 100 simultaneously. ‘red lights and regret’ becomes his third #1 hit. this achievement comes from only having released singles and 1 album. sources say that he’s set to announce an album soon.
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rafesmuse oh impact!!
user he’s so sexy
user real
poguefan the weeknd + rafe was something i never knew i needed
rafesno1 here since his guitar videos in his room, look how far he’s come
cameronreputation rafe cameron world domination
kookswiftie another grammy incoming
user need him
rafeswife i’m so proud of my husband 💍
user you must listen to his music on mute
rafecameronupdates how will this affect the tour?
user so glad he’s getting the recognition he deserves
rafecameron couldn’t have done of with you guys
rafeonlyfans rafe come home the kids miss you 😢
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rafecameron ✓ 8h
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rafecameron me for @/dazedmagazine
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user suddenly i’m a dart
rafescameron okay who took my pants 🤨
rafeupdates raw next question
poguenation this is insane
rafesangel tear ran down my leg
sunshine4sarah idk what’s happening 🧍🏾‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️
popbase i have something very inappropriate to say
user what are you doing here? 🤨
notmyrafe all i need is 10 minutes and a hair tie
cameronscult does he do weddings? (ours)
allaboutrafe until the bed breaks
rafeswardrobe until nothing, we ain’t stopping
user scrolling feels like divorce 💔
sarahcameron so cool bro
rafecameron thank you i’m very cool
barry the kids miss you 😢
rafecameron i’m coming ❤️
hypnoticrafe literally? 👀
topperthornton 🔥🔥
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yourusername outer banks you will always be famous x
tagged; @/cleo, @/miaroan, @/sarahcameron @/kiecarrera
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kiecarrera the lewinsky to my clinton 😩
yourusername it’s all over your blouse
sarahcameron need you under my christmas tree
yourusername i’ll be wrapped up in a nice bow
sarahcameron moments before disaster
miaroan how did it even get that bad, cleo was watching her
cleo she truly has a mind of her own
yourusername i wasn’t that bad guys
kiecarrera 😒 you fell multiple times on your ass.
yourusername whoever suggested pregaming the pregame is at fault. cough cough mia
miaroan blushes and licks screen
yourusername blushes and kisses screen
cleo you’re right next to each other.
miaroan get the strap
cleo unlike your other friends i have decorum, you look amazing wife.
yourusername thank you for being so respectful wife. 🙂‍↔️
cleo do you think i could hit it from the back?
cleo platonically of course, i respect you ✊
yourusername 😧
johnbroutledge did our invite get lost in the mail?
sarahcameron they said the bar was girls only i think
yourusername ^^
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yourusername i tried to take some photos of them but they all came out blurry :((
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user the kind of girl people write songs about, and dedicate albums to
topperthornton 😏😏
kelce 😏😏
sarahcameron 😏😏
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a/n: cleo when she’s just a chill girl who wants to platonically smash her friend:
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drysdalesworld · 1 year ago
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puppy love
luke hughes x fem!reader
youruser just posted!
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youruser: on today’s adventure with bandit and y/n, we almost got run over by a (nearly blind) 6’2 blond who didn’t see us crossing the street (i was wearing a bright pink shirt) & are forever scarred from the experience. tho, he apologized with mcdonalds & gave bandit all the kisses in hopes of forgiveness (he forgave him 🙄 – my villain origin story fr). anywho, glad we survived & came out unscathed 💪
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yourbestie: you gave me a literal heart attack when you called me saying you almost died. i was nearly ready to run to your aid bbg 😪
userone: babes, you let him into your home?? mans NEARLY killed you
youruser: he’s very charismatic
youruser: & persuasive
usertwo: i love hearing about y/n and bandit’s daily adventures. it’s like the highlight of my day fr
markestapa: hearing about this the minute it happened is truly an experience i will never forget
edwards73: i legit thought he was crying lol
rutgermcgroarty: “i just almost hit a pretty girl and her puppy. im legit the worst person to ever walk this earth!”
dylanduke25: hearing her cuss him out in the background is my roman empire fr
markestapa: she said some very colorful words to our boy 😂
userthree: all these umich boys in y/n’s comments & yet none of them are exposing who it is 😭
userfour: fr like i need to know❗️❗️
edwards73: he told me to tell you that he will buy you all the mcdonalds you want if you forgive him
youruser: i’ll think it about it
markestapa: he’s literally begging on his knees
userfive: damn whoever it is, they’re exposing him lol
yoursibling: of course this happens to you smh
yourbestie2: bandits new dad??? 👀
lhughes_06 just posted!
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lhughes_06: i’ve been promoted to dog walker 🐕👨‍🦯
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youruser: the best dog walker there is!
luca.fantilli: bandit literally dragged him down the street
dylanduke25: & he’s like a fifteen pound dog. that dog’s stronger than luke
userone: ngl i was expecting a bigger reveal
_quinnhughes: at least he’s learning some responsibility
usertwo: the second pic ❤️❤️❤️
userthree: i wonder how luke truly did not see y/n when she was crossing the road?? like what was boy doing to NOT see her?? 🤔
youruser: that’s what i’ve been wondering these past few months lhughes_06
lhughes_06: oops??? i told you i didn’t see you cross the street 😫
jackhughes: boy ik you lying since your head practically hits the top of the car roof. you def saw the poor girl 😭 lhughes_06
markestapa: bring bandit over more often please 🙏🤍
userfour: not jack exposing luke in userthree’s comment thread 👀
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youruser: nearly three years with you and all you had to do was nearly kill me and my dog to get my attention 💓💓
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jackhughes: ahh, puppy love ❤️
lhughes_06: you’re never going to let that go are you? 🫤
youruser: lemme think….🤔
youruser: uh no <3
yourbestie: i better be the maid of honor 💢❗️
edwards73: i cant wait to hear about how they met at their wedding. what a meet cute fr
elhughes: i hope he’s learned his lesson by now! 💛💙
youruser: of course mama hughes! im just giving him a hard time 🤍
userone: if i don’t meet my future partner like this, then i don’t want it ❗️❗️
usertwo: i can’t believe it’s been three years! bandits so big now :(
userthree: ikr! feels like just yesterday i stumbled upon y/n’s post about it
userfour: how the time flies
rutgermcgroarty: i volunteer to be bandit’s sitter during your dates!
seamuscasey26: hey no fair! i called dibs first!
lhughes_06: god i love you
youruser: i love you too lukey 💞
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bitchface24-7 · 1 month ago
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I read your Jayce X Milf!Reader story and now I'm curious about being Viktor's mom 👀 but not the milf thing but rather sweet, like headcannons if we were Viktor's mother 😭��
BEAUTIFUL BOY - VIKTOR & MUM READER
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synopsis: you never expected to have a kid so young, you were barely an adult yourself. But working at Babette’s obviously the chance of that happening triple. But you wouldn’t change a thing, you got your sweet boy out of it.
warnings: underage sex and pregnancy, sex work, single mum!reader, amazing mum!reader (A ++ parenting actually), You're no longer a sex-worker after Viktor is born, you do the books for Babette), Jayvik, Grammarly is my beta
genre: general, m/m (Jayvik)
p.s. This idea is so cute 🥺🥺 kinda crazy it came from Jayce pounding milf!reader LMAO (love ya! ❤️)
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You knew working at Babette’s would increase the chance of you getting either sick or pregnant. You fell into the ladder.
You don't even know the guy, he was just some random customer. Handsome. Very handsome. But a rando nonetheless.
You debated keeping it or not, but your gut and your heart demand the baby stay. Your instincts screaming at you that your baby would change the world.
So you keep him, you learn it’s a him a few months into your pregnancy, and you've already fallen in love.
Him. A son.
You stop working as a prostitute and take over the books for Babette, you've always been good with numbers.
Eventually the day comes and you give birth at Babettes, its painful, its traumatizing, but it was worth it in the end.
Your baby is wrinkly, and honestly kinda ugly, but you love him anyway.
The years go by and your baby becomes a toddler, then a child. And what a smart child he is. One of his legs is a bit weaker than the other so you got him a cane. The grey affects him harshly, you try your best to keep him out of the heavily affected areas. But your boy is too curious to heed your warnings.
Before you know it, he's a grown man, and he looks so much like his father. You don't know what happened to him, you never saw him again after that one night. Your son knows, you told him ages ago. He's not particularly upset, not while he has you as his mum.
He’s been able to accomplish his dreams too! He became a student at the academy, passed top of his class, became assistant to the Dean, and became a co-founder of an amazing scientific discovery with his now best friend, Jayce Talis.
You’re quite certain this Jayce means more to your son than as just a “best friend” every time you ask about him, how your beloved boy is doing, Jayce is mentioned somewhere; with the fondest look you’ve ever seen on your son.
Every time you tease him, he flusters red all the way up to his ears, looking like strawberry.
You’ve even got to meet the man who’s enamoured your son, and you can see why.
You approve, and you let your son know when Jayce had gone to the bathroom. You had glanced over very obviously to the bathroom with a happy smile, nodding your head firmly once. Viktor’s eyes widened, taking on a doe like quality. You winked, and the brightest smile erupted onto your sons face.
Jayce had come out to see it and stopped in his tracks, a light flush dusting his tan face. Your eyebrows had risen and a playful giggle escaped your throat. The two men quickly glanced at you before looking away to anything else that wasn’t each other, or you.
You’re so happy, and relieved that Viktor found someone to be his other half. You were worried he wouldn’t. People are cruel. Your son the least deserving of the hand given to him.
So when Viktor had gone to his childhood bedroom to get the toy boat he made as a child to show Jayce, you gave the tall man a shovel talk to scare even the gods.
And all Jayce did was look seriously at you and say, “If I ever hurt Viktor, I’ll allow you to do all those threats without hesitation.”
You nod and pat his shoulder, giving him your blessing.
Now you’re wondering if it’s too soon to make a wedding plan, and if Ximena would like to help you.
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Viktor should’ve had like one parent alive, or maybe even a sibling. Maybe they could’ve made Ambessa’s local cuisine (I think his names Miguel) as Viktor’s cousin since they look so much alike. Hope y’all enjoy this fluffy mum!reader! Love ya ❤️
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error-dream-was-found · 4 months ago
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I just saw your idea about Quackity sucking at torture and I am SO intrigued 👀 Please do tell
(Also I absolutely love love love your writing <3)
Hiii, thank you for asking :)
And I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my writing <3
It's been a while since I came up with that idea and I can't seem to find my notes on it (I found like 15 other half forgotten AUs instead oops) but I'm pretty sure it came from some discussion with Flora.
The basic idea is that everything happens just as it does in canon and Quackity goes to torture Dream. This is where things get sketchy because as I said, this is a 100 % crack idea so ... what if Quackity just somehow managed to fuck up every single torture attempt?
I really wish I could find my notes on this because I know I had some specific ideas written down but let's go with what I remember. During the first visit I think he might've just underestimated Dream who in spite of being in the prison for a while now was still able to dodge Quackity and maybe even disarm him or something just it ends up with Sam having to interfere.
But it's okay! Quackity's got it! It was just a ... a minor inconvenience, nothing more. But ... things are just not working out during his second visit either, nor during the third one or the fourth one.
Dream is totally not giving fuck about what Quackity wants and for the sake of crack Quackity just miserably fails in all his attempts to torture Dream in the most ridiculous ways possible.
Like, he will get his axe stuck in the obsidian and can't pull it out, he drops a harming potion and hits himself instead of Dream, he sets himself on fire on accident (that lava wall had no business being over there!), he fails to realize that Dream is actually good in strategic games and his plan to hurt Dream for losing a game fails when the game drags on for way too long (bonus points if he loses somehow). Just some very weird (and hopefully somewhat funny) stuff happens.
Some time he doesn't even get to try his hand at torture because he gets carried away with wedding preparation and all (just imagine him forcing Dream help with choosing the decorations or something lol)
After his fight with Karl Dream is forced to be the therapist (he has no escape while Quackity cries about the state of his relationship), least to say Dream is very confused why Quackity thought he is the right person to ask about the relationship problems (srsly Q have you seen the state of his relationships???)
At this point Dream himself might try to give him tips, look he is not a fan of getting tortured but this is just sad, okay?
Perhaps he will manage to actually hurt Dream at some point but by then I think he would be too used to failing that it actually freaks him out more than it freaks out Dream himself. The rest of the "session" was spend fretting over Dream because god man you're bleeding! Dream is just there like ... isn't this what you wanted? And well yeah but also no! (Q has some very mixed feelings)
Overall though I think Q would maim himself in that cell more than he ever did to Dream. On accident of course. I never figured out the logistics of this one but it'd be hella funny if Q somehow managed to idk cut of his own finger or something of the sort which would just end up with him freaking out and Dream having to try to calm him down while also calling for Sam to bring a healing potion
I know that it's supper cannon inaccurate but it's really just a crack idea without any real plot behind it 😅
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merakiui · 11 months ago
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If I- if I may be so bold and share An Aventurine Thought™ that includes a breeding kink (or at least baby trapping)… 👀 (spoiler-free!)
Aventurine is a high-stakes, high-return gambling guy, yet at the same time he doesn’t make deals that don’t pay off. (info taken directly from his official description) He’s willing to risk it all, but the price you’ll have to pay is just as high.
So he offers you a deal: let him do it raw just for one night and if you don’t fall pregnant after that, he’ll disappear out of your life. But in the case that you do become pregnant, you’ll marry him and will be forever his.
Sounds straightforward, and the chances are obviously in your favor (20% risk of pregnancy), so you agree to it.
What you did not consider is that “one night” does not mean one single time, so now you’re getting railed and creampied nonstop all night long. 😈 Ooorrrr maybe he whisks you away onto a planet where night is permanent so that “one night” literally lasts forever. OR he pretends to play fair on that particular night, but unbeknownst to you, he’s been noncon’ing you in your sleep for weeks now, and he absolutely will continue to do so on all following nights. Gotta make sure his seeds take, right?
Either way, there’s no doubt your pregnancy test will come out positive. Aventurine knows that, but you don’t. And aww, aren’t you the cutest when your initial confidence slowly dwindles to uncertainty and nervous “what if?”s over the coming weeks? 🥰
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THIS IS SO DELICIOUS OH MY GOODNESS GOSH WOWOWOWOWOWOWOOOOOOOOO. OTL OTL I NEED HIM SO BADLY.
uuuwuwaaaa it pains me that I cannot articulate my thoughts in full without risking being ooc. </3 but omg this is everything and more!!!!! Aventurine watches you go from being so very confident to so very scared as the weeks pass and your period has yet to show and you start feeling more and more sick. Time to start looking into rings, dearest. Time to start looking for venues. Do you have any preferences? Just let him know and it shall be yours. <3 no need to look so disheartened. You agreed to this, after all. It's completely fair, and seeing as he's won this little gamble it's time for you to come to terms with your loss. Complain all you want; a deal is a deal, darling.
He's excited to plan the wedding with you, even more so when it comes time for you to pick a wedding dress. Of course you'll have to take into account the fact that, by the time it's finally the day of the big ceremony, you'll likely be so heavily pregnant. The dress may seem spacious now, but you'll grow into it. :)
And by then he's sure all of your vitriol towards him will have withered away into something soft and sweet.
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captain-hawks · 7 months ago
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What’s this? A Thursday edition of spicy sleepover??? Thank you as always, Dee!!
I think our dear Osamu needs some attention—perhaps in the bathroom 👀👀
impatient
osamu miya x f!reader
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You wear a new sundress to the twins' birthday party, and Osamu's patience treads a woefully thin tightrope.
wc: 1.2k
c: 18+ only, established relationship, bathroom sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie
SPICY SLEEPOVER - PART V
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“Didja really have to wear this?”
Osamu’s voice is a gravelly, labored exhale between the hot, messy press of his lips to your neck, punctuated by the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut as he pushes you up against it. 
“Should I go home and change?” you ask, the amusement in your voice tapering off into a gasp as he drags his teeth against the soft, sensitive juncture between your shoulder and your neck.
“Fuck no,” Osamu rasps, the damp trail of kisses making its way to the swell of your breasts that’s hardly contained by the neckline of your sundress.
To be fair, Osamu’s first time seeing you in this new sundress was when you picked him up from work earlier—and he subsequently spent most of the ride over to Atsumu’s apartment going through the seven stages of horny grief.
“Atsumu’s going to be mad if we’re late,” you chided as the hand on your knee began to migrate higher. 
“It’s my birthday party, too,” Osamu griped, lips turning downward in a pout as you laced your fingers with his and moved them to the outside of your thigh.
The goodwill of Osamu’s precariously balanced patience nearly ran out when you bent over to grab his brother’s gift out of the trunk—and you may very well have never made it inside, if not for the sound of Aran’s voice calling out your names in greeting as he leaned out the front door, the sound of music pouring out onto the sidewalk.
At the very least, the two of you managed to traipse through the house and backyard for hellos and before Osamu eventually caught you on your way back down the stairs from the bathroom.
It’s ironic, in a way—finding yourself pressed up against the inside of Atsumu’s bathroom door again, a breathy, low whine teetering on the edge of your lips as Osamu’s hands push up the skirt of your dress.
“Remember the last time—”
“—we ripped the towel bar right outta the wall.”
(Atsumu bitched about his security deposit for weeks.)
Osamu’s kneeling on the floor between your legs now, eyes sparkling with mischief as he gazes up at you, lips quirked upward in a grin as his hands brush the backs of your thighs. 
It was years ago, back when Osamu’s hair was still an ashy gray, when Onigiri Miya was still a pipedream. Before he got down on one knee in the middle of a busy sidewalk in the snow and choked out a laugh when he told you he couldn’t wait any longer, pulling a small, black box out of his jacket pocket.
This apartment and bathroom are far nicer than the last one, too, courtesy of the blonde twin’s MSBY salary.
But some things haven’t changed—like the way your husband’s staring up at you now, eyes alight with a hunger and fondness that hasn’t faded in the slightest. 
Osamu squeezes your ankle gently, and you lift one foot after the other as he slips your panties off, tucking them into the pocket of his black button down top for safe keeping.
“For someone that kept swattin’ me every time my hand went near yer ass out there, ya sure are wet,” he drawls from underneath your dress, coy as ever. 
Your ability to formulate any sort of response is quickly vanquished by the feeling of his fingers sliding through your slick folds, and you can feel the slick drip of arousal already beginning to slide down the inside of your thighs without your underwear to soak into.
Osamu knows what he’s doing when he slips a finger into your tight entrance, angling his free hand just right so that the cool metal of his wedding band is pressing into your clit.
“‘Samu,” you whine, palm clamped to your mouth.
He shifts his hand, massaging the throbbing bundle of nerves with the ring while he stretches you open further with a second finger, and an amused huff falls from his lips as you drag a shaking hand through his hair.
“That sure ain’t gonna be inconspicuous,” he muses as you tug on the dark strands and muss them even further, biting your bottom lip to stifle the moan crawling up your throat.
“I’m sure Atsumu’s got a brush in here somewhere,” you pant out, readjusting your balance as Osamu lifts your left foot to rest on the edge of the tub.
“‘m gonna pretend ya didn’t just say my brother’s name while I’m between your legs,” he grouses.
“Give me a reason to say yours again, then,” you tease, if only because you know what kind of a reaction that kind of provocation will get out of your husband.
Osamu snorts and rasps under his breath, “Ya love playin’ with fire.”
And it’s the only warning you have before he licks a broad, firm stroke down the length of your slit. 
Your husband is quietly modest about most of his talents, a pride that peeks through in the crinkling of his eyes when a new customer compliments his food. The steady, careful flex of the veins in his forearms as he shapes the rice with a rhythm that’s become muscle memory.
(He says Atsumu uses the Miya name to brag enough for the both of them, after all.)
But he’s different here, with his mouth latched onto your cunt like he’s never known a taste so divine. 
Osamu knows just how good he is at this—making you tremble and whimper beneath the dexterous tease of his tongue, saliva and arousal dripping down his chin as he glances up at your ecstasy-stricken face while he’s knuckle-deep inside of you. 
He might be the one on his knees, but you’re the one ready to fall apart, held aloft on continuous, cresting waves of pleasure only by the sheer precision of Osamu’s control over your orgasm. And he’s more than a little smug about it, too, as you writhe against the wall, tongue slipping into your cunt as he grasps the globes of your ass and works you open like a filthy, sloppy meal. 
“Osamu.”
Sparks of searing, hot pleasure burst through your veins, and your legs feel impossibly weak as the rest of your muscles are fraught with tension. Osamu’s quick to notice the trembling of your thighs, readjusting his grip to hold you steady as your hand slides down the wall.
But it’s all for naught when he thrusts two fingers back into your pussy and starts sucking on your aching clit, the coil of tension deep in your abdomen collapsing in on itself under the weight of your pleasure as an intense climax punches out of you. Your hand scrambles for purchase, fingers closing around something soft as clear liquid sprays from your cunt, and Osamu lets out a deep groan as you squirt all over his face and hand, finger fucking you through the waves of your orgasm, his own hand colliding with the wall as he begins to lose his composure as well. 
“Fuckin’ hell,” he exhales, voice rough.
There’s a loud snapping noise, and you glance beside you to find the towel bar dangling from the wall, both of your hands fisted in the material.
It’s only after Osamu’s subsequently bent you over the sink, cock plunging deep into your sensitive cunt until he’s filled you to the brim with ropes of hot, sticky cum, that he finally spares a remorseful glance at your joint handiwork.
“Should we try and fix it?” you ask as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before making his way across the curve of your jaw, dubiously eyeing the ruined drywall anchors.
Osamu turns and stares at it for a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons of doing something nice for his twin.
"Nah," he grins, twirling your panties around on his finger with a smirk before stuffing them back into his pocket and unlocking the bathroom door.
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