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❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 18+ How Filthy Are You: Raw & Naked ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Aries Venus: Tongue kissing, aggressive neck grabs, smacking, biting, pulling hair, aggressive fingering, gagging on it, talking extremely dirty, throwing the other person down, standing up while the other is on their knees, spanking, and ordering the other person around.

Aries Mars: Aggressively pulling your lover closer to you, so close their breath creates steam. Not in it for your lover's pleasure, purely in it for yours. Every stroke is closer to your orgasm. You slow it down, so you can build your orgasm, then faster, faster, faster. Until the orgasm comes, then you lie down, “I’m not finished,” you utter. You catch your breath, then get back up. Now it’s all your lover's pleasure. You start off slow, building your stamina, then faster, faster, faster; every moan they give you inspires a harder and more powerful move, until they’re shaking, begging you to stop, and you do your final move and they orgasm.

Taurus Venus: Watching porn, putting on lingerie, putting on makeup, taking a shower, slow lip kisses, massaging the most intimate parts of the body, putting oil on, lighting a candle, dry humping, licking the body in a trance, eye contact until the other folds, long session of head, extending time just cuddling and kissing.

Taurus Mars: Whispering in your lover's ear, “You ready?”, teasing them, putting it in then pulling it out, licking their pussy then kissing their thighs, playing with their nipples, then back to thrusting, back to licking. Slow and steady, no rush; the more they moan louder, the less you do. You’re trying to work them to their orgasm, not get them there immediately. Thrusting more and more with your fingers on her clit, pushing your body so close to theirs that every movement is felt. At the last minute, doing that one thing that turns them on so much, then watching them orgasm as you kiss them gently while they shake.

Gemini Venus: Watching porn, masturbating and making the other watch, dressing up, using sex toys, creating a plot, feeding your ego (telling you what you want to hear), teasing you with their words, fingering you, grabbing your neck, spanking, playing porn on the TV while getting or giving head.

Gemini Mars: A mixture of slow and fast-paced. One minute you’re making out, teasing the other playfully. Pause; you have a long make-out session again, telling the other person how good they look, how good their body looks, how much you crave and want them. Then you wait until they say they want it or are begging you for it before you slowly and carefully move towards them. Every thrust and lick comes with eye contact, then back to being preoccupied with pleasing. Each movement devours the other person; their moans are like long passive screams. The Gemini Mars can’t get enough; they want to finish in the naughtiest place they can and ask how they did afterward.

Cancer Venus: Cuddling, deep eye contact, holding hands and intimate kisses, long finger strokes across the most sensitive areas of the body, telling the other how much you love them, how special they are, the amount of care you have for them, kisses in places to mark one's territory, long sessions of head, licking and sucking nipples, playful teasing.

Cancer Mars: Relaxing, scented candle in the background with warm, freshly cleaned sheets, sitting in front of a TV as the movie plays in the background, a romance movie. Not wanting to do anything because you’re nervous, but glancing at the other over and over again, seductively. Slowly taking off clothes, leaning in for kisses, and grabbing on the most intimate parts of the other’s body. Backing up, taking a break and returning to the movie, then your lover becomes insanely horny and pushes you down on the bed from behind. You like this aggression; it makes you sweat, it makes you wild. Getting closer to your lover and kissing, tongue kissing, kissing all over their body, slowly working your way to the main session. Slow strokes, caressing their body while pleasing their spot. Saying I love you, I want you, I crave you, whispering in their ear all the way until they finish. Afterwards, you lie in the bed, sleepy, while you cuddle your lover.

Leo Venus: Playful teasing, playing a sex playlist, tongue kissing, complimenting the other, making them beg for it, making the other as horny as possible, slapping their ass, biting on their nipples, staring intensely, dominating the other, praising the other, using sex toys, pole dancing, stripping, giving head like there is no tomorrow.

Leo Mars: Having a good conversation, laughing, teasing, being overall playful. Staring at the other with a smirk, knowing what’s about to go down. The other person can’t stop touching you; you push them away, you make them earn it. This is not something you’re just going to give up easily; the person has to crave you, not superficially, but crave your dominance, crave your kind of pleasure. You let their eyes wander, you let them touch you where you want. You tell them what to do, and they do it. When you say more, they give more; when you say louder, they moan louder. They follow your commands, and they make you feel powerful. When you say, "say my name," they say it. Hot, sweaty, like a workout, you do what you need to make the person fully satisfied.

Virgo Venus: Taking a hot, steamy shower, drinking water or tea, or an energy drink, cuddling in bed, long, deep conversations, holding hands, tracing circles on their body, massaging their body, playing with the other person's hair, playing soft music in the background, slow, soft kisses, licking all over the other's body, slow and methodical head.

Virgo Mars: Eating a hearty meal together, having a talk about the day, unwinding, making small jokes, staring at the other, being nervous, playful hits, giving compliments to your lover as you make your way to the bedroom. Washing your hands, putting on some sounds to block out noise, then getting serious, pulling out the toys, the lotion, the oil, the sweet smell of the candle that you light while teasing your lover. Building intensity, slowly and methodically starting at one point of the body, moving all over slowly, taking time, making sure to please one spot before moving on to the other. Getting intensely pleasured at how much your lover is moaning, feeling satisfied. Having the stamina and lasting a long time, even your partner begins to beg for you to stop. You give in, then push back and give more until they finish. You finish off with taking a hot, steamy shower and putting on some fresh clothes.

Libra Venus: Wine and dine, soft kisses, playing in the other's hair, words of affirmation, gazing into each other's eyes, playful teasing, creating the ambiance, passionate holding of the other's body, warm embraces, fingering, giving head, staring into the other's eyes.

Libra Mars: Gazing into your lover's eyes, surveying their entire body, small kisses, soft strokes, deep analyzing of where you want to begin and what will build the most tension. Slow, taking it all in, heavy breathing, soft moans, building up momentum slower than fast, discerning the pace based on your lover's satisfaction, different positions, using toys, intensity as the orgasm builds, and holding onto the orgasm until the person can’t do it anymore, then holding your lover afterward.

Scorpio Venus: Intense staring, whispers, moments of silence, dark settings, candlelight only, under the covers, in lingerie, sex toys, whips, chains, handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, paddles, hot wax, aggressive play, pulling on the other's hair, dominating foreplay, gagging, intense head

Scorpio Mars: Intensely staring into each other's eyes, lip biting and caressing your tongue into your lover's mouth, spitting in their mouth, then smacking them intensely, pulling on their hair while you pin them down. Once pinned down, honing in and focusing first on their most intimate and scared areas of pleasure, slow and precise, licking, teasing, caressing, kissing. Then back to kissing and pulling your lover closer, so close into your body. You want to feel every ounce of them on you, and you thrust every ounce of you onto them: long strokes, powerful blows, intense movements, consistently until your lover gives in to orgasm, only to continue afterwards—continue to thrust, hold them, bite their ear, and make sure their pleasure extends beyond the orgasm.

Sagittarius Venus: Having a good time, drinking wine or liquor, getting high, free and anywhere, outside in nature, in public in a corner, at someone else’s house, fully naked and free, wild and untamed, licking nipples, playing with balls, giving soul-sucking head, playful teasing, filming, masturbating in front of one another, eating ass, using sex toys.

Sagittarius Mars: Having a blast, hazy feelings, laughing, teasing one another, trying to dominate your lover while your lover tries to dominate you, a power play game. Starting off with full intense thrusting, rapid pounding, fast, then faster, slow it down, then back to pounding, thrusting hard. First orgasm. Moving back into giving phenomenal head, the kind that doesn’t stop lick after lick, suck after suck, non-stop, barely breathing, second orgasm. Then it's time to switch up to asshole play; the third orgasm is the knock-out. And then fall asleep.

Capricorn Venus: Intense staring, silence, reading body language, inching closer, holding hands, kissing on the cheek, then moving to the chest, then moving to the genitalia, hair pulling, nipple biting, ass smacking, hand on the other's neck, telling them you want to fuck, feeling on their body, aggressive and long session of head, tongue kissing.

Capricorn Mars: Smirking while you rip off your lover's clothing, straight into it, heavy breathing and moaning, pressing hard against them, having them feel your body parts, your wetness, your hardness. Starting from the head, finishing at the feet. Kissing, forcing your dick into your lover's mouth, sitting on their face, nipple play, biting then licking your lover's boobs, intense sessions of head staring into your lover's eyes, strong thrusts, booty recoils, digging deeper and deeper into your lover. Ultimately waiting and waiting through the moans and screams for the ultimate orgasm. Acting completely normal after an hour of being nasty.

Aquarius Venus: Threesomes, orgies, watching others have sex, masturbating in front of the other, anal play, using sex toys, golden showers, choking, vibrators, lingerie, role play, bondage, cuckold, outdoor sex, gagging during oral sex, squirting, fingering, fisting, spitting in each other's mouth, pegging.

Aquarius Mars: Dedicating an ample amount of time to your love to explore all that you desire. Restraining yourself prior so that you can be extra horny and prepared. Watching your lover masturbate while you play with yourself. Teasing your lover, you walk to them and bend them over, anal play, eating their ass, fingering their ass, fingering their pussy then their ass, using all the holes available, mouth on pussy, mouth on dick, fingers in pussy, giving the dick a handjob while sucking on the balls, getting down and dirty, filthy, clothes ripped off. Going from aggressive head to small strokes on the clit for an orgasm. Going from gagging on the dick to riding your lover's face. Mixing different moves, pulling out the sex toys, trying different positions. Restraining from orgasm, as it inches closer you pull back, then start again. Sticking it in the asshole, then in the mouth. Fingering the pussy while eating it. On and on, slowing down when the orgasm inches closer then going back to it until both you and your lover orgasm.

Pisces Venus: Romanticism, cuddles, soft kisses, long gazes, expressing feelings, tight hugs, warm embraces, tracing circles on the other’s skin, a warm bath, a soft bed, compliments, nipple sucking, slow, deep breaths, a good playlist in the background, slowly removing clothes, whispering, toe sucking.

Pisces Mars: A cosmic dance with your lover, nothing harsh, simply a merging of the two of you closer to each other. Quiet glances, looking up and down, small gestures to emphasize that you crave your lover, a hand on their thigh, gripping it, a smirk as they grab a part of your body. Staring but then looking away, your lover comes to you. Holding their hands, kissing them slowly, soft kisses on the neck, down the back, near the spine, soft moans that one cannot hear loud, but it’s there, intense breathing. Merging closer and closer, on top of each other, feeling the other's breath. Caressing their dick, massaging their pussy, licking and sucking with ease and calm, back and forth with a rhythm. Getting into your favorite position, staring at your lover in awe, moaning, looking away, taking your time, not so fast, not so slow, but sometimes faster when it feels so good. Right there, right there you say as you continue to feel the intensity of the build-up of an orgasm. Letting the orgasm build until you can’t take it anymore and orgasm, then fall over for a nap, or sleep.

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wendichester · 2 days ago

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Okay so "happier" both parts just yk

Tore out my heart

Thanks.

But now I feel extremely guilty SO! REQUEST! Cuz how else would we deal with feelings

So, on that note, I'd like to request a Sam x Reader (established relationship), and like Sam has been away from the bunker with Dean for a hunt, but it took longer than expected bc they got another hunt right after and thus stayed away for like a week, and when he comes back it's just like tired, fluffy cuddles but refusing to sleep bc "we gotta make up for lost time"

(And maybe, if you think it's a cute idea, sleepy proposal where it's just in the moment, a quiet mutter of those four words)

Tysm and seriously I love your works, even when they make me cry <3

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ lost time,

summary. sam’s been gone too long, and now that he’s home, he refuses to let sleep steal a second more from you.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 810

The bunker door creaks open, and you’re already rushing down the hall before Sam can even set his bag down.

He barely has time to brace himself before you crash into his chest, arms wrapping tight around his waist. His laugh is soft and tired, rumbling through him as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deep.

“Missed you,” you mumble, voice muffled against his flannel.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “Missed you more.”

Dean claps him on the shoulder as he passes by, mumbling something about a shower and beer before disappearing down the hall, leaving you and Sam alone in the dim light of the war room.

You lean back just enough to look at him, your fingers tracing over his jaw, the dark circles under his eyes. “You look exhausted.”

He hums, tilting his head into your touch. “I am.”

“Then let’s get you to bed.”

But he shakes his head, a sleepy little smirk playing on his lips. “Not yet.”

“Sam—”

His hands slide down your back, anchoring you to him. “We gotta make up for lost time.”

Your heart stumbles over itself. “You’re literally falling over,” you point out, brushing his hair back, reveling in the warmth of him, the way he’s pressing every inch of himself into you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

His nose nudges against yours, lips barely grazing, just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Don’t care,” he murmurs, voice heavy with exhaustion and something sweeter. “Just wanna be with you.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “You are with me.”

“Not enough,” he mutters, catching your lips in a kiss—soft, slow, lingering. He tastes like road coffee and something distinctly Sam, something that makes warmth pool in your chest, something that feels like home.

You let him steal a few more kisses before tugging him toward the bedroom, despite his sluggish protests. The second the door closes behind you, his arms wind around your waist again, his face burying in your neck.

“God, I missed this,” he exhales, lips brushing over your skin.

Your fingers slide into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, and he shivers, exhaling through his nose. “Missed what?”

“You,” he murmurs. “The way you smell. The way you feel.” His lips ghost over your jaw, up to the corner of your mouth. “The way you kiss me.”

You smile against him, pressing one more kiss to his lips before coaxing him toward the bed. He groans when he finally collapses onto the mattress, arms still wrapped around you, pulling you down with him.

You settle against his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your ear. His fingers trace absentminded circles on your back, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your hairline.

For a while, it’s just soft breathing, the warmth of him surrounding you, the quiet comfort of being back where you belong.

And then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost think you imagined it—Sam murmurs, “Marry me.”

Your breath catches.

You tilt your head up, heart hammering against your ribs. “What?”

His eyes are half-lidded, heavy with exhaustion, but there’s something sure, something steady in the way he looks at you. His fingers brush against your cheek, his lips quirking into a lopsided smile.

“Marry me,” he repeats, voice low and warm, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Your chest tightens. “Sam, are you—?”

“Serious?” His thumb traces the curve of your cheek. “Yeah.”

You stare at him, searching for any hesitation, any sign that this is just sleepy delirium talking. But all you find is Sam—soft and certain and yours.

Your lips tremble. “You don’t even have a ring.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “I’ll get one.”

“You haven’t even planned a speech.”

He grins. “Do you really want a speech?”

You bite your lip, shaking your head.

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, voice dropping to a whisper. “Just want you to say yes.”

And really, how could you ever say anything else?

You curl your fingers into his shirt, pressing your face into his chest, your smile aching against his skin.

“Yes.”

Sam lets out a long breath, one of his arms tightening around you, his other hand burying in your hair. His lips find your temple, your cheek, your jaw, each kiss slow and lingering, sealing his promise.

Sleep tugs at him then, his body melting into the mattress, his grip on you loosening only slightly. “Gotta get a ring tomorrow,” he mutters, already halfway gone.

You smile, fingers tracing over his heart. “Plenty of time for that.”

He hums in agreement, his breathing evening out, warmth radiating from him as he finally lets sleep take him.

And as you lie there, wrapped in his arms, heart still racing, you know—this is everything.

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thatoneautisticshark · 1 day ago

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Price had first seen Simon's vulnerability back when he was only a sergeant and Price was a lieutenant. They had been working together a good month, getting along well, and fairly in sync in the field.

So Price wasn't expecting post mission to find Simon on the ground of the locker room, back pressed against the wall, sobbing and tugging his hair out.

Naturally he panicked a little trying to work out what was wrong with his sergeant, crouching down, looking him over for injuries. He knew Simon hadn't been injured but he couldn't think of anything else to help.

Once he calmed down a little he grabbed Simon's hands, tugging them down. “No no no. Don't do that Simon”The younger man remained sobbing but kept his hands still in Price's hands.

Price gently held them, trying to calm his sergeant down. “Come on, can you stand up for me please?”

When Simon followed the order with no arguments, sobbing even dying down, was when they discovered that touch and gentle orders helped.

It quickly became routine, post mission cuddling, giving occasional soft orders. And that slowly spiralled and changed, leading to the current routine.

Price sat back in his seat in the heli, eyes scanning his team. Gaz was sitting on the floor, next to soap, who was trying to teach him a hand clap game. And failing.

It seemed despite being an amazing soldier, Gaz struggled with children's games.

Price let his gaze wander to Simon who was rigid as he always was post mission. Price could see he was digging his nails into his thigh, and gnawing the inside of his cheek.

Price winced, knowing he couldn't help until they were back at base in private. And it was killing him. Simon so clearly needed the stress relief.

“Lieutenant? Can I see you in my quarters after landing?”

Simon nodded “Yes sir.”

Soap grinned. “Ooooohhh is Ghost in trouble?” He chanted in a sing-song voice “What'd he dooo?"

Price gently whacked the sergeant on his head. “No he isn't in trouble, Mactavish. I just need to discuss something with him. If he really wanted to immediately rest he could have denied the request and he knows that”

Simon quietly nodded, confirming the Captain's statements.

Soap dramatically flopped back into gaz's lap, with a groan “Boringggg!”

As the Heli landed, the two younger sergeants practically bounded out. Price stood up, stretching before glancing at the other. “Coming?”

In no time at all they were back in Price's warm comfortable room. Simon stepped forward, burying his face in Price's neck, arm wrapping around his waist. Price huffed a laugh, hugging him back, rubbing a firm hand up and down his back. “That's It, love, relax. There we go, Simon.”

Once they had been standing in the centre of the room for a good ten minutes, price sighed. “Luv, do you want to relax and just cuddle, or do it?” Silence “I need an answer Si, kinda changes whether we go to the couch or bed”

Again, not an answer, Simon just pressed his face further into the crook of his captains neck, rubbing his balaclava slightly against the scruffy beard. Price gently pulled him towards the couch.

“Executive decision, we are doing this. Say if you want to stop okay?” With the burden of making the choice taken off him, Simon relaxed slightly more, nodding.

Price grabbed a cushion, throwing in on the floor, before gently pushing Simon onto his knees on it. He then sat on the couch right in front of his lieutenant, who wasted no time leaning forward, resting his head against the others pants.

Upon his mask being edged up slightly he nodded letting the captain pull it fully off with a whispers praise of “Good boy. That's it, just relax, I got you.”

The older chucked the mask aside, holding Simon's face as if he were precious. His thumb stroking the others cheek. “Such a pretty boy aren't you, one your knees for a nasty buggar like me”

Simons face made it clear he wanted to argue, but was already to far in to form coherent words. He hummed, shaking his head against the fabric of Price's cargos.

Price ran a hand through the blond almost white locs. “Shh darling, don't think. I'm doing all that, just relax” he murmured as Simon pressed his up up against the hand in his hair, much like a needy cat.

Simon, looking up at him though his lashes, eyes glassy and far away. Hair tussled and drool leaking from his mouth always managed to do it for price, making his dick chub up.

The absolute trust the standoffish man had in him, to dip this far into an out of his state. Trusting him to gently take him apart, piecing him back together with no harm.

Price wiped some spit dribbling down Simons chin up, before slowly pushing his thumb past Simons lips, watching as Simon took it, letting it sit in his mouth with a pleased hum.

He knew Simon had an oral fixation, he usually had something in his mouth, gum pens, his own fingernails. The way Simon totally relaxed when he had Price's fingers - Or dick - in his mouth, never failed to amaze the captain.

Simon was absently sucking the finger in his mouth with soft groans, teeth on it, not really chewing but holding.

And god he looked so pretty, flushed and pink like this.

Price groaned, his prick pressing harshly against his slacks, so hard it hurt.

“Mm yeah, just like that good boy”He breathed as he fumbled the zip of his pants open. “Such a good, pretty boy.”

He finally pulled his dick out, tip flushed angry red from the neglect.

His eyes stayed on Simon's face, as he let the finger fall from his mouth. Price stroked himself a few times “Yeah you want this? Don't you lad? You want this big cock down your throat”

Simon nodded, whining desperately trying to put together enough words to beg. “I.. please….I.”

But Price gently shushed him. “Shh, not going to let my baby boy go without. Just relax Lovie. Don't beg love, don't think, just be a good boy yeah?”

Simon nodded, whining again. Eyes still shining with unshed tears, as Price stroked his hair.

Price placed his dick on the waiting lips and tongue, giving a punched out moan as Simon immediately began sucking and licking.

The elder threaded his hands back into his hair, guiding the head on his cock, with praises mixed in with moans “Ah yes.. fuck like that Simon. Such a good boy. Your mouth was just made for this. Like that darling”

With how pent up he was, it didn't take price long to come undone, and Simon swallowed every drop.

When he tried to pull his dick back, he was met with a whine, prompting a chuckle. “You just wanna sit with it for a minute lad? You and your fixation.” He teased, placing his softening dick back in the warm heat of Simons mouth, feeling him hum contentedly as he rested his head back on the plush thigh.

Not to sound beggy, but you guys realise you can send asks? Pleaseee I really want more ideas, I'm not that creative to have infinite ideasss

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bosinclairsgff · 3 days ago

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How the slashers celebrate Valentine’s Day with their s/o

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Dale Kobble, Albert Shaw, Herbert West, Jack Torrance ,Amanda Young, Baby Firefly and

Warnings: Mention of kidnap and that’s all I think?

Bo would forget but Lester or Vincent would tell him like the day before to go get you a small gift or a box of chocolates. He’d get you one of those basic heart shaped box of chocolates and some flowers. That’s all. Which considering who he is I’d say it’s a win. Bo would let you think he forgot and when you are all disappointed he’d pull out the flowers and chocolate. Giving you a huge hug and a kiss. Then you’d watch a movie together. (Bonus: you two or probably going to pound town by the end of the night.)

Otis would make you some really weird card, made out of human skin or some shit. Kidding….kinda. I do think he’d make you something though. He likes giving you handmade things. No chocolate or flowers or anything like that. Handmade, weird and low key a threatening card. It’d say something along the lines of I like keeping you around, if you try to run I’ll kill you, happy love day.

Dale would hand make you a card as well! His would be pretty and still slightly alarming but in a cute way. He’d use those heart shaped doilies in some way with his card. Dale would for sure get you a nice big box of chocolates. No flowers, instead, he made you a little doll that looks like you. You guys would exchange gifts then listen to a vinyl and cuddle for the night. He wanted to make a meal for you but Ruth shut that down immediately. She doesn’t want him messing up her kitchen.

Well you are literally kidnapped and locked away in his basement…so going out for Valentine’s Day is not in the foreseeable future. He’s kept you alive this long so he clearly has some kind of feelings towards you. He wouldn’t comedown all day until later in the evening. Al would tell you he has a surprise for you upstairs. At first you’d be so nervous and scared. He’d reassure you that it’s a nice surprise not a dangerous one. When you get up stairs you’d see he made an actual dinner for you. Not eggs in sight, which you were thankful for. Also you’d spot a small heart shaped box of chocolates.

Herbert would get so caught up in his work he’d completely forget. The only reason he remembered is because he heard Dan talking about his Valentine’s Day plans. Herbert was never the romantic type. He does care about you though and knows you deserve a nice date. So he’d surprise you with a reservation at a nice restaurant then you guys would watch a movie together at home while snacking on the box of chocolates he got you.

Jack doesn’t care really. You guys are at the hotel so when he realizes it’s Valentine’s Day he’d just go to the kitchen, look for a chocolate bar, get some paper and write a sweet message then call it a day. He would expect to be thanked and be seen as some amazing partner.

Amanda would get you flowers and a small gift. She’d get you a necklace with both of your initials on it. A very sweet gesture to show she really cares for you. All she would want is to just lay down and watch you sleep. Eventually falling asleep to while holding you close to her.

Baby would be so excited for Valentine’s Day. She’d talk about it all the time and about how she’s gonna get you the best gift. Baby would plan a whole night out for you guys. First you’d give each other your gifts, then you’d have dinner, after that you’d go to the liquor store and gets lots of booze. She’d want to sit in her room, watching shitty movies and getting drunk together.

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muhlsworld · 1 day ago

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CONFIDENCE

pairing: nika muhl x fem!reader

synopsis: nikas confidence is low due to the media and you comfort her

WARNINGS: nika being sad and just comfort

you can find the request here

nika knew the stigma around her and going to the pros but she never let it get to her because she knew she worked hard for where she was. even though her rookie season wasn’t what she had hoped she still knew she deserved to be there.

what had made things worse was once she went overseas and was getting playing time was when she tore her acl. the game had started great. nika was doing amazing. that was up until she felt her knee buckle.

you were there in turkey for a week so you could help her get adjusted. and when you saw her fall to the floor your heart stopped. it didn’t look good and you were worried for your girlfriend.

you had extended your trip to turkey once you knew for sure she tore her acl. you didn’t want her to be alone.

nika had finally gone through knee surgery and she looked so sad and you didn’t know what to do. you knew the injury must have been hard on her. basketball was her whole life.

you had just gotten back to the hotel room when you saw nika on her phone slightly sniffling. you quickly walked toward her to see what was wrong. “what’s going on?” you asked your voice full of worry. she didn’t say anything but just gave you her phone. and that’s when you saw it.

it was an article that was berating nika and her roster spot. the whole article mentioned how she wasn’t good enough to be in the wnba or to be playing overseas. and you couldn’t believe what you were reading. you knew nika worked day and night to be where she was.

“you know this isn’t true right?” you asked. she simply shrugged and didn’t say anything for a while. “i think they’re right.” she said blatantly. you stared at her in disbelief. “i got like no minutes and now im bed ridden so there goes my chance to ever play again. maybe they’re right college ball was my only chance.” she said.

your mouth slightly dropped at the words you were hearing. nika was always confident in her skills so hearing these words were truly baffling to you. “maybe i’m just not good enough.” she said sniffling.

“hey come on you know that’s not true.” you said softly and placing your hand in your thigh for comfort. “geno picked you to play for him years ago. you know he doesn’t pick people lightly.” you said slightly firmer so she could really hear your words. “he saw something in you. he saw your full potential that you could reach.” you said.

you didn’t even let her answer before you spoke up again. “you work your ass off day and night for this sport. and these people on the internet will never see all the work you put in and everything that you bring to your team. whether it’s on or off the court.” you said. nika smiled at your words.

“i know you’re right” she said. “but it just all gets to me knowing that i can’t to anything right now.” she said sighing. “i know but you need to rest and you can’t listen to all these negative things about you.” you said as you bring her into your arms. she cuddles up into you and hums.

“thank you.” she said softly into your chest. “for what?” you asked her. “for what you said. i needed to hear that. just all these negative things are always around but you always know the right thing to say.” she replied. “of course you know i always have your back baby.” you said as you kissed the top of her head.

you guys stayed cuddling until nika fell asleep in your arms. you were happy that you were able to boost her confidence just a little bit even with everything going on.

A/N: this is kinda short but i hope you guys like it

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moosesarecute · 16 hours ago

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Chapter 14: The Shadow to my Flame

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Ashe woke up and was no longer being cuddled by Azriel. However, her mind was in a little better place, so she didn’t feel totally abandoned like she did last night.

Azriel wasn’t cuddling her, but his shadows were. They held her almost like it was Azriel doing it. They were brushing through her hair and holding onto her legs. She felt herself pressing her head further and further into their comforting hold.

She didn’t open her eyes until Azriel sat down on her bed, and she felt it dip. He picked up her hand like he had done yesterday.

“Ready for some food? Or are you going to keep snoring?”

Ashe ignored his comment about her snoring and eventually got up from the warm bed, with her hand still in Azriel’s. Most of the shadows left her, but some of them still held on to various places on her body.

“Do you mind them?” Azriel asked her and she looked over at him.

He wore comfortable clothing, he was still in his pyjamas, and his hair looked quite messy. His eyes looked very light, and he smiled at her.

“I don’t mind them, I just-”

She stopped speaking when she noticed the table.

Azriel had moved her desk to the middle of the room and laid a small tablecloth on it. It was set for two and had various foods on it. Egg and bacon, oats and milk, and some chocolate croissants. On the middle of the table stood an unlit candle. Ashe almost gaped at the table.

“I made breakfast,” Azriel said. “Samli got us the croissants. Hungry?”

She sat down, still a bit shock about the kindness he shows her.

“Do you mind lighting the candle?” he looked hopeful at her.

She felt like a dark cloud covered her head. What if she hit him instead? What if she lost control and hurt him? What is she burned down the house? What if she hurt Samli and Thord after everything they had done for her?

“Breathe,” Azriel pulled her out of her spiral. His brushed his thumb over her hand and his eyes grounded her. “You can do this. Just remember to breathe. If something happens, we’ll work on it.”

Ashe doesn’t know why, but she trusted his words. His soft voice made her stress less.

So, she did it. She lifted her free hand, squeezed Azriel’s hand with the other and lighted the candle. She sent the smallest flame, and it lit the candle immediately. It was lit for about two seconds, before it extinguished.

She looked confused at Azriel, but he only smiled at her. He looked proud.

“Light it again.”

She did it and it extinguished once more.

“Again.”

The same happened.

“Do you understand?” Azriel asked her.

She shocks her head. No, she didn’t understand. She was just becoming more and more annoyed. She lit the candle, and it extinguished without any reason. How did it happen?

“Light it again.”

She got annoyed but did it anyway. Second after she had lit the candle, she saw how a single shadow flew through the flame and extinguished it. The shadow then danced with the smoke.

“You didn’t hurt me. I flinched, because it surprised me. I was expecting to be hurt, but it was only soft and warm. You are not a danger. I know you won’t ever hurt me or anyone else you care about. You have the flames, and I have the shadows. I’m the shadow to your flame.”

“The shadow to my flame,” she muttered.

Ashe heard his words and even though they highly warmed her heart, she couldn’t trust him just yet.

“But I lost control,” she said and looked down at her still bandaged hands.

Azriel carefully reached his gloved hand towards her and lifted her chin.

“Everybody loses control sometimes. That just means we practiced too much or did something that now was too difficult. Losing control is a good thing, because you now know what to practice so that is doesn’t happen again.”

She nodded at his words and meant it. He was slowly but surely getting through to her.

“I’m here when you’re ready to talk. I know it’s hard, but none of us can help you if we don’t know what you need help with, Flame. If you figure out what you’re needing, we’ll all help you get better.”

She nodded once more.

She should just jump into it, shouldn’t she? He had proven that he wouldn’t judge her and with her already broken mental state, it couldn’t be much worse.

She looked over to the floor length mirror she had covered. Ashe no longer dared to watch herself. She was too scared to see him and not herself. She didn’t know herself anymore, but for some reason, she hoped Azriel did.

“I can’t,” she started, but had to stop at her shaky voice. Azriel squeezed her hand a little and it gave her the courage she needed to speak, even if it was just a whisper. “I only see him. I no longer see myself.”

It probably was an awful explanation, but she couldn’t explain it better.

Azriel nodded at her words, and it was visible he was thinking. His shadows were swirling around his head and Ashe felt insecure about being left out of the conversation they were having.

“Do you trust me?” Azriel then asked.

Ashe should probably have spent some time thinking about her answer, but she didn’t hesitate.

“Yes,” she answered him confidently.

The most adorable blush grew on his face and Ashe couldn’t help but smile.

Azriel stood up and helped Ashe up with him. He walked both of them towards the mirror. Ashe hesitated for a second, but Azriel’s encouraging look helped her. He stopped when Ashe stood directly in front of the mirror. Azriel let go of her hand and Ashe immediately got more anxious. It was like his hand had been a lid to all her fears.

He looked directly into her eyes as he removed the blanket she had placed over the mirror.

Ashe could see herself in her side vision but chose to look directly at Azriel. He wore a soft smile and even in her state it made her weak in the knees. He kept smiling as he walked over to her, he took hold of both her arms and stopped directly behind her.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded, still not able to look at the mirror. She didn’t even dare to look at him through the mirror.

Azriel lifted his arm in a tempo where Ashe could stop him if she needed to. He stopped with his hand right under her chin. Ashe was well aware over what he was planning, but she let him do it anyway.

She could do it. She could do it. She could do it.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes.”

Azriel’s hand touched her chin and slowly moved her head so that her head faced the mirror. Ashe looked at the celling instead. Her brain convinced her that it would be his wicked smile looking back at her.

“Look at me,” he said, and Ashe tried to move her head around so that she could watch him over her shoulder. Azriel, however, stopped her movement by using a soft touch on her chin. “Through the mirror, Flame.”

She let out a small sigh. She hoped she could trick him.

After she had taken a few very deep breaths and long exhales, she moved her eyes to look at Azriel’s hazel eyes through the mirror. To prevent her eyes from jumping to another place, she began studying Azriel’s entire face. His hazel eyes were glowing from the sunshining, and she could see some brown stripes through his otherwise pitch-black hair. She saw how his lips were tilted up in a smile, but that the smile was slightly higher on his left side than the right.

“My father was my abuser too,” he started explaining and Ashe felt her heart scream at the thought of him being hurt. “I didn’t have an easy childhood, and even though I hurt people as a living, I would never hurt the innocent. Cassian’s father sent him to the Illyrian camps and forced him to learn how to protect himself. Cass is the most thoughtful fae I have ever met. Rhysand’s father was a strict High Lord and Rhys got some harsh love throughout the years, but Rhys does his best to see everybody. My friend Morrigan’s father sold her to the Autumn Court to make an alliance. I expect you already know this, but she almost died at her father’s hands. Mor is making sure the same doesn’t happen to other females from the Hewn City.”

He lifted his hand and Ashe involuntary looked at his movements. He lifted it and brushed it through her short hair. The red was showing almost more than the brown now. Ashe didn’t know what do think about it.

“You’re not Beron,” Azriel continued and Ashe felt her eyes widen at the sound of the High Lord’s name. Calling him Beron almost gave her the feeling that she didn’t need to fear him. “You, my Flame, are Ashe. You are Ashe, the female that wrote down as many details about the High Lord as you could, because you wanted to protect others. You saved me from the dungeons without even knowing me. And you took Samli’s punishment without even hesitating. Beron would never even understand why someone could do that without evil motives.”

Azriel moved his hand so that it cupped her face and Ashe focused on each and every scare she could see on his hand.

“You feel too much to be Beron. Okay, so you are a Wildflame that does crazy and dangerous things sometimes, but you also care so much for the people around you without even hesitating. You gave away all your money to Samli, because you knew she was struggling. You spilled tea on a guard and was ready to face the punishment when you saved me. Look me in the eyes and tell me you think Beron would ever do that.”

She couldn’t.

Realisation flushed over her as she realized she believed him.

“There she is,” he said, and Ashe couldn’t help the blushfilled smile she smiled at him. “I don’t know about you, but I have been admiring your eyes for the last couple of minutes. Wouldn’t you like to do the same?”

She listened to his voice and did as he asked her.

Her amber eyes looked even more golden than usual. She saw hope in herself. The dull eyes she had seen the last couple of times she had looked in the mirror was now gone.

She looked at a slightly skinnier version of herself that had shorter hair, but her eyes and smile was the same. She could see that now.

Somethings hadn’t changed.

“You look beautiful,” Azriel whisper to her.

Azriel had left after breakfast, but only after Ashe promised she would eat at least two more solid meals that day.

He had left with a squeeze of her hand, but deep-down Ashe wished it had been one more of those soft kisses to her lips. At the same time, she knew she should keep as much energy as possible taking care of herself.

She got dressed properly for the first time in weeks. She wore a simple dress she had gotten from Samli. It felt weird, but at the same time right to go down stairs in the middle of the day. Velaris was more beautiful at night, she realized.

She had spent the day with Samli. They ate lunch together and spoke about all and nothing. Samli had started knitting as a way to spent time. Neither Thord or Samli had gotten jobs yet, but Thord often got small odd-jobs. Samli found life without a farm to be boring. She had way too much time and didn’t know what to do about it.

Ashe felt the same.

She was used to working all day every day, but at the same time, her body was too weak to do anything about it.

It was dark when Thord got home from one of his odd jobs.

Samli and Ashe had prepared an easy dinner, and they ate together. It felt nice. They spoke and laughed like they used to do in Autumn.

Samli started doing the dished and Thord and Ashe sat down to play some cards before they went to sleep.

“What do you think about the shadowsinger?” Thord asked her. He looked a little worried.

Ashe didn’t know how to answer.

Azriel was amazing, fantastic, beautiful and he cared a lot about her. She felt safe in his presence and he made her smile like no other.

But telling Thord all that felt weird. She hadn’t even told Azriel about it.

“Thinking about anything special?”

Thord laid out his next card and Ashe realized she was definitely going to lose.

“He cares a lot about you,” Thord said next. “I’m just wondering if you think the two of you might have a future together.”

Ashe certainly hoped they did.

“I hope so,” she said and fought a blush. “But I haven’t been able to think much about the future lately.”

Ashe laid down her card and hoped Thord’s last card wasn’t the right one. However, they way his eyes lit up told her that she had lost.

“But you don’t feel anything particularly powerful about him?”

Ashe looked confused at him. What was he talking about?

“I’m just saying, as a mated male myself, I can see a lot of similar behaviour in Azriel’s actions towards you. I don’t know for sure of course, but if I was you, I would have thought about it. Held my eyes open and so on.”

Thord let down his last card, let out an awkward “yay” and moved to help Samli with the rest of the dished. She washed and he dried. It seemed like that was how they did it. When they finished, Thord kissed Samli’s forehead tenderly and took her hand.

“Think about it, love,” he said to Ashe before the two of them went to bed.

Was it true?

Was Azriel her mate?

On one side, she felt extremely happy. Azriel was the fae she cared the most for. She would love for him to be her mate. The thought of being able to spend eternity with him made her entire body filled with butterflies.

On the other side, what if Thord was wrong? What if Azriel wasn’t her mate and she had just gotten her hopes up?

Ashe knew one thing for sure.

It was only one way to find out.

The next morning, she would ask him. So, she spent the night preparing to either have the happiest or most heartbreaking conversation in her entire life.

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 day ago

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The Proposal; Chapter Three, The Unexpected Connection.

Summary: Going to what seems to be a childhood dream for most except for the rich snobs, rude gossiping ladies, feeling out of place and awkward... until your knight in shining hockey man arrives.

Warnings: Reader being gossiped about and put down, Reader being out of place, Reader getting absolute princess treatment, Protective! Nico, Caring! Nico, Drinking but not drunk, Praise (given), Reader and Nico have a moment on the dance floor, Nico opening up to reader, Teasing! Nico, Cuddling.

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Part 1 - Part 2

You're in the bedroom, a mountain of fancy dresses and accessories thrown across your bed. You've never owned such expensive or glamorous clothes before, and the weight of them is almost overwhelming. "How am I supposed to pick just one?" you mutter to yourself, running your fingers over the silks and satins of the dresses. The jewelry is just as extravagant, the sparkling necklaces and earrings catching the light as you move through them.

You look at the clock - Nico had left a few hours ago to help with the last-minute preparations, leaving you alone to get ready. You'd tried to tell him you were perfectly capable of getting ready without his help, but he'd been insistent on providing everything you'd need for the party. Now, you're standing in the bedroom, still in your bathrobe, trying to figure out how to choose a dress and how to style your hair. You pick up one of the dresses, a silky garnet red number with a low back and a high slit up the leg. It's a stunning piece, and you can imagine the way it would cling to your curves and accentuate your figure. But as you hold it up against yourself in the mirror, you're struck by a wave of insecurity. "What was he thinking, buying this for me?" you murmur, feeling a pang of anxiety. It's too sexy, too attention-grabbing. You've never worn something like this before, and the thought of walking into a room filled with high-profile guests dressed like this is both thrilling and terrifying. "Damn it," you mutter, frustrated with yourself. "Why is it so hard to pick just one?" You look back at the red dress again, the silky fabric taunting you, daring you to put it on and feel like a movie star. "Screw it," you say out loud, your voice a mix of determination and anxiety. "I'm going to be there with some of the biggest stars in the city. If I'm going to be in the spotlight, I might as well go all out."

You quickly shed your bathrobe and step into the red dress, the silky fabric sliding over your skin like a lover's caress. Looking in the mirror, you have to admit - you look amazing. The dress fits like a glove, clinging to your curves in all the right places, the slit in the hem giving a tantalizing glimpse of your upper thigh. You try to calm your nerves as you step into the accompanying shoes, a pair of sparkling red heels that match the dress perfectly. Then, you turn your attention to your hair and makeup, trying to achieve that perfect balance of glamour and elegance. After what feels like hours of prep, you look at yourself in the mirror, proud of the work you've done. Your hair is styled to perfection, your makeup flawlessly applied. The red dress hangs from your body like a second skin, the jewels at your throat sparkling in the light. You look like a movie star, someone straight out of a Hollywood fantasy. Suddenly, there's a knock at the cabin door. Your heart lurches into your chest, your palms suddenly sweaty. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you walk towards the door. Opening it, you see a car waiting outside, the driver standing there with a professional smile. "Good evening, miss," he says, his gaze flickering over your outfit. "Mr. Hischier has arranged transportation for you to the party." Without waiting for a response, he opens the back door of the car for you, gesturing for you to step inside. Your heart skips a beat as you realize this is it - you're about to embark on this glittering adventure, into the world of high society and extravagance. Taking a deep breath, you step into the car, feeling both excited and slightly nauseous.

As the car pulls up to a grand, lavish location, your heart races in your chest. The building is enormous, its facade decked out in twinkling lights and garlands, the sounds of music and laughter spilling out into the night. A row of expensive cars lines the driveway, their headlights illuminating the valet parking as drivers help guests step out of the vehicles, their outfits just as fancy and extravagant as yours. You take another deep breath before getting out of the car, the cool night air hitting your face and causing a shiver to run down your spine. Straightening your dress and smoothing your hair, you take a few steps towards the entrance, your heart still pounding as the sound of music grows louder while you start to look for Nico. The interior of the building is just as grand as the exterior, its high ceilings decorated with sparkling chandeliers and lavish tapestries. The atmosphere is one of opulence and extravagance, and the people around you are all dressed to impress, their expensive suits and jewel-bedecked dresses only adding to the aura of glamour. You step further into the room, your gaze sweeping over the crowd searching for a familiar face. But everyone seems to blend together, all of them beautiful, well-off, and dripping in wealth. You feel a twinge of anxiety, a moment of doubt. What are you doing here, among these people? Just as you're starting to wonder if this might have been a mistake, someone touches your arm, making you jump slightly. You turn to see Nico standing there, a charming grin on his face that makes your heart skip a beat.

He's dressed in a tailored dark suit, the fabric hugging his lean frame perfectly. His hair is swept back from his face in a tidy but handsome style, and a hint of cologne drifts from him, something spicy and masculine that makes your head spin. "There you are, grumpy," he says, his gaze drinking in your appearance. "You look…" He trails off, his eyes widening as he takes in the full effect of your dress. "Wow. You look incredible." You can't help the flush of pleasure heating your belly that spreads at his words. Your heart flutters in your chest, a smile tugging at your lips. "You don't look so bad yourself," you manage to tease, your voice shakier than you would have liked. He grins at your compliment, his eyes sparkling. "I knew red would look good on you," he says, his gaze travelling over your body, taking in every curve and dip of the dress. You feel self-conscious for a moment, his gaze feels almost like a physical touch, igniting a fire under your skin. "Everyone seems to be… so wealthy," you murmur, looking around at the crowd again. Nico just shrugs, a careless grin on his face. "Yeah, these parties tend to attract a certain crowd," he says. "But don't worry, grumpy. You fit right in." He offers you his arm, a silent invitation. You hesitate for a moment, feeling once again out of your element. But then, with a deep breath, you slip your hand into the crook of his arm, feeling suddenly steadied by his presence. As you let him lead you through the crowd, people turn to look at you, their eyes lingering on your figure and your attire. You can feel their gazes like pinpricks on your skin, some curious, some envious. Some are outright staring, their mouths hanging open at the sight of you on Nico's arm. Nico seems to thrive on the attention, swaggering through the crowd with a confident grin on his face. He looks utterly comfortable, completely in his element. As you pass by a group of well-to-do women, you catch snippets of their hushed conversation, their voices sharp with jealousy.

"Is that Nico Hischier?" one of them murmurs. "Who's the girl he's with? She's gorgeous." Another one sniffs, her voice icy. "She looks out of place. Probably just some… puck bunny or something he picked up." The words sting, but before you can react or say something, Nico's arm tightens around yours, pulling you closer to him. His voice is gruff when he speaks, sending a thrill through you. "Ignore them, grumpy. They're just jealous." His proximity, his protective gesture, sends your heart racing, a flutter of feelings stirring deep within you. You nod mutely, trying to ignore the stares and whispers as he keeps leading you through the crowd. He guides you towards a bar, and with a quick nod to the bartender, you're handed a glass of champagne. He takes a glass for himself and turns back to you, a spark in his eyes as he takes a sip. "So," he says, his voice low and intimate. "How are you holding up, grumpy?" You take a sip of your drink, the bubbles refreshing in your mouth. "I'm… managing," you say, your voice soft and shaky. The noise of the party feels overwhelming, the voices and music buzzing and swirling in your ears. "I just feel… like a little out of my element, I guess." He chuckles, taking another sip of his champagne. "I had a feeling you might feel that way," he says, his gaze roaming over your expression, taking in your slight unease. "But trust me, you're doing great. You're handling it way better than I thought you would." The honest praise in his voice makes you feel a little better, a warm sense of pride swelling in your chest. "Thanks," you murmur, your voice growing slightly steadier. "I guess I just wasn't expecting everyone to be so… wealthy and fancy." He laughs again, an amused sound. "Yeah, these kinds of parties tend to be a bit…" he waves his hand, "flashy, shall we say." He drinks half the rest of his champagne, his gaze locking with yours. "But you're the one making an impression, grumpy. Everyone is staring at you, and I don't blame them."

His words make you feel flustered, your heart skipping a beat as he says the last part. "Are you sure they're just… staring at me out of admiration?" you ask, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and insecurity. "I feel like they're also judging me." He hums, taking another sip of his drink. "Oh, they're definitely judging you," he says with a smirk. "But don't take it personally. These people judge everyone, even each other. It's this city. Everyone is so… competitive and image-focused." You nod, your eyes roaming over the crowd, taking in the perfect outfits, the perfectly styled hair, the perfectly coiffed smiles. It's intimidating, to say the least. You frown at his words, a pang of disappointment filling you. "So I'm really just a piece of eye candy for them?" you ask bluntly. He sighs, his expression shifting to something softer. "It's not that simple," he says, his voice gentle. "Sure, there are people here who would judge you just on what you're wearing. But then there are others who'd judge you for no reason at all. Like I said, this city can be harsh. But it's not always bad. And you haven't met the right people yet… besides me, of course." His tone is reassuring, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a half smile. "Besides, you're not just eye candy," he adds, his gaze flicking over your body again. His eyes linger on the slit of your dress, the curves of your legs, the smoothness of your skin. His look makes you feel exposed, like he's seeing something underneath your skin, like he's seeing the real you, the you that you've tried to keep hidden. Your heart begins to race, beating against your chest until you can hardly breathe. "Is that so?" you manage to croak out, your voice hoarse. "Then what am I supposed to be other than eye candy, then?" He chuckles again, the sound deep and warm. "Well, you're strong," he says, his voice lowering slightly, "and you're smart, and you're fearless. You're everything these people aren't." He takes a step closer, his body almost brushing against yours, his gaze locked on yours. "You're not just eye candy, you're something special. And they just can't handle that."

His words echo softly in your ears, the compliment sinking deep into your core. You feel a flutter of something in your chest, a swelling of warmth and something else you can't quite name. "I…" you begin, but your voice trails off, lost in the sight of his handsome face looming closer to yours. He leans in, his face now just inches from yours. "You're not gonna let some pompous and judgmental strangers in a fancy party ruin your night, are you, grumpy?" he whispers, his voice a low, intimate rumble. You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the faint but intoxicating scent of his cologne mingling with the scent of your perfume. "No," you murmur, your voice a soft, breathless agreement. "I'm not going to let them." He smiles, the corners of his lips curling up into a sly, victorious smile. "Atta girl," he murmurs, his hand moving to touch your chin, tilting it up gently. "That's the attitude. Now, if you're not gonna let them get to you, you're gonna have fun, right?" You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah," you reply, a hint of determination in your voice. "Yeah, I'm gonna have fun. I'm not gonna let these people bring me down. I'm gonna enjoy the night." The party is in full swing, the noise and music and laughter of the guests filling the air. You and Nico have been moving effortlessly through the crowd, stopping every now and then to chat with someone. He seems to have some sort of social pull, everyone seems to know him and greet him with familiar warmth. You're starting to feel a little more comfortable, even making a couple of light-hearted jokes and a few smiles here and there. But, you can't help but feel a bit of self-consciousness, especially with the way some of the other guests look you over, whispers following in your wake. As the strains of a slow tune waft through the air, Nico casually slips his hand into yours and tugs you closer. The gesture is subtle but intentional, guiding you onto the dancefloor without asking. He wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling your body against his. He gently rests his chin on your head, the height difference between you forcing you to look up at him.

The feel of his body against yours, the heat of his touch, the scent of his cologne in your nostrils all overwhelm you. You can feel the other couples, their eyes on you, and you hold your breath, expecting the judgmental whispers and the stares, but Nico seems to brush them off, his eyes glued to your face, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Relax, grumpy," he murmurs, his voice low. "Just focus on me." You try to relax, taking a deep breath and focusing on the feel of his hard muscles against your soft curves. His hand on your waist is firm yet gentle, grounding you in the moment and helping to distract you from the stares. He guides you in a slow, swaying motion, the song a soothing lullaby that seems to wrap around you in a bubble of privacy, just the two of you in the middle of a crowd of people. You can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your forehead. You're so close to him, your bodies almost molding together seamlessly, the heat and the scent of his skin surrounding you like a comforting cocoon. You can't help but notice how good he feels, how solid and strong he is, and how the way his hand rests on your back makes you feel both small and protected at the same time. You're silent for a moment, enjoying the moment, until Nico's low voice breaks through the silence. "You okay, grumpy?" he asks, his lips almost brushing against your ear. The gentle caress of his breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine, and you nod, your voice catching in your throat. "Y-yeah," you stutter, your brain trying to come up with a more articulate response than a simple 'yeah'. "I'm… I'm fine. I'm okay. Just… trying to ignore all the eyes on us." He chuckles, his chest vibrating against your cheek. "Don't worry about them," he says, his voice firm but soothing. "They don't matter. What matters is you, me, and this song. And I'm not done with you yet." He pulls you even closer to him, your bodies now flush together, his free hand splayed over your lower back.

You're practically draped over him, your body pressed against his in a way that should be inappropriate, intimate even, and you can feel the heat from his skin seeping through the fabric of your dress. The slow music continues to swirl around you, the notes wrapping around the two of you like a warm, comforting embrace, and somehow the world around you feels like it's fading into the background, leaving only the two of you in this private bubble. His touch is so possessive yet gentle, it makes your heart race, your breath catch in your chest. You're acutely aware of his every movement as he starts to sway with you, his body moving in time with the music. You almost forget about the rest of the world, the only thing you're aware of is the feel of his hand on your back and the slow, steady beat of your heart. "You know," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair, "I haven't even thanked you properly for tonight." You blink up at him, your mind suddenly shifting gears. Thanks? What for? He's the one who invited you to this fancy party, who got you into this nice dress, who's dancing with you now. You don't deserve his thanks. But the warm smile on his face, the gentle look in his eyes make you want to argue. "For what?" you ask, your voice soft. He lifts an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth tugging into a half smile. "For going out of your comfort zone," he says, his thumb tracing idle circles on your back. "For being here, with me. You could have said no, stayed at the cabin, avoided all the judgmental eyes.. for me." Your heart stutters for a moment, his words igniting a warm flutter in your chest. He's right, you could have stayed at the cabin, but you didn't. You came, at his request, despite your anxiety over the environment. He's thanking you for trusting him enough to follow his lead. You raise an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "So you're saying you have some influence over me?" you tease, your voice light and playful.

"Oh, absolutely," he replies, a smirk of his own curving his lips. His hand moves lower, now resting almost possessively on the small of your back. He pulls you even closer, his body now molding against yours seamlessly. "I wouldn't say I have control over you… just a fair bit of influence." He chuckles, leaning down to murmurs in your ear. "And I plan on using it wisely." His proximity sending a rush of warmth through you. You try to ignore the fluttering in your chest, but it's getting harder and harder to hide. His arm pulls you even tighter against him, his body now flush against yours. "Oh, and how are you planning on using it, exactly?" you ask, your voice now a mixture of curiosity and challenge. He smirks, his arms tightening around you, his muscles flexing. "Oh, I have some ideas, grumpy," he whispers, his voice low and gravelly. "But I think it'd be better to show you." With a fluid movement, he spins you slowly, his hold on you still firm and gentle. Now you're turned so you're looking straight at him, your body facing his. He leans in, his mouth hovering just millimeters away from yours, his breath fanning over your skin, his eyes fixated on yours. "Ready?" The proximity of his face to yours makes your body thrum with anticipation, your heart hammering against your ribcage like a trapped bird. You swallow, your throat dry, and your voice comes out a little hoarse. "Ready for what?" you manage to croak out, your eyes locked on his. A soft, amused chuckle escapes his lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He's so close, your bodies almost pressed together, his hand still holding you possessively in place. "You're not playing dumb, are you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You know damn well what I'm going to do." Your mind is spinning, trying to process his words, trying to figure out the implications of his statement. You want to deny it, to say something witty or sarcastic, but the heat in his gaze, the heat emanating from his body, the way his hold on you is so possessive and firm makes it hard to think, let alone speak. "But I…" you begin, your voice trailing off.

He leans in, his lips hovering just millimeters away from yours, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that steals the breath from your lungs. For a moment, time seems to stand still, the sound of the music and the chatter of the crowd becoming a distant, background noise. Then, he moves, closing the gap between you in a single fluid motion, pressing his lips to yours. For a brief moment, your mind goes completely hazy, your body frozen in surprise. But then, the kiss deepens, the heat of his lips, the press of his body, sending a flurry of sensations through you. It's everything and nothing all at once. It's new, strange, exhilarating and slightly terrifying. The taste of his lips, the feel of his body pressed against yours, the heat pooling low in your stomach, all combine into a chaotic mix of sensations that blur your thoughts. Your mind goes blank for a split second, your body acting entirely on instinct, moving instinctively into the kiss, pressing closer against him, your arms coming up to rest on his shoulders, holding on to him like a lifeline. The kiss deepens further, his tongue seeking entry to your mouth, his arms around you like a steel trap, trapping you against his body. You can feel every inch of him, the hardness of his muscles, the heat radiating from his flesh, the press of his body against yours, igniting a fire in your core that spreads through your body like gasoline and matches. Your mind feels like it's spinning, your senses drowning in him and only him, his lips, his mouth, his body overwhelming every other thought, every other feeling, until you forget where you are, who you are. The kiss finally eases, pulling back after what feels like an eternity, their mouths parted slightly, their foreheads resting together against each other. The music and the chatter of the guests continue, but for a few moments, they seem distant, everything else fading into the background. His arms still hold you close, one hand splayed possessively over your lower back, the other resting lightly on the nape of your neck, his thumb moving in gentle, soothing circles against your skin. His face is mere inches away from yours, his eyes searching your face.

Your heart is still racing, your body still humming with aftershocks of the kiss. It feels surreal, like a dream, that moment frozen in time where nothing else matters except the feel of his body against yours, the sound of his heavy breathing, the scent of his skin. You can almost forget where you are, who you are, but his grip on you is so firm, so grounding, that you can't help but feel a strange sense of safety and comfort. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "You alright there, grumpy?" he whispers, his lips almost brushing against your ear, the heat from his breath sending shudders down your spine. He's still holding you close, his grip strong yet gentle, his body still molded against yours, his hands like anchors keeping you grounded in the moment. You nod, your words coming out softer than you expected. "I'm…I'm okay," you murmur, the words slightly slurred by the lingering effects of the kiss. You're still reeling, your mind trying to process what just happened, but the feel of him holding you, the sound of his voice, the heat of his body against yours is helping you come back to reality, piece by piece. He lets out a low, soft laugh, his chest vibrating under your touch. "Just okay?" he teases, his grip on you loosening slightly, his thumb now tracing idle circles on your skin. "I think I can do better than that, grumpy." He leans in, his lips brushing against your earlobe, his breath warm against your skin. "Want me to try again?" A shiver runs down your spine at his words, his breath against your skin causing a jolt of heat to spread through your body. The kiss before was overwhelming, but the thought of another one, so soon, with him holding you so close, sends a rush of anticipation through you. You nod, the nod coming out as more of a whimper than you were expecting, your voice shaky. "Yes…" you whisper. He smiles, the smile growing wider, his hand moving to cup your chin, tilting your head back so you have to look up at him. "Good answer," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, his eyes still fixed on yours. "Now, relax, just let me do the work, alright?"

You and Nico make your way back to the rented cabin, the quiet surrounding you both an almost stark contrast to the party you had attended. The night has grown cooler, the air crisp and clear, the stars twinkling overhead. The moonlight spills through the trees, illuminating the trail, while the occasional night animals can be heard in the woods. As you walk, you remain close to him, a part of you still buzzing from earlier in the evening. The memory of the kiss, the feel of his body against yours, the weight of his hand on your lower back, it's all still vivid in your mind. He walks beside you in silence for a few moments, the only sound the crunching of the leaves underfoot. Finally, he speaks, his voice soft in the quiet night. "You enjoyed yourself, grumpy?" It's a casual question, but you can catch a hint of something more hidden beneath it, a curiosity, perhaps. You turn to look at him, trying to gauge his expression in the shadow of the night. There's a slight smirk on his lips, as if hinting that he already knows the answer, but he's just waiting for you to admit it. You pause for a moment, considering your answer.

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," you answer honestly, choosing your words carefully. You don't want to sound too impressed or over eager, but you don't want to pretend like you didn't enjoy yourself either. He hums thoughtfully, his eyes still fixed on your face. "Just 'not bad'?" there's a hint of a challenge to his tone, as if trying to draw more of a reaction from you. You give him a sidelong glance, a small smirk on your lips. "Don't push your luck, smart-ass," you reply, your tone a mix of feigned annoyance and amusement. He can see you're not buying his act of nonchalant indifference, and the smirk on his own lips deepens. "But I suppose it was 'somewhat enjoyable'… for a rich, snobby person party," you add, making sure to put enough emphasis on the 'somewhat' to imply it was, at best, a half-truth. He chuckles, a soft, low sound, the sound making your stomach do a small flutter. "You wound me, grumpy," he teases, his tone playful, but with a hint of an edge to it. "I'll have you know this party was for very classy, very important people." He pauses, then adds wryly, "I don't see what's so bad about wanting to enjoy the evening, especially with such an… interesting companion." You roll your eyes, a small scoff escaping your lips. "Interesting? Is that the best word you can use to describe me?" you ask, feigning annoyance yet again. Nico chuckles in response, clearly not buying your act. "Oh come on, grumpy," he drawls, his voice low and slightly mocking, "we both know you had a good time tonight. You don't have to pretend otherwise." You huff, your hands going to your hips in a haughty pose, but you can't help but let out a small laugh. This man is insufferable, yet somehow you can't help but find him charming. "I did not have a good time," you insist, trying to sound grumpy but failing. "The only good thing about it is that it's over."

He raises an eyebrow at your statement, a skeptical look in his eyes. "So, in short… you didn't have fun. You didn't like the people, you hated the food, the music was terrible…" he recites back to you, each word spoken slow and deliberately, clearly not buying your act of indifference. "The dancing… the kiss?" You look anywhere but him at the mention of the kiss, the memory of it still fresh in your mind. You shift uncomfortably, trying to act nonchalant. "The kiss was… unexpected, I'll give you that," you murmur, your eyes looking anywhere but his face. "But it wasn't the highlight of the evening." He laughs softly, enjoying your awkward attempts to sidestep the topic. He knows he's getting under your skin, and is taking great joy in it. "Unexpected, but… enjoyable?" he presses, his voice low and deep. "Come on, grumpy, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy the kiss. Didn't you like it?" Your body suddenly feeling warm as you recalled the warmth of his lips. The thought of admitting your enjoyment to his question causes your heart to skip a beat. You can see the hint of a smirk on his lips as you struggle to find an answer. "I… It was…" you blurt out, your voice betraying a hint of hesitation. "It was… fine." As they approach the cabin, the night growing colder around them, Nico notices the way you shiver slightly, your body reacting to the chill in the air. He glances down at you, his eyes taking in your slightly shivering form. Without a word, he shrugs off his light coat and drapes it over your shoulders, his movements swift and casual. "Can't have you freezing, can we?" A part of you wants to protest, to tell him you can handle the cold yourself, but the warmth of his coat enveloping you, the scent of his expensive cologne on the fabric, it's too hard to deny. You murmur a soft "Thank you" as you pull the coat snugly around yourself, the material warm and plush against your skin. He smiles at your murmured words, his eyes taking in the sight of you wearing his coat, a small sense of pride in the fact that you are now wearing something that is his. "You're welcome," he replies nonchalantly, as if it was a completely normal thing to do. "I just figured it was the least I could do to keep you warm."

You and Nico make your way into the cabin, the wooden walls enclosing you in a cozy bubble of warmth. The night's chill is kept outside, and the air inside is comfortable and warm. As the door shuts behind you with a soft click, Nico turns to you, his eyes taking in the sight of you, still wearing his coat. "So, sleepy, grumpy?" he teases, a hint of mockery in his voice. You roll your eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I could always make you sleep on the couch again, you know?" you reply sarcastically, your voice laced with feigned nonchalance. In truth, the idea of sharing a bed with him after tonight makes you slightly uneasy just as it did when it first happened, but you know you've got no other choice. His smile widens at your response, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, trying to get rid of me so soon?" he drawls, his tone light and teasing. He walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge, patting the space next to him. "Come on, you know you don't actually have the heart." You hesitate, your eyes flickering over to his inviting form, still seated on the bed. Part of you wants to stand your ground, to make a snarky comment, but the other part, the part that is tired and weary, the part that just wants to get this over with, is winning. You huff out a resigned sigh and make your way over to the bed, sitting down on the edge, still leaving a small space between you two.

He notices the small space you leave between you, his smile growing a bit wider. He scoots over closer to you, his shoulder pressed against yours. "Comfy enough for you?" he asks, a hint of mockery in his voice, as if he already knows the answer. You resist the urge to scoot away, instead just giving a small, dismissive nod. "Just fine." The truth is, the warmth of your body a few inches from his is making you incredibly aware of his presence. You can feel his body heat, the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Your heart rate has picked up again, your thoughts racing. He notices the change in your breathing, the way your heart rate has picked up. He can sense your uneasiness, and a flicker of something almost like concern passes over his face, although his expression quickly hardens again, returning to the easy nonchalance he always seems to wear. He hesitates for a moment, a rare moment of genuinity on his face. "Can I say something?" You turn to look at him, your heart beating a bit faster, wondering what he'll say. "What is it?" you ask, trying to sound casual, as if you're not expecting anything serious. He hesitates again, searching for the right words. "I know we're not… close," he starts, his tone careful. "And we have our differences. But I just want to say… I had a good time at the party." He seems almost vulnerable, his voice softer than it's ever been. "I'm not used to… that kind of thing. Having fun, I mean. It was… nice, I'm used to faking a smile and hanging around the parties until I can leave… I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed myself like I did tonight." Your eyes widen as he speaks, surprised by the unexpected honesty. You weren't expecting him to actually open up, to admit something so… genuine. The thought of him finding enjoyment in something that you didn't think was possible surprises you, yet it makes your heart swell a bit, in an odd way. "You… actually enjoyed yourself?" you find yourself asking, your voice soft. "Because of me?"

He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. "Yeah, because of you," he replies casually, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You were… fun to be around. More fun than I thought. And you… you made me feel… I don't know. Not so alone, for a change." You're a bit taken aback by his honesty, by the truth in his words. You never thought that he would open up about something like this, especially to you. You're used to his snarky comments, his mocking tone, his nonchalant attitude, but this… this is entirely different. You don't know what to say, what to do, except to respond with a small, soft, "Oh." He chuckles in response, his eyes roaming over you, taking in your surprise. "Cat got your tongue, grumpy?" he teases, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're usually so quick with a sarcastic remark." You huff in response, your usual snarkiness returning. "I'm just… processing," you reply, feeling a bit defensive against the teasing. "It's not often you let your guard down." He shrugs again, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Oh please, my guard isn't up all the time," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I just don't see any reason to constantly be on the defensive. It gets tiring. Besides, you bring out certain… feelings within me, ones I didn't think I was capable of." A small flutter in your stomach. It's odd, the way he can switch from being a sarcastic flirt to something softer, something more… genuine. You're not used to this side of him, not used to him being sincere. You try to cover your surprise with a scoff, a small scoff, "Whatever." You roll your eyes and turn over as you get under the covers to go to sleep. He watches you turn away from him, a small smirk still on his lips. He can sense your surprise, your defensiveness, your struggle to deal with his unexpected honesty. It's not often he lets himself show vulnerability like this, but something about you brings it out of him. He scoots closer to you, his body heat mingling with yours. For a moment, he considers holding you, pulling you close. But instead, he settles for gently poking your shoulder. "Hey, grumpy."

You huff, your eyes still closed, "What." You're used to his sarcastic remarks, his teasing comments, but somehow, this softer side of him is throwing you off, making you unsure of what to do. He grins at your response, your irritation only amusing him more. He pokes your shoulder a bit harder, "Not going to say goodnight to me?" he teases, his voice a bit mocking. You huff again, rolling your eyes at his teasing. Why does he have to be so unbearable? "Goodnight," you reply, doing your best to sound as irritated as possible. "Happy now?" He grins at your response, pleased with himself. He moves closer to you, his shoulder pressing against yours, his body heat mingling with yours in the cold night. "Almost," he replies, his voice filled with mock-satisfaction. You resist the urge to shiver as his body heat envelops you, your breath catching in your throat. You keep your eyes closed, trying to act as if his closeness doesn't affect you. "What else do you want, then?" you ask, your voice betraying a hint of annoyance. He smirks at your tone, enjoying the effect he has on you, even if you insist on hiding it. He leans in closer, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "I want you to turn over and face me." You stiffen at his words, your eyes opening in surprise. You hadn't expected him to request such a thing. You shift slightly, slowly turning over to face him, your eyes meeting his. He smiles as you finally turn to face him, his eyes taking in your expression, your eyes wide and slightly surprised. He scoots closer to you, his body pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath. "Much better," he murmurs, his hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You resist the urge to shiver again, his body heat and the closeness of his proximity making you feel inexplicably flustered. You huff, your usual snarkiness returning, "And what now?" you ask, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

He grins at your feigned nonchalance, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your slightly flustered expression. He scoots closer, his body pressing against yours even more, their legs and arms touching in the limited space. "Now? Well, that depends on you," he replies, his voice low and smooth. "I could give you a million things I want, but I'll settle for one thing for now." You raise an eyebrow at his words, your curiosity piqued despite yourself. You're not used to him being so… blunt, so upfront about what he wants. "And what's that?" you ask, attempting to sound as neutral as possible. He grins at your question, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. He moves even closer, his chest pressing against yours, his breath hot against your cheek. "What I want right now, is this," he whispers, his hand taking one of your hands and placing it on his chest, right over his heart. His eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense. He moves closer still, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin. "I want you to stay awake a bit longer," he replies, his voice dropping even lower, the words almost a whisper. "No sleeping on me yet." You watch him, your heart fluttering at his proximity, the feel of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his hand on your hip, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. You try to keep a neutral expression, to hide the effect he's having on you, but it's getting harder and harder. "You really want me to stay awake, huh?" you murmur, your voice a mix of mockery and surprise. He laughs softly at your response, his hand moving from your hip to cup your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. "Of course I want you to stay awake," he replies, his voice a low murmur. "I don't want you drifting off to sleep just yet. I want to enjoy the rest of the night with you… just like this."

You shiver at his touch, your heart racing under his gaze. His words, his proximity, the feel of his hand on your chin, it's all making you increasingly flustered. "And why is that?" you ask, your voice slightly shaky, your feigned nonchalance fading. He grins at your reaction, enjoying the way he's affecting you. He moves closer, their bodies pressing even more against each other, his hand still holding your chin, his eyes locked on yours. He lowers his head, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips as he speaks. "Because right now," he whispers.

"I'm feeling… greedy."

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I Slept with My Boss - Ch 11

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting, public sex (no witnesses)

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

dividers made by @cafekitsune

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You decided to go to the gym early Sunday morning, wanting to try and get into a rhythm of going at least once a week. You see Changbin at the receptionist desk, clicking away on the computer. He sees you walk in and smiles wide.

"Hi, bunny. How are you feeling?" He stands up and walks around the table to envelope you in a hug. "Seungmin and I.N didn't tire you out too much?" You hug him back and laugh.

"I'm ok. Little sore, but I'll manage." You smile. "I'm trying to get to the gym more. Need to get that rhythm going." Changbin nods.

"I'd say start off light. Working out with a sore body is already tough, but overdoing it isn't good for you." He gently cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead. "The gym is usually empty around this time, so don't worry about anyone but me being here, ok?" You nod and thank him. You kiss his cheek before going towards the locker room.

You come back out after changing and putting your things away. You see Changbin talking to Hyunjin and you smile. You wave to Hyunjin and he waves back with a smile. You start on the treadmill and walk for about 30 minutes before going to lift small weights. Changbin and Hyunjin come over and sit with you. They talk with you while you do your workout, Changbin giving you small pointers.

When you ask him to help with a certain exercise, he gets up to help you get in the best position for it. His fingers trailing down the bare skin on your arm, making you shiver. Hyunjin watches, eyes wide.

"I missed you so much, bunny. You were coming down while I was either asleep or out of the gym." He pouts as little, looking at you through the mirror that you both stand in front of.

"I'm sorry, Binnie. Things have been a bit hectic." You give him a small smile. He steps toward you, placing his hands on your hips and kisses your shoulder.

"You don't need to apologize. I get it. Especially what happened Friday." He kisses your shoulder again. "If he ever touches you again, you tell us, ok?" His hands snake around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"I will, Binnie. Thank you." You smile a little wider. Hyunjin walks up behind you both.

"You're doing a cuddle pile without me?" He laughs and steps around your front. He wraps his arms around you and Changbin and hugs you both tight. You feel Changbin's cock twitch against your ass through his shorts.

"Sorry, bunny. I missed you a lot." He chuckles a little. "I'll take care of it later with Hyunjin since he's here." Hyunjin playfully scoffs and pulls back to look at Changbin. You laugh.

"It's ok, I'm getting used to it now." You gently lean your head onto Changbin's. He turns his head slightly and kisses your cheek.

"If anything, honey, we can play here." Hyunjin winks at you. That makes your cheeks flush. You aren't used to the public antics they like to pull. With Chan and Minho, their offices are alone on that floor and being the CEOs, no one really comes up to bother them.

"Obviously we don't have to if you aren't comfortable. We can always go upstairs to my place." Changbin quickly says. You nod, smiling at him again. Changbin gently squeezes your waist, his muscled arms feel nice around you.

"Whatever you want to do, I'll be ok with." You play with the hem of Hyunjin's shirt as he is still in front of you still. The taller one grins playfully and leans down to quickly capture your lips with his, Changbin groaning softly behind you as he presses his bulge into your ass.

"Ever since you first came here, bunny, I've wanted to fuck you in front of and against these mirrors." Changbin whispers in your ear, sending goosebumps across your skin. Hyunjin pulls back to look at the shorter male.

"Can I watch? It might give me inspiration for a new piece." Hyunjin grins at the thought.

"Go close the blinds, Jinnie. Put the closed sign up too, please. The gym can be closed for a few hours." Changbin wiggles his eyebrows at you in the mirror. Hyunjin practically sprints across the gym to flip the switch for the closed sign as he closes the blinds. He locks the door and comes back over, seeing Changbin turned you around, kissing you deeply, one hand on your ass, the other holding your neck. Hyunjin sits on a workout bench to watch you both, his own tent growing in his pants.

Changbin gently squeezes your ass a few times before he grabs the bottom of your workout shirt. He lifts it off you, breaking the kiss to get it over your head. He groans softly as he looks at you in your sports bra. He grabs that next and takes it off you, immediately latching onto your nipple, not caring that you're a little sweaty. Your hands grab at his curls, moaning softly. He moans softly himself, enjoying the taste and feel of you.

Hyunjin palms himself through his pants as he watches. Changbin's hands slowly move across your body as he moves his head to your other nipple. When his hands reach the waistband of your leggings, he hooks his thumbs into them and pulls them down. Letting go of your nipple, he pulls them off, kicking your shoes off when he gets to your calves.

You hear them both mutter out something along the lines of 'so beautiful'. The older one stands up straight and grins at you, walking you backwards till you're against the mirror. He kneels in front of you and grabs one of your legs, putting it on his shoulder. Leaning closer, he kisses along your folds, earning soft gasps from you. Hyunjin gets up from his seat and comes closer, clearly enjoying the view. Changbin chuckles against your skin before licking slowly between your folds. You grab his hair again, moaning his name softly.

"Taste so good, bunny.." Changbin mumbles against you, licking through you again before Hyunjin reaches over to hold you open with two fingers. Changbin thanks him and grins, slowly licking your clit as he slips two thick fingers into your wet cunt. You moan a little loud. Both men groan at the sounds of your cunt and your moans.

Hyunjin sneaks a hand around your leg and slips one of his long fingers inside you with Changbin's, making you squirm a little. Soft whimpers leave your lips as Changbin gently sucks on your clit. He and Hyunjin continue to finger you as deep as they can.

"Such beautiful sounds, honey. Feel so nice." Hyunjin whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your hip. Your legs start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming on. You grip Changbin's hair, moaning both their names loudly as you cum, coating their hands in your release. Changbin chuckles and licks you clean, keeping his fingers inside you. Hyunjin takes his out and licks it clean, groaning softly. Changbin takes his hand from you and gently lowers your leg from his shoulder.

"You ok, bunny?" He stands up, holding you in place against the mirror. You nod, breathing hard.

"Yeah..I'm ok." You smile at him. Your free hand finds Hyunjin's fuzzy hair as he places soft kisses and gentle bites to your hip.

"Ok, good." He presses himself against you as he kisses you softly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. You moan softly into his mouth as you hold onto him. Hyunjin leaves a few small hickies on your lip and leg before he sits down and leans back, pants sporting a very obvious bulge.

"Hyung, it's not fair that Y/n is the only one naked." Hyunjin teases. You chuckle against Changbin's lips and feel him smile before he pulls back. He quickly undresses himself before immediately grabbing you and holds you off the floor, your legs wrapped around his waist, back against the mirror again.

"You ready, bunny?" He watches your face for any sign that you want to stop. You nod, pressing your lips to his as your fingers find his hair again. He groans into your mouth, reaching between you to line himself up to your entrance. He pushes himself in slowly and groans deeply in your mouth. You gasp softly at the stretch but moan right after as you feel him fill you.

"So big.." You moan out when he breaks the kiss for air. He chuckles as he bottoms out in you. He gently squeezes the back of your thighs where he holds you.

"Feeling good?" He teases, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"So good.." You smile softly. Off to the side, Hyunjin still laid on the floor, having pulled himself from the constraints of his pants, slowly stroking himself. Changbin asks if you're ready, thrusting slowly into you once he gets confirmation from you. You moan a little, head going back with a soft thud on the glass. Changbin brings his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouth kisses across your skin.

Changbin slowly starts to pick up his pace, fucking into you deeply as he gets faster. You pull on Changbin's hair a bit, making him groan as he captures your lips in a deep kiss. You clench around him as you feel yourself getting close. When you tell him, Changbin grunts a bit, gently biting your lower lip, he fucks you as deep and fast as he can, his cock occasionally rubbing against your clit with his thrusts. As he does that, it pushes you over the edge and you cum hard, your walls clenching around him, pulling him in as he thrusts. He groans your name as he thrusts as deep as he can, stilling his hips as he spills into you.

"Fuck, bunny.." He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing hard. His breath felt cool against your warm skin. Your fingers gently card through his curls, your own breath fanning against his ear a bit.

"You two were so hot." Hyunjin says after a moment of silence. You laugh as Changbin chuckles.

"You're hot too, Hyune." Changbin smiles against your skin. He looks up at you. You want Jinnie to help you go get cleaned up? I gotta clean up out here." He pecks your lips. You smile and nod.

"Thank you, Binnie." You peck his lips just as Hyunjin steps over. You didn't even see him stand up. Changbin lets Hyunjin pull you off him, cock sliding out of you. Hyunjin tosses you over his shoulder playfully and pats your ass.

"I've got wash and stuff in the office, Hyune. Use that for her, please." He says, Hyunjin leaning down to kiss his boyfriend. He takes you to the office to grab what he needs before taking you to the showers. He continues to hold you on his shoulder as he gets the water temperature right. While he lets it warm up, he playfully lets his fingers run through your wet folds, feeling yourself and Changbin's release as the mix coats his fingers.

You let out a soft moan as he grazes your clit. He chuckles a little and teases your entrance with his fingers before he sees you down on your feet. He quickly strips and brings you into the water stream. He watches you as the water cascades down your body. He reaches forward and gently places his hands on your hips. Your eyes crack open to look at him, smiling up at him when you see him looking at you with so much fondness in his eyes.

"Hi, Jinnie." You giggle, stepping out from under the water, closer to him.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispers, smiling softly. He leans down, his lips just ghosting over yours. You reach around his neck, arms loosely holding him. Standing up on your toes, you gently kiss him. He lets out a soft sigh as he wraps his arms around your waist, lowering himself some so you don't have to strain to reach him. He kisses you softly and sensually. He carefully maneuvers you both so you're out of the water now.

"Can I take you, honey? I need to feel you again.." He whispers against your lips. You whisper back a 'please' and he pulls you right against him as he deepens the kiss. You pull back after a moment and turn around, pressing back into him. He places his hands on your hips and grinds against your ass. He gently pushes you forward with one hand, making you bend down as he grabs his cock with his other hand to line up with you.

In one fluid movement, he pushes deep into you and you immediately moan his name out. Your cunt, still a bit sensitive, clenches around him. He places one hand on your lower back as he lets you adjust, watching you place your hands on the tile wall of the gym shower.

"You ok, love?" Hyunjin rubs your wet back softly before moving his hands onto your hips. You nod, letting out a breathy 'yeah'. He smiles softly as he slowly starts to fuck into you. You moan quietly, feeling every inch of him inside you. The sensation of the stream of water against your skin, coupled with his touch made you feel so good. You moan louder, the tile making the sound echo a bit. He grips your hips, fucking into you faster, watching his cock disappear into to your tight cunt. The sound of skin slapping skin mixing with the running water and your moans.

"Watching you take Changbin-hyung against the mirror gave me some ideas for a new piece..it also made me incredibly horny, Y/n.." Hyunjin moans out. "You feel so amazing, honey..god I could fuck your pussy forever.." he groans as he grinds into you. You moan his name loudly, your walls clenching around him as you cum.

"Aish..just a little longer, baby..little longer.." he grunts out, fucking you hard and fast through your high before he thrusts all the way inside you and cums. He gently wraps his arms around you and stands you up straight, flush against him. He lightly thrusts into you in this position, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He slips a hand down to your folds, lightly playing with your clit. One of your hands snakes behind you to his head, your other to his arm. You arch your back in his arm, squirming a little.

"I'm sorry, honey..I need to feel you cum around me one more time. It's so addictive.." he mumbles into your neck, quickly rubbing your clit as he lightly thrusts into you from behind.

"Ahh..Jin-Jinnie…" You continue to moan.

"Hyune, are you still in here with bunny?" Cbangbin calls from the locker room entrance.

Hyunjin lifts his head some and calls back, "I am, hyung.." he lowers his face back to your neck, softly sucking on the skin. Changbin walks in and down to the showers, sitting in the bench by the lockers, he watches.

"Sorry hyung..I need to feel her cum once more..she feels so nice." Hyunjin grunts softly when you clench around him. He fucks up into you hard, pulling a loud gasp from you. Changbin chuckles as he watches.

"You're ok, Hyune. You doing ok, bun?" Changbin watches you. You nod a little.

"Wanna cum for Jinnie.." you moan, arching some as Hyunjin slowly circles your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves. Your cunt clenches around him a few times, you feeling your orgasm building. "Ahh..close.." Hyunjin cups one of your breasts when you arch again, cumming around his cock again as he thrusts into you hard again, cumming with you. Hyunjin groans, feeling your cunt milking him as he cums.

He slowly slips out of you, your mixed releases drippin out of you. You lean back against Hyunjin's chest, breathing hard. The male gently peppering you with kisses.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and maybe you can take a nap upstairs, hmm?" He says. You nod, sleepy now. Hyunjin carefully washes you as Changbin grabs your stuff out of the locker, getting your clean clothes and towel ready. When Hyunjin gets you clean, Changbin gently dries you and dresses you before both men take you upstairs for a nap.

When you wake, it's time for a late lunch, which Changbin doesn't mind making for you. You thank him and Changbin for today, and tell them you unfortunately have to go home, as you have work in the morning. You give them both a hug and kiss before going home.

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crochetnerdsworld · 2 days ago

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A Special Guest (Lindsey Horan/Reader)

Y/N brings her nephew along to a USWNT practice. Cuteness ensues.

"Here we are, Cody" Y/N smiles as she walks into the locker room with her nephew on her hip.

When her sister's nanny called in sick, and with no one else to watch him while she went to work, Y/N volunteered to take him with her to practice after checking that it would be alright. At ten months, he isn't walking yet, only taking a few steps at a time, so Y/N borrowed her sister's foldable playpen for him to hang out in.

Glancing up, Lindsey grins at her girlfriend and quickly gets up to help her with the extra stuff she is carrying for Cody.

"Hey there little man!" She greets, setting the stuff aside and reaching for the baby, who goes happily,"Come here,"

"Um hi babe. I'm here too?" Y/N questions.

"Sorry, love. I can't help it! He's too cute not to cuddle!" Lindsey replies, pecking Y/N's lips.

"So Y/N, how does it feel to be replaced by a baby," Emily teases.

Y/N rolls her eyes at Sonnett and begins to get ready for practice. She makes sure to grab Cody's bag and the playpen before they all head out to the pitch. She sets Cody up within eyesight and makes sure he has his favorite toys out.

"You be good, ok, bubba?" She says, kissing his head before practice begins, "I'll let you crawl around free after"

******

"Alright, munchkin. Wanna go crawl around?" Y/N asks.

She reaches down and plucks up the baby, who giggles. Heading over to the others, she places him down on the turf. He wobbles a few steps before giving up, crawling the rest of the way towards were everyone is sitting, chatting. Cody immediately heads towards Lindsey and makes himself at home in her lap.

"Hey there, little dude," Lindsey smiles, "Wanna play soccer?"

"He can't even walk yet, love. Maybe give it a month?" Y/N chuckles from her spot beside her girlfriend.

Cody simply coos and attempts to shove his fist into his mouth. He begins to squirm so Lindsey sets him down. The baby crawls about for a while as everyone converses about to upcoming tournament. He soon tires and crawls up to Lindsey, holding his arms up. She picks him up, rocking him gently. Soon, the baby is fast asleep. The blonde looks up as she hears the snap of a camera, glaring at Sonnet.

"What?" Emily asks innocently as she posts the photo.

"You're going to ruin my badass reputation with that picture!" Lindsey pouts.

The team bursts out laughing at that. Lindsey hides her face in Y/N's shoulder, pouting. Y/N chuckles, kissing her girlfriend's head. God, Y/N loves that woman and how much of a softie she is for her nephew.

#woso imagines #uswnt imagines #lindsey horan #lindsey horan x reader

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daughterofsarenrae · 1 year ago

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Ohhhhh my god

#and then he pounced on her tail again and ruined it #but LOOK. CUDDLES? WORKING TOWARDS CUDDLES????#kiera has come so far re: being chill around him #baby: robin #baby: kiera #god. losing my mind over this. i cant believe i had my camera already recording #ferrets of tumblr #robin: i shall pick the stinkiest and boniest parts to cuddle on #kiera: ????????? what r u doing back there

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lymtw · 7 days ago

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Toji and his shy girl cuddle fucking WHO SAID THAT

A/N: EEHEE I heard it too 🤭 Even if the echo took a while to reach me 😔 No, but really, I loved this! It's been a while since i've written out a request 😅 I'm excited to start trying some of these, again :)

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji and His Shy Girl

"Hey, you," Toji says, grinning like a menace at the way your body minimally jolts, like he scared you. "You don't like me or something?"

You turn to look at him, a barely there crease between your brows. "What? I do. What do you mean?"

"I mean, why don't you wanna be with me? You're sitting on your own island over there, while i'm over here... all alone... feeling like chopped liver."

He's cute, you think. Playfully dramatic enough to make you giggle. It's always nice to know he wants you around, too, when you keep your distance to give him that choice.

"I just thought you would want some space, is all," you explain. "This is a pretty long movie, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Would sitting with me make you uncomfortable?" Toji asks.

"No," you respond, though the thought of sitting next to him or on him, has your heart rate picking up. Most of the time, Toji wants it to be the latter, and when this happens, it feels like he's peeking at your soul. You feel like every nerve in your body is tingling and like your skeleton is buzzing. You know he can sense your nervousness, most of the time, and yet he doesn't take it easy on you. His patience, his charm, and his irresistible way of trying to seduce you—none of it ever gets easier to withstand without you feeling flustered.

"You're comfortable, I'm comfortable. We're both comfortable, so, come closer, sweetheart." He sees hesitance flash through your features, before you finally give in and start inching closer.

"Come on. Closer, baby," Toji instructs, watching as you continue to inch towards him. "Look at all this space. Get rid of it."

He chuckles at the properness of your folded hands in your lap, when you sit on the edge of the couch cushion, in front of his legs. "You're gonna stop there and keep watching the movie all uncomfortable?"

"It's fine," you say, smiling at him before facing forward, again. You can feel him staring at you as you try to focus on the movie. His hand goes to your thigh, an act that has your heart beating rapidly in your chest, close to being heard in your ears. He tugs at your sweatpants, earning your attention.

"I'll spell it out for you, doll. I want you here, lying right in front of me. Wanna cuddle with you and shit." You return your gaze to the screen and though anybody would think that it's rude, because it seems like you're ignoring him, Toji knows what it means. He knows it's hard for you to hold eye contact with him, sometimes, and that you looking away gives you time to collect your thoughts and prepare what you want to respond with.

"But you won't be able to see the movie," you say, as a last ditch effort to let him enjoy the movie without obstructing his view and invading his personal space.

"We'll make it work. Just come here. Please?" He pats the spot in front of him, directing you to lie right where he wants you.

"Okay," you say, more to yourself than to him. You scoot down a little more, before lying down on your side, on the exact spot he said he was wanted you. In an instant, you're swallowed up by him. He pulls you in so that you're pressed up against him, his leg overlaps yours, and his face goes straight for your neck.

"T-Toji, I know you can't see the movie. I can go back, if you want."

"Mm-mm. Nope. It's all good. Got what I need," he assures, low against your neck, a hand planted on your stomach. "Pretty baby," he murmurs, pressing kisses onto your skin. "You smell so fucking good."

You feel like some sort of soothing toy for him, with the way any time you sit with him, you end up stealing his focus and withstanding the way he mouths at your skin and runs his hands all over you.

"You comfortable? Have enough space?" He asks, kissing your earlobe. You nod in response and he hums, a click of his tongue and a couple pats to your stomach, expressing his disapproval of the nonverbal confirmation. "Say it, baby. Yes or no?"

"Sorry. Yes, i'm comfortable," you confirm, in a manner more to his liking.

"Mm... you're so good to me, doll," Toji praises, adding a kiss to the appreciation.

He understands that sometimes it's difficult for you to say things out loud and you'll dismiss your own discomfort for the sake of not having to verbalize what is bothering you. It's why he's so adamant on hearing you talk, over seeing you nod or shake your head in response to things. He's working on this with you. He's heard 'sorry' so many times, now, and each time, he rejects your apology, deeming it unnecessary, because he knows you're trying.

Things are still for a few moments. You get fully comfortable, lying there on the couch, with Toji spooning you, and manage to refocus on the movie. His hand goes under your shirt, meeting the warmth of your skin. It's a gesture that disturbs the calmness of your heart, as well as your focus on the TV, again.

"This okay?" He asks, caressing your stomach, occasionally pinching it, gently.

"Mhm," you hum, in response, before pretending to pay attention to the movie. You're too distracted by the dragging of his fingertips and the goosebumps he lures onto your skin. You're sure he can feel them, too, because his hand starts wandering higher up your torso, like he wants to get more reactions from you. You shift minimally when his fingers slide beneath the elastic band of your sports bra, grazing the bottom part of your breast.

"Still comfortable?" Toji asks, keeping his hand still until he receives a response from you.

"Yeah... you're okay," you assure, once again, resting your hand on his forearm. Your breath hitches when his fingertips brush against your nipple. Toji grins at the involuntarily squeeze you offered his arm, finding amusement in the way your body reacts to his touch.

Toji chuckles, lowly, at all your sudden fidgeting. "Does that feel good, mama? Want me to keep going?" He asks, planting a kiss on your shoulder. You're not stopping him. If anything, he can feel you gently pushing his arm so that his entire hand goes up your bra. "It's alright. You can tell me," he says, encouraging you to respond.

"It feels good. Please..." Your soft voice halts, a shuddered exhale released through your nose.

"Mhm, give me more. Please, what?" He says, baiting a more elaborate response from you. "Just saying 'please' doesn't tell me what you need, pretty."

"Please... keep touching me." You cringe, internally, the second the words come out. You don't even realize how proud Toji is or get to indulge in the praise he offers, because you're too busy overthinking what you just said.

"That was perfect," Toji murmurs, scattering light kisses onto your neck. His enormous hand stretches your bra, and grabs ahold of your breast. "I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart. Anything. The trick is... you gotta ask for it."

That alone is enough to teach you another lesson on not always being able to get what you want. It's not always so easy for you to ask Toji for things. He's seen you get frustrated, because of this. It happens, even if your frustration is never loud and you don't raise your voice or throw a tantrum. It's quite the opposite. Too many questions to your initial request, results in you shaking your head, as if to say, 'never mind. I'll do it myself'. Having to repeat yourself too many times, gets a similar result. Even in times when he's just asking you to describe something more, you lose patience with yourself and your inability to communicate what you need, efficiently, and essentially give up on explaining it to him, doing it yourself, instead.

It's times like these that really help you out in that aspect. You want something that you can make yourself feel, but receiving it from Toji makes it so much better, because of the element of surprise. You give him access to your entire body and he gives you everything you could ever want in terms of pleasure. You never know where he's going to touch you and what he's going to touch you with.

"You understand?" Toji asks, seeking comprehension from you. A small whimper interrupts the silence of an expected response. "I know. Tell me," he encourages.

Your grip on his arm gets tighter and more of your restrained soft sounds reach his ears as he keeps rolling your stiffened peak between his fingers. You gasp when he shifts his attention to your other breast and writhe in his arms. "Y-Yes—please—yes, Toji. I understand."

"Sensitive thing." He chuckles. "Look at that little arch. Bet you're soaked, already, huh?"

"Oh... god, i'm sorry," you mumble, relaxing your back against him, again. You feel like you could implode with how much attention you're being given. You just want to shrink and hide under the couch, and just watch the rest of the movie from there.

"You're fine, doll. I know the slightest touch does a lot to you," he says, brushing over your nipple, knowing that your reaction will emphasize his point. "You nervous?"

You groan in response to the question and turn your head so that your face is planted in the pillow, earning another deep chuckle from Toji.

"I'm not gonna eat you, mama," he jokes, grinning at the way your body trembles with contained amusement. "I mean... I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it before. You're sweeter than any candy or cookie—even cake. You're sweeter than all of it, but I need you here with me, so I can't... I won't eat you, alright?" His method of getting you to lighten up worked enough to lure giggles from you. "Yeah, there you go. Relax. Just wanna love on you," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Wanna make you feel good. You want that, gorgeous?"

Throughout your time with Toji, you've learned that he's a very hands on man. He's constantly seeking your warmth and softness, because physical touch is his love language and he'll put in the work to get you to comfortably connect with him that way, too. You find that sometimes when you're lying in his bed, ready for the sleep part of sleeping over, he'll stick his head up your shirt and just fall asleep like that on your chest. It's easy for him to relax when he can hear your heart wildly beating in your chest. Sometimes, randomly, when you're just sitting next to him, he'll pick you up and set you down on him, just to watch you get flustered when he starts talking to you within such a close proximity. He loves the way you scramble to escape his sight, always ending up with your face buried in his neck.

"Aw, don't go all quiet on me, now, pretty. You know better. Say what's on your mind." His hand slides out of your bra and goes back down to your stomach, the roughness of his palm rubbing your soft skin. You don't like making him beg for you. He's patient enough with your nervous tendencies, you know he doesn't deserve it.

"I want you, Toji," you say, softly. It's a huge contrast to the hammering going on in your chest and the annoying rhythm in your ears.

"Yeah? Keep fucking going, baby. How do you want me?"

"Please," you mumble, reverting back to the familiarity of simplicity.

"No, not like that. Give me a little more," Toji clarifies.

"I... I want you to touch me... and make me feel good. Want you to feel good, too."

You feel and hear the rumble of his laugh behind you, a sound that makes your fingertips tingle and your stomach erupt with butterflies all over again.

"You precious angel. You want me to fuck you?"

You don't know how long you can last with your heart beating so fast. It's a miracle that it hasn't exploded, with how it's almost always racing when you're around Toji.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you nod, and offer a soft, yet, clear, "yes, please," giving Toji the consenting words he's been listening closely for.

"Alright, ma. You just focus on the rest of the movie and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

"Mhm," you hum, in response. You pull on the drawstring of your pajama bottoms and begin pulling them down with one hand. Toji watches with a sly smirk on his face as he feels you shift around, more of your skin coming into view. This is your effort. This is what makes him love you so damn much. You try for him. He knows your heart is probably in shambles, as you kick the article off and wait for what's to come, but you're showing him that you want this, and that means beyond everything to him.

"You're so perfect, my girl," he says, pressing kisses to your ear. "So, so perfect..." he trails off when his fingers meet the wetness of your panties. He was right. You're utterly soaked. His hand dips into your underwear, instantly greeted by your warmth as he keeps digging. Two fingers drag through your slit, back and forth, for just long enough to have you fidgeting as he collects a sample of your sweetness. Once your thighs attempt to shut around his hand, craving more, he pulls it out and admires the glossy coating on his fingers. Without hesitation, he brings the digits into his mouth, a low hum of satisfaction leaving him as he licks them clean. His cock is throbbing in his pants, straining mercilessly against his boxers as he savors the aftertaste of you on his tongue.

"Straight up fucking sugar," Toji murmurs, as he hastily starts pulling down his own pants, ready to get a feel of what he just tasted. There's a breathiness in his voice, urgency that you can't process, because you can barely believe he sounds that way after tasting you. Then you feel it—the monster he packs, pressing against you.

"I'm all hard, just for you, pretty," he murmurs in your ear, as he starts grinding his bulge against your ass. "Feel that?" He groans. "It's all for you. All yours." He plants a kiss on your neck and halts the movement of his hips against you. His hand returns beneath your shirt, a slow drag up your abdomen, towards your chest. His fingers dip beneath the elastic once more and splay over your breast, squeezing. He can feel the stutter in your chest as he feels up the entirety of it. You keep fidgeting against him, and he recognizes this as your way of saying you need more.

"You ready for me?" He asks, still toying with your stiffened, sensitive peaks.

"Ready," you respond, maintaining your voice as steady and clear as possible. You squeeze his hand through your shirt for deeper assurance.

Toji smiles softly at your little gesture and pulls his hand out of your shirt. Just as he did when he was directing his touch towards your chest, he follows the same path down, tracing your curves until his hand makes it way between your legs. He moves the gusset of your underwear aside, an act that has you shaking your foot against the couch cushion.

"Relax, sweet girl," Toji hums, a low chuckle following. He lowers his boxers enough to pull his throbbing, drooling cock out and smears the precum that beads on his tip all over his length. Once it's all covered he guides his tip to the warm, slick ridden space between your legs. After running it through your slit a few times, to hear the squelching sounds and your little whimpers when he catches your clit, he slowly starts sinking into you.

"There, baby," Toji murmurs. His warm palm rubs the softness of your stomach and he scatters wet little kisses on your shoulder and your neck, all while he continues feeding your cunt his inches. "You're so fucking cute," he coos, listening closely to the sound of your little whimpers and gasps. "Fuck..." he groans, once his hips are flush against you. He can feel the way you clench and flutter around his pulsing cock, making the fit even more snug for seconds at a time.

"All good, little lady?" He asks, pinching your goosebump covered stomach.

"Mhm," you hum, a chime of your giggle following.

Toji's hold on you is secure. He has you. Warm and gentle caresses and brushes of his fingers on your skin prove it, along with the way he languidly grinds his hips against you, as if to remind you that you're connected in the most physically intimate way. It's not like you could ignore it, anyway. You feel all of him. His warmth, his strength, his company. It's impossible to ignore Toji.

"This movie's pretty boring, huh?" He asks, not even paying attention to what's going on, like he hasn't been since you crawled into his arms.

"You're not even watching," you reason, smiling at the kisses he presses to your ear.

"Got a reaaally good distraction right in front of me." He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "So warm and pretty and mmm... Can't focus on anything else," he purrs.

"It's okay. You can choose the next... the next one, too..." you gasp at the slow thrusts he offers. With every roll of his hips, his cock slides out just about halfway before sheathing back into the velvety warmth of your walls.

"I don't want to watch TV, anymore. Wanna watch you," he murmurs, monitoring your reactions to his movement. Every twitch, every shift of your legs against his. It's adorable, the way you push your face just a little bit more into the pillow when he tries to get a peek at you.

"Like that, baby?" He murmurs, a deep groan following. "Mhm? Yeah, I know," he says, like he's responding to your moan.

"Toji," you hum out, an unintentional amount of sultriness dripping off his name.

"Fucking- god,you sound so pretty, mama. Let me hear that again. Do it again."

His hips pick up the pace a little, just enough to coax more of those melodic sounds of yours. His hand dips lower, proceeding down the front of your underwear, his thick fingers gliding down towards your slippery clit. It doesn't take much of this electric addition to your pleasure to have you squirming and writhing against him. It's hard not to want to squish his hand between your thighs.

You whimper, a slight arch curving your back. Your clammy, shaky hands grip onto the couch cushion beneath you, your knuckles protruding from the force you put into your hold. You think he's on the brink of devouring you—absorbing you— with how he's holding you like you'll teleport into space if he lets go for a second.

"Say my name," he says, calmly, directly in your ear. "Call for me, sweetheart. Who's touching you? Who's making you feel like this?"

"T-Toji," you obediently pronounce, meekly, yet, to the man's utmost satisfaction.

"Again—fuck, baby—again," he groans, speeding up his fingers on your clit. He knows the motions spiked your pleasure because of how your body tensed up against him.

Sloppy kisses are pressed to your nape, as well as the side of your neck, where you know fully well that he must have left a plethora of marks already. You can hear the consistent sharp breaths he releases through his nose as he begins to desperately roll his hips into you, chasing what's coming up on him ridiculously fast. He's not aggressive—not entirely soft—but there's just enough movement to where you can hear a slight creak in the couch.

"Toji," you croon, softly. "T-Toji, Toji," you repeat, a high pitched whimper ending your little chain of his name.

"Oh, you're so fucking sweet, doll. So fucking sweet..." he mutters, his voice deep enough to make goosebumps spread anew, all over you. He hums at the feeling of your cunt erratically clenching around him. It's a tell tale sign—along with the frequency of your precious little sounds—of how you're right there, about to cum all over his twitching cock.

Toji loves how flustered you get when he has you tell him that you're about to cum, but he also loves the abruptness that comes with you being so overwhelmed by his touch and how he handles you, that for a few seconds you tense up and release all the sounds that bubble up in your chest, caving to the relentless amount of pleasure you feel without a warning.

"You're my pretty girl," Toji says, lowly, grinning when that's all it takes for you to gasp and arch off his front. Your body trembles and your thighs squeeze around his hand when his fingers continue to rub your clit. His tip just continues to prod at the sensitive spot within you, further intensify the sensation coursing through you. You're aware of how your moans have gotten louder and attempt to muffle them with the pillow, but your breathy little cries can be heard, regardless.

They spur on Toji's own release. His hand comes out of your underwear to avoid overstimulating you and glides up your abdomen, aiming towards your chest. He grabs ahold of one of your breasts, his hand smothering the entire thing as he squeezes and kneads it. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, his thrusts more punctuated, and a little faster in pace. The creaking of the couch is more frequent, as are his groans in your ear. His hold on you is tight. With his forearm having brought you back as close as you can be to him, you're locked in. With a few more thrusts, into your dripping wet warmth, he's spilling his load into you, breathy, deep voiced expletives tumbling off his lips as smears your gooey walls with all the warm, creamy substance.

"F-Fuck..." he groans, slowing the roll of his hips to a languid grind. "I got you," he says, chuckling at the gasp you let out from being filled even more. He drags unfocused, wet kisses over your shoulder and stills his hips entirely with a heavy breath. "Got you, mama." He loosens his hold on you, allowing you to breathe and move a little more freely. "Good?"

"Mhm. Good," you assure.

"Good. Gimme a kiss," he requests, smirking at the sound of your tittering. "What? You laughing at me 'cause I want a little smooch?"

"No," you say, through soft, but, more audible giggling.

"You promise?" He says, grinning at the slight tremble of your shoulders as your twinkles of laughter continue. "I'll let it slide, just this once. Now, give me a kiss, baby."

With a smile lingering on your face—the aftermath of your short giggle fit—you lie back a little and crane your neck as much as you comfortably can. Toji leans in the rest of the way and presses his lips to your sweet, lip balm layered ones, brushing them over and over as if he's parched and you're a glass of water. Both of your bodies react to the spark of desire reigniting through the gentle gesture. You can feel him throbbing inside you, while he can feel you clenching around him. His hand pawing at your chest makes butterflies swarm in your stomach and fuels the fluttering going on below.

You hear the dramatic background music of the movie's end credits and break the kiss, facing forward. You realize now that you paid just as much attention as he did—almost none—even when you agreed to keep watching as he touched you.

"Play another boring one," Toji says, behind you, already nipping at your ear, because your attention isn't solely on him anymore.

"But you won't watch it," you say, shuddering at the chill that runs down your spine, when you feel his lips behind your ear.

"That's the point."

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yujisdreamgirl · 7 days ago

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“why are you looking at me like that?” nanami sets his book down on the coffee table, leaning in towards you as you lean on the same table with your chin on your palm.

“what, i can’t absolutely yearn for my husband now?” he chuckles. yearning. he knows a thing or two about that.

“i’m not saying you can’t. i’m just saying i would prefer if you showed it to me.” he takes a seat beside you on the fluffy ground with his legs crossed, eyes never leaving your figure.

“well maybe if you put your book down once in a while..”

nanami leans forward, showcasing a smile you would absolutely go to war for. he pecks your pout away, holding your cheek in his palm so delicately as if you’re glass. you look into his eyes and you’re convinced he’s casted some spell because you just can’t seem to look away..

“yeah? hm.. are we just going to ignore the fact that i started reading when you stopped giving me attention? i was merely just.. killing the time.”

oh, now he’s the one pouting.

you giggle at his antics, doing the same thing he did and kissed his pout away.

“huh.. i guess i should clock back in my job then hm?”

he raises his eyebrow, “and what job is that?”

“hmmmm i’m not sure what to call it..do you? it involves cuddling and kissing my boyfriend endlessly.” he chuckles.

“i’m not quite sure. would you like to demonstrate it on me?”

“ah!” you gasp as he carries you bridal style, holding onto him tightly as he heads to your guys’s bedroom.

he gently lays you on the bed, but you quickly switch positions so you lay on top of him.

“alright, stop!” he pleads as you continue kissing his face all over and tickle his sides.

“say you surrender!”

“never!”

you don’t stop, not until he switches your positions again and hovers above you.

“alright, alright. you win. can i have my fun now?” he pants breathlessly.

“hmmm.. fine.”

the night lasted long and he had work tomorrow, but nanami wouldn’t have it any other way. not when a small box containing a shiny ring sits waiting inside a hidden drawer in the house.

this.. idk how to feel. i saw scrumptious art and had the urge to write lovey dovey bf!nanami ♡ hope u guys like it^.^

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merakidoll · 1 month ago

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armin was the type of friend your boyfriend thought he would never have to worry about. armin was pretty, a pretty boy with pretty feminine features! red puffy cheeks, fat pink lips, doe eyes, and long blond lashes to tie everything in. he liked cropped shirts showing off his bling belly button ring, and abs. he liked tight things that showed his perfect figure, and armin loved having bling on his nails. bows, flowers, hello kitty, with a pretty light pink or blue color.

your boyfriend thought armin was harmless; in fact he thought he knew armin’s sexual orientation well. but was he so wrong, he began to be question why you no longer craved intimacy form him - to which he would be blown off with a simple “i’m busy.” you began to spend more and more time with armin, canceling plans with him to tend to armin but still he thought nothing of it. one night you wouldn’t answer him after yet again, leaving him for armin. he took that as an opportunity to show up. blending in with the darkness as he peeked through your window heart aching at the sight. while he thought armin didn’t like women - he didn’t, he loved them. there you were naked in the plush of your bed, your toes that were light blue in the same man he was so sure he didn’t have to worry about mouth.

he could hear your moans and the words you two shared the window doing nothing to hinder him from the sight. “m-minni please!” you begged. the suction around your toes making your pussy ache. “hold on baby” he spread your thick brown legs watching the wetness that stuck to your fat cunt and inner thighs. armin pushed your legs open, knees to your chest spiting on your clenching hole, and letting two fingers rub your clit, the gold bows shining. “y-yess” your eyes were low and burning to close. tears brimming at your water line as you bucked into his fingers bitting your lip. armin had a small smirk on his lip, moving his fingers and slapping your pussy making a little squirt dribble out of you.

his gripped his long skinny cock and tapped it against you making you both groan in unison. “you gonna do it mama?” your boyfriend’s ears perked, wondering what did he want you to do. his chest beat rapidly watching armin slid himself into you while he pinched your brown nipple. his own cock jerking in his pants at how fucked out you looked. he watched armin work his hips leaning down and kissing your lips. “say i-it baby” armin moved back to hovering over you and gripped your hips, fucking himself in you harder. “tell your minni what he wants to hear” your legs shook, your hand moving against his stomach to take some the pleasure away. “m-minnn ohmygod” squirt shot out of you again, but armin knew you could give him more.

one hand left your hips and started back rubbing your clit again making your mouth go into an o shape a silent scream falling from you. “tell me baby, then you can make a fuckin mess” your breath got caught in your throat as your pussy pulsed clenching down on him. “m’breakinggg up with himmm” squirt shot out going all over armin and your pink cover. armin smiled in victory, moving his cock to plunge into you softly. “g-gonna be mine forever” he stuttered out, quickly pulling out of you and jerking his pink cock to let out it’s orgasm on your pudgy stomach.

you and armin cuddled together, ignoring the pussy juices and cum that was all over your bodies. while you slept in armin’s arms, he looked towards the window and winked at your boyfriend, kissing your cheek as he did so.

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demiec0re · 1 month ago

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HOW SQUID GAME 2 MEN WOULD TREAT YOU!

pairings! : kang dae-ho (player 388) x fem! reader, park gyeong-seok (player 246) x fem! reader, lee myung-gi (player 333) x fem!reader, park min-su (player 125) x fem! reader and choi su-bong/ thanos (player 230) x fem! reader

warnings! : mentions of panic attacks, smut, dr*g usage, mentions of violence (fighting), a tinsy bit of angst. let me know if i forgot anything!!

will contain sfw and nsfw headcannons!!

1. KANG DAE-HO

sfw.

- this man would be the softest, cutest, most caring man when it comes to you!

- if you guys are in the games, you are his first priority and will always make sure your health is 100%. gives you his food if you’re still that finest but hungry after dinner and pretends he doesn’t want it so you don’t feel bad.

- insists you make friends with people so that you’re safe in here. drags you over to his new group who give you a warm welcome. they make sure you’re safe throughout every game which you’re extremely thankful for.

- after the riot, he comes back shaking and sweating. you can tell he’s having a panic attack due to the gunshots reminding him of his time in the marines. you’ve have experience with this so you instantly leave your conversation with hyun-ju and jun-hee.

- you comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down which works. you also rub his back and clear the sweat from his forehead whilst telling him it’s okay and you have him.

- it works and he’s calm.

nsfw.

- soft dom. wants you to feel as calm and comfortable as possible.

-deffo likes missionary and when you ride him so he can look at your face and wipe sweat from your forehead. he praises you like crazyyyyy and you would never hear anything degrading fall from his lips. ever.

-gives you little pecks on your neck which get more light and feather-y when leading down to your chest.

- when your legs get tired he can tell and flips you over to help you finish the job. makes sure you’ve came and you feel good before he does. just like he prioritises your safety in the games, he prioritises your enjoyment in the bedroom.

-he’s big with aftercare. wether you want a bath ran with rose petals and wine plus his company or just a wipe down and a massage you’ll get what you want because he loves you sosososo much.

-will make sure you’ve drifted off before he has. cuddles you from behind like a big bear!

2. PARK GYEON-SEOK

sfw.

- also prioritises your safety in the games. he’s gentle with you and you stick with him the whole time.

- he tells you about nayeon and his unfortunate position which you completely understand and you want to help him when the pair of you get out.

- will peck you before bed which the other guys think is soooo cute. he gets a little shy when they mention it. if anything occurs during the night, he’ll rush by your side and protect you at all costs.

- when the riot occurs you had preferred him not to go in case anything happened, only thinking of nayeon. when he’s not back for a while and eveyonr else is, you panic, big time.

- with tears escaping your eyes and several of the girls comforting you, a figure runs towards you. it’s none other than him! you’re super relived and you calm down when he convinces you that he’s completely fine.

- when you guys get out, you meet nayeon who’s absolutely adores you and gets all smiley when you’re around. she looks up to you as a motherly figure. when she’s better due to the money you both earned from the gruelling games, her hair grows back which you braid and style with clips everyday.

nswf.

- he fucks you slowly so you can feel every last drop of intimacy and love his man is pouring into your experience with him. also likes positions where he can admire your face.

- is vocal but not too vocal so you’ll hear a grunt and or a deep moan every now and again.

- another soft dom. doesn’t use toys or anything like that and likes it pure and simple. he’s a bit old fashioned so if you want anything like that he wouldn’t be too sure about it.

- eats you out with so much care and stops every few minutes to kiss your clit. this sends shivers down your spine. you grip his hair which spurs him on a little.

- makes sure you clean and happy after sex and sometimes falls asleep before you if he’s had a long day due to work or taking care of his daughter. you don’t mind bescuse you get to admire his beautiful face whilst he gets some rest.

3. LEE MYUNG-GI

sfw.

- makes sure you stick with him the whole time because he doesn’t want to have encounters with the wrong people like thanos who’s had his eye on you a couple times.

- gets into fights all the time, some of which revolve around you and his relationship with you. after he comes back with new bruises, you kiss them and urge him to stop getting into silly cat fights to which he rolls his eyes but agrees

- he has a soft spot for you and doesn’t really care about anyone else. always has an eye on you and during the mingle game you never. ever. leave his side.

- protects you and himself in fights during the night. will fight off anyone who even looks at you during them.

- during the riot, assures you all is okay and you’ll be fine. he was right. and when you guys get out, he takes care of you so well after you force him to pay off his debts to others which he didn’t really want to do.

nsfw.

- is more rough with you but still a soft dom. will degrade you from time to time with names like slut but nothing too heavy.

- will draw multiple orgasms from within you which leaves you seeing stars. he makes sure your always okay though.

- always comes in you and likes when you pull his hair or scratch his back while you’re getting off. he is much more vocal than the other guys and you guys’ moans combine to make a beautiful symphony.

- will wipe you down after sex but doesn’t do too much aftercare for you. he will run his fingers through your hair or massages you. makes sure you pee straight after because he read somewhere that you can get a UTI if you don’t which worries him.

-makes sure you fall asleep before him because he’s a gentleman.

4. PARK MIN-SU

sfw.

- is extremely sweet to you and loves you so much. initially didn’t want you to join the games with him but didn’t stop you.

- unfortunately he cannot protect you very well so most of the time during the night you’re the one fending for both of you but it’s okay because you love him.

- doesn’t speak up when thanos or any of his other leeches makes comments about you purely because he’s too timid to do anything. you stick up for yourself which he’s proud of you for.

- you comfort eachother during the riot

- when you guys get out you live a pretty peaceful and calm life which he enjoys and he pays for you guys’ meals out and pays for stuff he thinks you’d like which you find very sweet.

i didn’t write anything nsfw for min-su because i just can’t think of him doing anything like that 😭 sorry.

5. CHOI SU-BONG (thanos)

sfw.

- will call you names like señorita which you weren’t too fond of at first but the more he said it the more it grew on you.

-offers you his silly pills which you sternly reject. he doesn’t say anything more of them to you. you hate the fast that he takes them but you don’t want to nag him about it.

- during mingle, he physically kicks people away in order to secure a room for you guys which you think is wrong but you don’t say anything. after he notices you crying he quickly hugs you and tells you you’ll be fine which doesn’t really work but you stop crying anyway.

- drags you everywhere with him and makes you sit with his group who you don’t like at all besides se-mi who you grow fond of. when she changes her mind to X you knew it wouldn’t end well for her. you were correct.

- during night fights, you’re 100% safe because no- one would dare to do anything to you because they know what a nut job thanos is.

nswf.

- will fuck you rough and hard.

- also makes you come several times and might even make you squirt! doesn’t care where you guys are, sex is sex and he’s willing to get off if you are

- doesn’t really matter to him wether you come or not because all long as he has, eveything is good. pops a pill during it to increase him stamina which is already high enough.

- several rounds with him and you get overstimulated by the third one. he wants to go for a forth but you have to make it extremely clear that your body can’t handle it anymore.

- he likes doggy because then he can get nice and deep within your velvety walls. quite vocal and groans loudly, many even louder than you. degrading, toys and tears are alll his stimulants and will drive him on further.

- doesn’t have a clue about aftercare and will simply let out a loud and deep sigh after tying up the rubber and flop straight onto his back. he’s out like a light and is already sleeping deeply.

- your used to it so you just mirror his loud sigh and turn over and fall asleep aswell.

- hope you guys enjoyed this! if you want a version for the squid game girls (both s1 +2) lmk!!

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