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Aksel LOVES when we rake the yard. He enjoys waiting until we gather the leaves into a perfect pile before jumping in🍂 Sometimes he even lets you pile the leaves on top of him😆
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the winner takes it all
Art x Reader x Tashi
summary: winners deserve rewards, and Tashi is more than happy to spoil her star athlete with the help of her ever-dutiful husband.
word count: 2.7k
rating: mature/explicit/18+
warnings: porn no plot (deep breath) m/f/f dynamic, threesome, dom!Tashi, switch!Art, sub!Reader, p in v, creampie, overstim, hair pulling, titty play, use of toys, praise, teasing, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), oral (reader giving fem), face sitting
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Your match had taken place several hours ago. You’d been anxious the entire time, but ended up winning, much to you and your coach’s pleasure. The ride back to the hotel was torturous, as well as the following mandatory ice bath, sauna, shower, and footage review. It was the routine you’d followed ever since Tashi began coaching you.
She was nothing if not thorough.
After tying up several loose ends, including Tashi grilling you for every point you missed, every fault she could see when she paused the footage, you now found yourself in a more pleasurable position.
Art held your legs open as he continued his even thrusts, cock sliding against the walls of your pussy at a torturous pace. Tashi sat beside you, clad only in a silk robe and lace panties, brushing some hair from your face that was sticking to your forehead with perspiration.
You had the suite to yourself for the night. Tashi and Art’s little girl was safely tucked away with her grandmother in another elegant suite on the other side of the hotel. Another part of the routine.
“Tash….”
“You did well out there today,” she interrupts, reaching beside her to the end table drawer and pulling out her Hitachi wand. It buzzes to life as she turns it on and a strangled whine leaves your throat as she presses it to your clit, “See what happens when you put in the extra time? That backhand of yours is a lethal weapon now.”
“Fuck!” is the only response you’re able to give as Art moans at the vibrations as he continues to pound into you.
She likes you best like this, fucked dumb on Art’s cock, mindlessly agreeing to her plans for future matches, eyes rolling back in your head. Different moves she’ll have you practice. How hard she plans to work you on the court the following morning.
“Come on, come for me,” Tashi insists, hand trailing over your breasts, “What’s my girl need to come, hm? Need these pretty tits attended to?” She pinches your nipple for emphasis and your jaw slacks, a pleasurable current in your gut winding tighter and tighter with the continuous stimulation.
Art slings your left leg over his shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to your calf as he does so.
The new angle sends him deeper inside of you and you clench, mouth falling open with an uncontrollable moan.
“That’s it,” Tashi murmurs, eyes never leaving your face, “Feels so good doesn’t it? Art knows how to treat his girl, huh? Don’t you baby?”
“Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth, beads of sweat forming on his brow, “Fucking perfect pussy, god—”
Tashi removes her hand from your breast, taking hold of your chin.
“Look at me.”
Your eyes water with pleasurable tears but you do as she asks, always keen to follow her instructions. The tennis court, the bedroom, it was all the same playing field in the end.
“Come on baby,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips, “Come for me, you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve it.”
“Fuck!” Art courses as your pussy tightens around him, “Oh uhhh—”
“I’m cumming,” you helplessly whimper, the words nearly a sob, “Tashi…..fuck….Art fuck feels so—-“ your abdominal muscles tense as your reach your peak, white-hot ecstasy flooding your body as a shudder rolls through you.
Tashi smiles as you come, fingers dancing down your neck. Art fucks you through it, leaning forward to pound into you at a harder rhythm, chasing his imminent release. It’s only then Tashi glances at him, her smile dropping slightly.
“Don’t cum.”
Art’s hips stutter as your walls continue to flutter around his thick length, his jaw slacks, eyes watering as he looks at his wife.
“Tash—”
“I said no,” she insists, shutting off the vibrator and throwing it to the side. Leaning forward, she captures your lips in a kiss. She sits up, a smile on her face as she kisses Art as well. He whimpers against her lips, hard and pulsating inside you still. But Tashi never changes her mind.
“You want to come, you should try winning.”
“Tash please,” Art’s voice was strained, Adam’s apple bobbing, his expression pained, “please let me come.”
“Yeah?” She taunts moving up to kiss him. She brings her lips close to his, his eyes fluttering shut as she barely brushes the soft pout of her mouth against his. His lips part, head tilting to chase her.
You watch from below them, still trying to slow your breathing. You like watching them dance, this push and pull they have. It’s hypnotizing, the effect she has on him. On you. Tashi pushes his chest and his eyes flutter open.
“Sit.”
Tashi nods to the chair in the corner of the room. Art hesitates and she raises a brow when he doesn’t move quickly enough. Teeth clenched, Art unsheathes his aching cock from your warmth, hissing as he pulls completely out. Your breath hitches at the loss of him, and you gaze up at Tashi waiting for her next instruction.
Fully naked, Art walks to the chair, cock hard and swinging between his legs as though he’s nothing more than a scolded pup.
Tashi stands walking over to him, and Art tilts his chin to meet her eyes. Slowly, she lets the silk robe fall from her shoulders, and she takes her time removing it and placing it on his lap. You can see his erection through the soft purple fabric.
“Hold that for me, would you?” she asks, turning back to face you.
You can’t help it as your gaze falls to her breasts; supple and mouth-watering, dark nipples taunting you. The dip of flesh between her abdominal muscles, a spot you’ve run your tongue along countless times now. Tashi rejoins you on the bed, lying next to you, looping her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties.
“You want a taste, baby?” she asks, smiling slightly at you.
You nod eagerly as she beckons you with a tilt of her chin. Scrambling into a kneeling position you slot yourself between Tashi’s toned legs, replacing her fingers and gently pulling off her lace panties, tossing them to the side and revealing her glistening sex.
Two things turn Tashi on. Telling you and Art what to do, and tennis.
Tashi brings her hand down her front tracing down her toned stomach until she reaches the soft curls that frame her pussy. She takes two fingers and spreads herself before you.
“Come on, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low and seductive, “Eat up.”
She’s an enchantress, you swear, using some sort of siren song to pull you in. Even here between her legs, she’s in charge; it’s you who’s helpless. You lower your face toward her pussy, already drunk on the scent of her even before your tongue reaches her warm slit.
You couldn’t hold in your moan of pleasured relief even if you tried as your tongue dipped lower, parting her lips and dipping inside her right entrance. There’s something about her, how she feels, how she tastes. You’ll never get enough of it. You nuzzle closer to her, nose bumping against her clit and she rewards you with a breathy sigh.
“Art,” she calls as you eagerly continue lavishing her pussy with attention, “How’s the view?”
“Fucking breathtaking,” he answered, his voice strangled, “Tashi please….”
“She’s so good,” Tashi praises, nails taking against your scalp sending pleasurable tingles down your spine, “Put that pretty mouth of yours where it counts. Show me how badly you want it.”
Your tummy flutters with excitement and you suction your lips around Tashi’s clit, sucking the sensitive button as you hear Art stand up.
“Put that ass up,” Tashi instructs you, her voice airy, nearly breathless. You arch your back, leaning forward into her as Art’s hands cup the front of your thighs.
You wiggle as he kneels behind you, his breath on your pussy before his lips meet your pussy. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as Art trails his hands up your thighs, spreading your cheeks wider as he feasts on you, tongue dipping inside of you and then up to circle your clit.
“I’ll make you a deal baby,” Tashi purrs, back arching off the bed slightly as your tongue circles her pearl, “If you make her finish before I do, I’ll let you come.”
Art groans against you, finishing with a frustrated whine as Tashi chuckles. You glance up at her, drinking in the blissed-out expression on her face, that sly smirk that reaches her eyes.
“Deal?”
Art doesn’t hesitate, he simply redoubles his efforts, tongue entering you with desperate precision. Your lips falter, the pleasure messing with your coordination as Art ups the ante. You feel him pull away from you, and hear the wet pop of his fingers entering his mouth and leaving just as quickly. Then he’s breaching you, fingers slipping inside you with ease from the continued attention following your first orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as Art fingers you. He sets a rough pace, placing his opposite hand on your asscheek and squeezing the soft flesh.
The two fingers he has plunged inside you to the knuckle curl perfectly against your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot inside you every time he curls his fingers.
“Come on,” Art murmurs, slapping your ass, “I know you want to come again.”
“Yes she does,” Tashi agrees, unable to help herself.
“Greedy girl, never satisfied with just one, huh?” Art teases and Tashi chuckles at his efforts. Art never speaks to her like that, only you. Tashi prefers the more dominant role over both you and her husband.
Still eager to please her you sloppily continue eating her out, lost in the sensation of Art's fingers in your pussy, Tashi’s fingers in your hair—
“Come on baby,” Art encourages, though there’s a hint of desperation in his tone. He wants to come just as badly as you do.
“Such a messy girl,” Tashi coos, propping herself on her elbows, “Oh but so so good. I’m getting close…”
Art slaps your ass again, curling his fingers against your g-spot, and it’s no use. Your jaw slacks and your head lolls against the softness of Tashi’s inner thigh as your walls clench around Art’s fingers, your release barreling through you like a freight train. It knocks the air from your lungs, a desperate cry leaving you as Art makes a noise of triumph.
“So you are capable of winning,” Tashi snaps, a little too cold to be simply a bedroom taunt. Art stares at her, before she sits up, ��I haven’t come yet.”
“Let me,” you murmur, looking up at her, still lying on her thigh. She smiles down at you, stroking your cheek.
“You’re a sweet girl,” she praises, “But Art won. I think he deserves to finish in that sweet little pussy of yours. Would you like that?”
“Tash…I can’t,” you whimper, still sensitive and tingly from your previous orgasms, “I can’t come again.”
Her smile fades back to that familiar smirk. She glances at Art, nodding at the bed. Cock still standing at attention Art joins you both, lying on his back. Tashi’s hand winds its way in your hair, tugging you not so gently from your resting place. You follow her lead like a puppet on a string.
“Don’t be ungrateful,” she accuses, pushing you towards Art’s lap, “This is a reward. You deserve this.”
Art’s cock pokes at the soft plush of your inner thighs as you straddle him. His hands move automatically towards your hips, rough thumbs brushing against you leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He looks at you with wide, watery eyes, blonde hair a tousled mess.
“One more?” he asks, and you know at that moment if you tapped out, he’d respect it. Art was never one to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.
He rubs your hips again, a soothing motion, and you lean into his touch. Something deep inside you tightens with want. You need him. You need her. You inhale a shaky breath and lift your hips, lining the swollen head of his cock with your entrance. Sinking onto him slowly like this is something else. The way he stretches your insides as you come to rest against him is a feeling you’ll never get used to.
“Good girl.”
Art’s head falls back against the pillows and then Tashi pulls them from underneath him. Her husband knows immediately what she’s after and tilts his head back as she climbs onto his face.
Tashi sits on her husband’s face as though it’s her throne. As though he was made for her and no one else.
She pulls you closer as you lazily begin to ride Art. Lips crashing against yours she kisses you passionately, rolling her hips at the pace you began. Soon you find your rhythm, moving in sync together as Art moans beneath you, happy to pleasure both his girls at once. Tashi’s hand finds your hair again and she tugs your head back, latching her lips against your neck.
She’s fond of leaving marks. Art is hers through their marriage, but she likes to remind you that you belong to her as well.
Art bucks his hips up into you, the head of his cock nudging perfectly against your sweet spot, just as his fingers had moments before. A whine leaves your lips and Tashi laughs against your neck.
“He’s good at that, yeah?” she murmurs, placing soft kisses up your neck and returning to your lips, “Good with his cock, good with his…his tongue.” Her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy as Art does something you can only imagine.
He moans again, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he decides the pace you’ve set simply isn’t enough. Art’s hands dip below the curve of your ass right where it meets your thighs, lifting you with ease up and down on his cock. He meets you halfway, thrusting up into you as he slams you up and down.
Your whines increase in volume, turning into elongated moans swallowed by Tashi’s kiss. You can feel her nipples pressing against your own and you reach out to caress them. Tashi gyrates her hips on Art’s face and his pace becomes more frantic as he plants both feet on the mattress fucking up into you harder, faster, deeper.
“I—”
Words are lost to you as your mind goes fuzzy; that familiar pressure in your gut builds, a wave of pleasure cresting deep within you. Tashi’s mouth captures yours once more as she snakes a hand down your front, nimble fingers circling your clit giving you just what you need to reach your end. Again.
With that the rubber band in your belly snaps and you come with a startled cry, pleasured tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as you clench around Art’s thick cock. His hips falter only for a moment as he chases his own release, and soon you feel his cock twitch within your warm walls, his spend blooming inside of you.
Tashi smiles proudly as you and Art ride out your highs, the pair of you moaning, limbs jerking from the exertion. Everything’s a game to her. And she always wins.
“Just like that,” she murmurs, hips still swirling around Art’s face, “Oh god I’m—”
You watch as her thighs tense, her head dips and her eyes squeeze shut as her orgasm crashes over her at last.
Carefully you ease Art’s softening cock from within you and lay between the both of them. Tashi on your left, Art on your right. You’re facing Tashi, watching as she comes down from her high, feeling Art’s chest press against your back.
It’s quiet for a moment, the soft sound of a kiss being pressed to your shoulder the only noise in the room. Art snakes a hand around your waist, fingers brushing the soft skin of your tummy. You giggle slightly at the ticklish sensation which causes him to bite down gently on your shoulder. Tashi simply watches, wetting her lips.
“On the courts at five tomorrow,” she says, before standing, “I’ll run us a bath.”
Art sighs and you can’t help but agree with his subtle frustration. Back to business.
“Whatever you say, coach.”
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NSFW Alphabet
Pairing: Jude Bellingham x Reader
Requested
Word count: 2.3K
Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)
Author’s note: Another request I had on my list that came just in time lmao 🤍 Enjoy, anon!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Aftercare with Jude is practically a ritual. No matter how intense the moment, he makes sure you end the night feeling cherished and at ease. He’s meticulous — cleaning you up with a warm cloth, whispering soft reassurances as he gently wipes away any lingering mess. If he’s gone rough, you’re guaranteed a warm bath where he’ll tenderly wash every inch of you, his touch as gentle as his words, massaging your skin with care. Jude gets extra affectionate afterward; he wants to be close, savoring the post-intimacy warmth with his arms wrapped tightly around you. For him, holding you is almost like another way of saying "I love you" and he needs you to feel that just as deeply.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you, Jude is truly torn. He adores your eyes, especially how they’re filled with love, but also how they look when he’s making them roll back. Then there’s your hair — soft and fragrant, perfect for his hands to pull when he’s got you on all fours or on your knees. Naturally, he’s captivated by your body, your curves, but if he had to pick a favorite, it’s your lips. Those soft, inviting lips that kiss him tenderly, speak words of love, and do...other things that drive him crazy. The way your lips look wrapped around him or just lightly kissing his fingers, or how they brush over his sensitive spots; it’s irresistible.
For himself, it’s between two: he loves his hands, for what they can do to you — massaging, exploring, or lifting you closer when you’re arched back. And, well, his other favorite…take a lucky guess. But those hands of his? They’re his pride and joy when it comes to you.
C = Cum (anything to do with come, basically)
Jude’s favorite place to is definitely inside you. It’s like he’s on another level when he feels your warmth around him, holding him close — he loves how intimate and possessive it feels, and nothing compares to hearing you ask for it. That alone drives him wild. But if he’s feeling extra smug, he’ll finish on you, usually your face. He loves seeing his release on your lips or the stray drops on your lashes, and the way you look with him still covering you leaves him in awe.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Jude loves marking you, even if he rarely admits it. Knowing the hickeys he left are hidden away on your thighs or chest makes him feel smugly possessive. When he’s in a more playful mood, though, he’ll leave them somewhere visible and watch you try to hide them the next day. Seeing you subtly covering up the spots, his love bites just barely hidden, makes him lose his mind.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Jude’s had his fair share of experiences, he’s learned a lot over time and he definitely knows what he’s doing. But with you, he’s dedicated to learning you — he’s incredibly observant and pays attention to all the tiny details about what you like. Every sigh, every shiver, he notes it down mentally, building a whole guide to pleasing you specifically. His experience shows, but he doesn’t coast on it, he’s always looking to make each moment even better, to discover new ways to make you feel good. He’s invested in making every time together feel like it’s just for you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves anything that lets him see you. Whether it’s missionary, or having you on his lap facing him, or you riding him, Jude is addicted to watching you. Seeing your face flushed and eyes struggling to stay focused on him? It’s everything he wants. The way your expression changes when he’s deep inside you, seeing every little reaction up close — it just drives him to keep going, to watch you unravel bit by bit under his touch.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous etc.)
Jude’s mood is flexible, sometimes he’s lighthearted, laughing softly and whispering silly things to make you giggle. Other times, he’s intensely focused, his full attention on you, dead serious about making you feel every inch of his passion. But no matter the mood, his smugness is always there; he can’t help those teasing remarks and that cocky grin, even at the height of intimacy.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is definitely a man who takes pride in keeping himself well-groomed. His hair on top is always styled and maintained, and it’s no different down below. He keeps everything tidy and natural, making sure he’s clean and presentable for you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
With Jude, it’s all about intimacy. He knows that true intimacy is about genuine connection, and he feels that connection with you. His favorite moments are when he’s as close to you as possible, his gaze holding yours if you can keep your eyes open long enough. He’s deeply romantic, telling you all the things he adores about you as he kisses down your body. His intensity and passion grow when he’s with you — nothing matters more to him than making you feel cherished and loved.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Jude likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? When you’re not around, he’ll definitely take matters into his own hands, but he much prefers if you’re on the other end of a phone or FaceTime call with him. If that’s not possible, he has a stash of Polaroids he’s snapped of you, his favorites that he keeps hidden away to help him out when he needs it. To him, nothing compares to the real thing, but he’ll make do when he’s missing you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
This man has the most obvious praise kink. When you tell him how good he’s making you feel or how much you love what he’s doing to you, it’s all he needs to melt into a mess. The more you praise him, the more he ramps up his efforts, practically obsessed with hearing your approval. There are moments when your compliments even make his cheeks heat up, and that vulnerability drives him to work harder, making him practically feral in his need to satisfy you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
While he’s up for a lot as long as you two have privacy, his favorite place will always be the bed. It’s where he can fully take his time, exploring you without limits. The bed gives him the freedom to do whatever he pleases with you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
It’s honestly everything about you, he’s helplessly attracted to every detail. However, nothing drives him crazier than seeing you in his jersey, with his name and number on the back. He can’t get over the sight of “Bellingham” and “5” emblazoned across your shoulders; it’s a powerful reminder that you’re his, and he’s yours. If you wear it around the house, you’re almost guaranteed to end up pinned against a wall, bent over a counter, or pulled onto his lap as he can’t resist making the most of the moment.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s quite open-minded and loves experimenting with new things together, but he has hard boundaries, and bringing other people into your sex life is a firm no. He’s fiercely protective over your bond and can’t even stomach the idea of sharing you with anyone else. Naturally, anything that might hurt or make you uncomfortable is off the table; that goes without saying.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Jude’s mouth was made to worship you — or so he often tells you with a smirk. He’s got serious skill, and he knows how to use it. When he’s between your thighs, it’s his favorite place, and he’s almost desperate as he laps you up, savoring every moment like it’s his last. He’s obsessed with making you come on his tongue and has to physically restrain himself from keeping his mouth on you for hours.
As for you going down on him, that’s a whole different high. Seeing you on your knees, with that gleam in your eyes and your tongue teasing him, brings him to his limit almost instantly.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
His pace varies with his mood, and he loves mixing it up. If he’s been yearning for you all day or feeling a bit possessive, he can get lost in a faster, rougher rhythm, his need for you overpowering everything else. But when the moment’s tender, like on your anniversary or after he’s missed you, it’s slow, steady, and dripping with affection. Every thrust is measured, intimate, filled with soft kisses, whispered promises, and hand-holding. He knows exactly when to be soft or rough, and it keeps things electric between you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Though quickies can be fun, Jude doesn’t favor them. He loves savoring every moment and finds it hard to rush through it; he’d much rather have the time to build up and bring you to the edge slowly. For him, foreplay is essential, and when he doesn’t have the time for all that care and buildup, he’s usually happier waiting until you can fully enjoy each other. That way, the anticipation only makes everything feel even more intense.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
You and Jude are both open to some risks, but you two tend to prioritize safety and privacy. The thrill is there, but he’d never want you both to risk getting caught in any real trouble. However, that doesn’t mean he’s a complete angel: he’s sneaked a hand under your dress at a fancy dinner, given you that mischievous smile, or pressed his hand over your mouth in rooms where you could easily be overheard. Those little thrills are more than enough for him, and they make every private moment afterward even more cherished.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Jude’s stamina is borderline legendary. He’s trained as a top athlete, and while he’s only human, you might be convinced he’s superhuman with how long he can last. He has a strict rule of making you cum at least once before he even thinks of reaching his own high, ensuring you’re completely taken care of. He’s always ready to go for more rounds than you might expect, coaxing you to “give him one more,” until you’re out of breath and only his name remains on your lips.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He enjoys keeping things interesting, so he has a few favorites like handcuffs, a blindfold, and a vibrator for when he’s in the mood to tease. But more than anything, he loves relying on his own body, his hands, mouth, and everything in between, to make you scream his name. He believes his personal touch is more satisfying than any toy could ever be.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jude is, without a doubt, the king of teasing. This is because he has learned all the tiny, almost unnoticeable things that turn you on and he exploits them like a motherfucker. He’ll make you flustered with a single look, drag out the anticipation until you’re practically begging, and won’t even touch you until he knows you’re fully aching for him. He loves seeing you on edge, desperate, and completely at his mercy.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He knows how much you enjoy his sounds, so he doesn’t hold back. His deep, husky grunts, the way he moans in that accent, and his whispered, filthy words keep you coming undone. He’s vocal because he knows his sounds drive you wild, and he loves to let you know exactly how good you make him feel.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He’s got a thing for mirror sex. He loves watching you watch yourself as he has his way with you, making you see just how needy and beautiful you are. It’s a game for him — if you close your eyes or look away, he’ll slow his pace and tease you until you’re back to looking at the reflection. It’s a control thing, and he absolutely relishes seeing you struggle to keep your eyes open.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
“Impressive” doesn’t quite do him justice. Jude’s perfectly large and proportional, the kind of fit that has you thinking about him hours after he’s left. When he’s fully hard and deep inside you, it’s a feeling you never get used to, almost as if he’s about to split you in half.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Jude’s sex drive is fairly high, almost perpetually ready to show you how much he loves you. If he’s not dealing with major stress from his career, he’s pretty much down anytime, anywhere. Just a hint of flirtation or a touch from you is often all it takes to get him started.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As much as Jude loves sleep, he never nods off until he knows you’re completely settled. Watching you fall asleep in his arms, seeing your breathing slow and your face at ease — it gives him his own kind of peace. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable and content, then he lets himself drift off, happy to have you curled up beside him.
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OP smutty headcanons
Warnings: ⚠️no minors pls ⚠️
Just some fun headcanons I have for some of the OP men ☠️
OP men: Zoro, Sanji, Law and Luffy.
pt. 2
Roronoa Zoro:
- he’s gonna be rough with you (are you really surprise???)
- but his aftercare is actually thoughtful. If thoughtful means getting you a wet nap to clean up and putting you to bed because he practically ruined your body
-he’s gonna be smirking pridefully when he sees you walking funny the next day
- degrading (receiving) tell him you think mihawk would be a better lover or that sanji’s stamina is stronger - he’s gonna be so pissed but he’s gonna dick you down harder. Call him weak and you’re done for, might as well save up for a new pussy.
- oral (receiving) he’s gonna sit back and relax while you do the work. Arms crossed again his chest the entire time, he’s not gonna let you know he’s enjoying himself -that’s for weak men.
- thigh kink: his favorite way to watch you get off is by riding his enormous thighs and you’re eyes have to be on him the whole time.
Black Leg Sanji:
- Praise kink (receiving) tell him what a good boy he is!
- Hand kink (giving) he only uses his hands for two things - cooking and fingering you until your juices are all over his fingers.
- Food Play (giving) he wants to feed you chocolate covered strawberries while fucking you. If you allow it, can he please lick chocolate off your nipples???
- Nipple sucking (giving) His favorite thing is to lay his head upon your lap, your fingers in his hair as he sucks on your nipples. He can cum in his pants if allowed enough time. He got mommy issues yall.
- Missionary King: he wants to see your face at all times and he wants to treat you like a Queen. And queens don’t have to lift a finger! He’s gonna take good care of you and make sure you cum first before him.
- Aftercare includes cleaning you up himself, drawing a bath for you and making sure you have enough food and water.
Trafalgar D. Water Law:
- you have to take the lead, he’s kinda shy….
- but once the ball gets rolling…he tends to be a little more assertive but polite. “Is this fine?” He’ll asks when he starts to move faster in you.
- he can’t handle how cute you look when he’s inside you that he asks if you guys can do doggy style instead. He can’t focus, so that’s his favorite position.
- he’s needy and stalks you around the ship. He won’t outright say it but he’s always down to fuck. Or maybe some foreplay? He has no problem sending you two to his room with his power, he can have you naked on his bed in seconds!
- praise kink (giving/receiving) he likes when you tell him how good he’s making you feel and in return, he will (under his breath, he’s shy!) how good you make him feel.
- aftercare includes telling you to use the restroom right after. He’s a doctor ya’ll he doesn’t want you to get a UTI. But then he’ll beckon you back to the bed because he likes to cuddle. Cuddling is mandatory for at least thirty minutes. He’s the big spoon.
Monkey D. Luffy:
- he’s a little complicated, but he’s an eager lover.
- he’s a “I need it now and I don’t care where we’re at or whose around” kinda guy. There’s been enough times where the rest of the crew has come to recognize the look in his eye and quickly leave the two of you alone.
- he likes eating…so eating you out is his favorite thing to do. His head digs into your thighs and he acts like he hasn’t eaten all day. “You taste really good!”
- praise kink (receiving/giving) tell him he’s gonna be the king of the pirates and he’ll do whatever you want. Every time you make him cum, he always is thankful and rewards you with a kiss and a pat on the head. But you tell him he needs to do more than that! He does lol
- his stamina lasts forever. He can raw dog you for hours if you allowed it but most of the time you have to beg him to finish - your body can’t handle it!
- aftercare really is just him bringing food for you and him to eat in bed. Then a really long nap, his arms wrapped around you - even if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t!
……………….
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what if all might + “Awhh does this little princess/prince like being choked? Of course you do.” + soft aftercare too?
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, choking, making a sex tape, younger!All Might, catchphrase USED cause I'm a heathen for that man's catchphrase, rough sex
Your boyfriend isn’t the most adventurous when it comes to making love. He doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. It’s just not something he enjoys doing. But when you two talked about making a sex tape for the both of you, he decided to sit you down and talk about what other things you’d like to maybe try.
And that’s when you discussed him being just a little more rough. Hair pulling, spanking, choking…it all really excited him more than he imagined it would. Just the thought of that alone had him hard and raring to go.
Things got set up quickly. A safeword was decided on. The camera was on the tripod, ready to capture every single moment of this amazing night. You and Toshinori had decided to take a warm bath first, just to soothe your nerves. Then he has you spread out on the bed, love in your eyes. He turns on the camera before he unties his robe and lets it drop on the ground.
“I am here…to make love to you.”
Your cheeks burn. You really can’t believe he would say that. But of course, would it even be a true All Might sex tape if he doesn’t say his catchphrase to some degree?
A soft moan escapes you as Toshinori leans in to kiss you passionately. The way his hands caress you makes the hair on your body stand on end. When your eyes meet again, you can tell he’s very horny for you. Toshinori takes his time with you, kissing you all over, caressing your body.
He brings you to orgasm at least twice with his mouth alone; his eyes are alight with passion and lust when he finally settles on his knees between your thighs. He spreads them even further, slowly pushing his cock deep into you. Your eyes roll back and you shudder as he bottoms out.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts. “That’s it! Look how full you are for me!”
You try to look down but you’re almost too lost in the lust. Toshinori begins a steady and deep pace, which only grows faster and harder as he leans in to kiss you. His big hands clutch your hips, pulling you closer with every harsh thrust. Then you feel his hand moving upwards, kneading your breasts first before you feel him go higher.
The minute his thumb and index finger press on the sides of your neck, you know that you’re going to be done for. Just the sensation of him pressing down on the delicate parts of your throat, it drives you crazy. You feel the air being blocked just a bit, and you pant softly. Toshinori removes the pressure, allowing you to breathe.
“Toshi, please…” the way you beg for more makes him shudder.
So he does it again, slowing his pace inside of you. Your walls flutter around him, causing him to grunt and smirk at you. You’re finding yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. With one last push against your neck, you fall off the edge with a strangled moan of his name.
“Awhh does this little princess like being choked? Of course you do.”
He removes his hand, pushing your legs to your chest so he can fuck himself into you harder and faster and so much deeper. All Might cums deep inside of you with a loud growl against your ear. The two of you hold each other for a few minutes after the final aftershocks of his orgasm and you share sweet little kisses.
Then he gets up from the bed, his seed dribbling from your poor little cunt. He turns off the camera and heads to the bathroom. When Toshinori returns, he’s cleaning you up with a warm washcloth and asking you if you’re okay.
“I didn’t really hurt you, did I?” He asks, smiling sheepishly.
You shake your head, “No, it was perfect.”
Once you’re all cleaned up, Toshinori gathers you up in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. He rubs your back slowly and softly, talking to you about the experience. He makes sure you’re alright.
And when you two watch the video later, you’re both very turned on with the results.
dividers: @adornedwithlight
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Kinktober Day 5 - Yandere!Moon God!Soobin + Somnophilia & Praise
@stopaskinf Said: Yandere! Moon god soobin with somnophilia and praise 🧎♀️
A/n: I got more carried away with this one than I thought I would lmaoo I hope you enjoy!
Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession
Word Count: 1,209
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One hour.
It’s been about one hour since he’s started.
Good.
One hour is all it will take.
Blocking out the sun is no easy feat, but to him, it’s as easy as closing the blinds. A spontaneous solar eclipse is child’s play for him, especially with everything he’s had planned.
There you rest, head delicately pressed against his chest with his cock still buried deep inside of you. Your body is draped over his own, his hands gently caressing over your spine as he holds you close. Even though he had wanted the previous night to last forever, it sadly could not. Thus, this is the next best thing.
Soobin has never hated the sun. It is the glorious star that give his rock light. However, when it comes to you, there is nothing more satisfying than the way you look bathed in his moonlight. Besides, why use the sun when you are the only light in his life he will ever need?
Darkness has always been his best friend, and now, it shall be yours as well.
The corner of his lips quirk upwards, his one hand coming up to caress the side of your face. Tenderly, he brushes his fingers over your cheek, admiring every inch of your bare skin pressed against his own.
He may have claimed you as his last night, but now, Soobin wants more. Nothing will ever be enough when it comes to you, and he promises to never make you doubt his affections for you. After all, this is only the start of your forever.
Gently, Soobin rolls his hips up into your own, the moon almost completely covering the sun. He’s lucky you sleep so soundly for the moment, for he doesn’t want to risk the eclipse damaging your eyesight. Despite the fact that he could heal you instantly, he swore to never hurt you. Even if the end result will bring the two of you even closer than you were last night.
His cock twitches deep within you, his chest rumbling contently as thoughts of the previous evening fill his mind. He can still hear the way your voice cried out for him, and your desperate moans as you pulled him in closer, begging him for more.
Carefully, he rolls you both onto your sides, hooking your leg around his hip. His hand slides up your thigh and towards your ass, squeezing the tender flesh appreciatively. He can feel his cock throbbing deep within your warmth, and the way you involuntarily clench around him makes him moan.
Again, he grinds his hips into your own.
Kisses are placed softly against your face, tracing a path from your forehead to your nose, over your cheeks, and finally to your lips. His tongue traces the curve of your bottom lip, nose nuzzling yours before he’s finally pulling you flush against himself. His kiss is desperate as he rolls his hips against your own.
Your eyes flutter open, a soft moan breathed against his lips.
Soobin wastes no time. With his hands holding you steady, he shifts you onto your back, hovering over you as galaxies shimmer within his eyes. The very stars are only emphasized by the way the world goes still around you, blanketing you both in a comforting darkness.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” his low voice rumbles out. “Do you like your gift?”
Leaning in, Soobin begins tracing his lips against the skin of your neck. Open mouthed kisses are placed along your pulse, tongue laving over each spot soon afterwards.
He pulls almost all of the way out of you only to slowly thrust back in.
A small gasp escapes your lips, head tilting back as you feel his cock fill you just as it did last night. Your eyes catch on the beautiful solar eclipse hanging directly over his open temple, blanketing the world in darkness and making you feel like you are the only two in the world.
You clench around him.
“Beautiful.” The word is a mere whisper on your lips as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
“Yes. You are, Gorgeous,” he hums, repeating his tender movement of pulling nearly all the way out of you only to push back in slowly once more. “So beautiful when you let me fill you with my cock.”
A sigh of his name slips passed your lips.
“That’s it, Beautiful.” A low, pleased hum escapes him. “Sing my name to the heavens and tell everyone who lives to serve you.”
Your nails scrape against his back, his thrusts increasing slightly. That intensity you’ve come to recognize from him never leaves his gaze as he rests his forehead gently on your own.
“Fuck- you take me so well, Gorgeous,” he pants, his eyes shimmering with starlight as he brushes his nose against your own. “Like you were made for me.”
“I was made for you, Soobin,” your eyes flutter shut, words a mere blissful sigh on your lips. “As you were made for me.”
A pleased rumble shakes his chest, his hips snapping into yours particularly hard at your words. His one hand sneaks between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and gently beginning to rub in circles. The way he hears you choke on a moan only causes his lips to twitch upwards.
“My Goddess,” he growls in agreement. “Fuck- I never want to be parted from you.”
Your back arches slightly as he increases the pressure of his finger over your clit, a high pitched whine escaping you.
“Look at how perfect you are.” His voice is but a low whisper, affection dripping from his tongue. “Nothing compares to your beauty, My Goddess. I could worship you for all eternity, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
You pull him in closer, clenching hard around his cock. That familiar tightness is building deep within you, and with every drag of his cock over your walls, with every flick of his thumb over your clit, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
The moment you guide his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, you feel yourself let go.
A pleased snarl escapes him as he feels you keen into his touch, your chest pressing firmly against his own. The way he can feel your warmth squeezing him has his hips stuttering, burying himself deep inside of you as he lets himself go. He comes with a low groan, swallowing every whimper you offer him as his thumb continues to circle your clit, needing your pleasure to last as long as it possibly can.
The first rays of the sun begin to reappear from behind the moon.
Soobin pecks your lips a few more times in succession as you come down from your high. His hands trace over your sides, holding you as close to him as he can, needing to feel all of you pressing against all of him. His forehead rests lightly against your own, nose nuzzling yours softly. His chest rumbles contently, rolling his hips against yours tenderly. The faint wet squelch he can hear each time he pushes your combined releases back into you only serves to make his head spin.
His eyes flutter shut.
“My Perfect Goddess.”
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what’s done is done (and done again) | leon k.
summary: somehow, you figure you've been here before. and, somewhere far off, he knows you've been here before, too. genre(s): romance, drama, angst, modern au warning(s): female anatomy described, mentions of bodily fluids, dry humping, explicit language, profanity, praise kink, implied character death, mentions of decay and blood notes: it's a fuckin’ time loop. based off this post i made a little while ago. inspired by the time traveler's wife and happy death day. thank you for reading, darling! now playing: if you let me - alina baraz
You’re in the briefing room, fighting for your life.
Almost face-plant into your notebook a few times. Doesn’t help that it’s warm and dim, and you haven’t had your coffee.
Your supervisor decided it would be an excellent time to bore you all half to death as if you weren’t already constantly putting your lives on the line. Something about Operational Security violations running rampant throughout your organization.
Blah, blah, blah.
Of everything you’ve faced thus far, death by PowerPoint would be such a way to go.
“Long night?” bleeds in a voice from your right. Your savior.
You look at Leon, all wild-eyed, like you’ve been caught doing something nefarious. He smiles in reply, all boyish and unguarded. Watches you like you’ve said something funny or like he could just eat you up. Whatever the context, you enjoy the attention. You always do when it comes from your partner.
Your face begins to tingle with warmth. But you mask your embarrassment with a half-smile and an elbow to his rib.
“You would know,” you mouth back, careful not to alert your supervisor.
Leon smiles a little wider. Chuckles low and abrasive, leaning back in his chair with folded arms. Gives you a nice little view of the veins that live there and the muscle lurking beneath the cuffed sleeves of his shirt.
He catches you staring in his peripheral, and the smugness he radiates is palpable. No one’s the wiser when he grazes your leg with his under the table. Sets little goose pimples alight on your skin when he pitches himself forward to grip your quad.
You take to messing with some frayed edges of your notebook, tucking your goofy, lopsided smile within its pages. Mind suddenly colors with memories of last night. Labored breaths, sweat, heat, and your tongue coiled around his name.
Your body hums, and you pinch your thighs together to ward off the pleasant rush of endorphins between. He squeezes and winks, smile lines bracketing his mouth as he returns his attention to the mindless dribble of your boss.
What a long night, indeed.
“Dinner?” Leon simply asks over the blue light of your monitor.
It feels like more of a statement than a request. Like he knows you’d never deny him as he presses the lid of your laptop closed with a definitive click!
You sit back in an easy slouch in your rolling chair. Cross your arms, looking every bit of smug-read-annoyed, and you eye him warily.
“Only dinner?”
That grin is back. All dimpled and crinkly-eyed as he props himself against the oakwood of your desk. Bathed in the ethereal glow of the setting sun bleeding into your window, he laughs something guttural. You’re the cheekiest little shit when you wanna be.
“No promises,” he admits with a shrug. Exudes sex even without trying.
You regard him for a moment. Keep him on edge, though both of you already know the answer. Doesn’t mean you can’t make him squirm with the prospect of your potential rejection.
You clear your throat after a brief stare down. Feign indifference as you smooth out your sleeves and trousers.
“Your place or mine?”
Like you’d ever say no.
Your place.
It’s always your place, but you can’t complain. You live on the quieter side of town, tucked away from the cacophony of the city and your nosy-as-all-hell coworkers.
Besides, it’s all cozy inside. Decked out with mood lights and earth tones and enough plants to rival a greenhouse.
Leon likes it this way. How it distracts him from the bleakness of your jobs. The ever-looming premise of death and decay and corruption. So, you never bother to change it. It’s his little piece of heaven.
You’re his little piece of heaven.
Speaking of which—
“Stop it!” you half squeal, half giggle, spatula in one hand, a fistful of soft blonde in the other.
The sound of your collective merriment carries from the kitchen. Sepia-toned with smooth jazz leaking from the soundbar.
Leon’s chuckle vibrates your skin. Hands are a searing hot and homely pressure, perched on your waist. Lips blister kisses down the slope of your shoulder, and his hair tickles your neck.
“Can’t help myself. ‘sides, you had a little sauce on your neck. Had to—” Kiss. “—clean it up for you.” Suck.
“Bullshit.”
“Mmmm, honest,” Leon drawls in a way that makes your knees shake, and you feel the sound of it pooling in your loins.
He proceeds to do terribly distracting things with his mouth on your neck whilst his hands embark on a journey down your thighs. They bunch up the lace of your dress on their excursion, making way for his fingers to tiptoe between your legs, gripping meaty thigh until your flesh craters between.
“Leon.”
You huff out something between a laugh and a pleasured sigh. An eager hand instinctively curls around his nape, and you find yourself mindlessly grinding against him. Eyes shutter closed, head falls back into the pocket of his shoulder. Around a smile, you breathe,
“I worked really hard on this. You don’t let me finish, I’ll kick your ass.”
That doesn’t deter him. Not in the slightest. Never does, and he snickers something sinister. Eases his grip on your thighs northward until the knuckles of his thumbs graze the seat of your panties. You shiver. Almost say, fuck dinner.
“Thought you were on the menu.”
You snort, gripping the counter’s edge for leverage and shoving back. Leon stumbles a few steps away, all blown wide pupils and a peachy color dusting his cheeks. Looks at you like a kicked puppy. That wobbly lip nearly does it for you.
“Later,” you promise.
Leon has a sweet tooth. You always give him dessert.
It’s a mire of sounds.
Your voice, high and light. Leon’s, deep and abrasive. Your collective laughter and pleasured sighs intermingle in your bedroom whilst music croons in the background.
He’s got you where he wants you. Straddling his lap on your bed like a good girl, swathed in the subtle moon glow of the room. Has his lips latched onto your throat and his hands eagerly mapping out the contours of your body.
Your dress is bunched around your hips. Straps spilling down your arms, head thrown back, lids shuttered. He has this way of whittling you down to incoherencies like no one ever has.
Who would’ve thought your goofy little Leon could be such a sex symbol?
He grips your waist, encouraging you to grind against him. Hard and heavy, and he radiates heat through the confines of his slacks. He feels so good and big, and you might just cum from the sensation alone. From the proximity. From the dangerous gravel of his voice as he murmurs every level of filth into your ear.
So good for me.
Already wet, and I haven’t even taken your panties off.
Naughty baby.
You might cum before I even get it inside.
You would fully surrender yourself to him—to his palms kneading your breasts and the calluses of his thumbs scraping pleasantly over your nipples—if not for a series of buzzing sounds emanating from your nightstand.
Again.
“God dammit,” you sigh, trying to catch your breath.
“Fuck that,” Leon husks, licking up the column of your throat. Desperation wades beneath the surface of his tone. Possessiveness. Desire. “Fuck the phone. I want you. Need you.”
It’s hard to argue when he gazes at you like that, with hooded eyes and furled lashes. And he’s drunk off the feel of you. Begging. Dipping his head down to close his lips around your pebbled nipple, and it’s like you’ve been struck by white lightning.
“Fuh-huck!”
He groans against your tit in reply, matching the undulation of your hips with a roll of his own. You cling to him for dear life, fingers buried in his hair, pussy leaking and swollen against the seam of his trousers, mouth parted, and lips shining with spit.
Try as you might to ignore it, the insistent humming of your phone leaks through the static of your brain.
“Fuck, Leon, I gotta…I gotta take this,” you gasp, scrambling for the nightstand. Whoever’s calling doesn’t know the meaning of peace.
Leon doesn’t relent. Has a mouthful of tit, flittering his tongue over your nip and eyeing you wantonly and fucking groaning like you’re the tastiest morsel to ever grace his tongue.
A familiar voice bleeds through the receiver as you bite your lips against a whine.
“Hey!” trills your coworker, all shrill and uncomfortably cheery despite the hour. Cheryl from HR. You should’ve known.
Play it cool. Though it’s exceedingly difficult with the object of your desires fucking you through your clothes.
“Hey. What’s up?”
“Girl, I think I left my purse in your car.”
You blanch.
You picked her up for lunch. Of course, she left it.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Think my ID’s in there. Can’t get into the office in the morning without it. You know they’re tired of me losing that thing.” Sigh.
A groan swells in your chest. You’re at odds with yourself. Slap a hand over your forehead, cursing whatever higher being decided to bless and punish you tonight. “I’ll go check the car,” you relent. Leon releases a chagrined sound in the background. Pins you with incredulous eyes as he releases your tit from his mouth with a wet pop!
Fitfully, you wrestle yourself free from Leon’s arms. Giggle as you stumble off the bed, and Leon lunges for you. You easily dodge, tiptoeing towards the entrance of your bedroom. Give him a placating smile halfway through the threshold, silently promising to finish what you’ve started once you’re done.
Hurry back, he mouths around a pout. Makes little grabby hands at you, and the furrow of his brows almost makes you clamber back onto his lap. But you’re a Good Samaritan. Sometimes. And you’ll never hear the end of it if you don’t find Cheryl’s purse.
Soundlessly, you whisk through your home towards the garage after fixing your dress. Ease into the driver seat of your car, the door slamming shut behind. You locate her purse on the passenger side floor with laser precision. Hard not to see it when it’s gaudy and pink like that.
You rummage through it, mindful of its contents. Find her ID soon after, turning over the cool plastic in your hand to confirm.
“It’s in here.”
She releases a weighted sigh on the other end of the phone.
“I can meet you at the front gate in the morning to give it to you.”
“Girl, thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”
You tamp down a smile. Tuck your bashfulness into your shoulder. Cheryl’s infectiously chipper. A nice change of pace to the depressing humdrum of your profession.
“Yeah, yeah. See you in the morning.”
“See ya!”
When she hangs up, you ease her purse into your glove box. Nestle it between pistol mags and your badge for safekeeping.
You glance at your phone. Squint against its brilliance, and it’s a quarter to midnight. Fuck. Another late night.
A quiet smile crests over your lips when you catch sight of your home screen. Of course, it would be Leon. With an adorably cheesy dog filter, and he’s all baggy-eyed and uncharacteristically happy on the screen. You’ve gotta get back to him. Left him all hard and leaking in your bed.
So, you reach for the crisp door handle, mind abuzz with thoughts of Leon, Leon, Leon.
But then, there’s suddenly an explosion of colors. Yellow and orange seeping into red. A sound that’s deafening and robs you of all thought. White hot pain wading over your skin. And then…
Well, then, there is nothing.
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If you’re still open for prompts, can we get Tav to bring Astarion for shopping, claiming she has no fashion sense, but in truth it’s to make him buy something for himself?
I don’t know if you’ve seen the free cam screenshots, but the inside of Astarion’s test is bleak and messy, and in the lower city camp he’s hanging filthy rags to dry above his tent, like he’s so used to only focusing on his outerwear that he forgot he can actually get himself some nice towels and bedding for personal use.
notes: what a sweet request! i get so many lovely requests for astarion and it's what he deserves tbh.
words: <1k
rating: T
“I’m not sure why you need me to come with you. Apart from because you’re in need of my stellar company, of course,” Astarion sniffs.
“Well, you have the best taste in camp, and I trust you with this sort of thing. Besides, what were you really planning on doing today apart from irritating Gale?”
Astarion makes a show of putting in a bookmark and slamming his novel closed, looking up properly at where you’ve wandered over to him. He pretends to be a bit irked, but he wasn’t really paying attention to the words in front of him anyway - he was too busy sneaking glances up at you as you helped out around the camp. It’s something he’s been doing a lot recently. His eyes are drawn to you. He is drawn to you. Magnetised.
But that is far too raw-hearted and personal for you to know, so he’s desperately trying to hide his weakness for you beneath a layer of palette-knifed-on apathy. He suspects it isn’t working.
“Come on,” you continue, your pleading too sweet to be ignored, “it won’t take long. I just need to get a couple of bits for my tent, you know, to spruce it up. Please?”
Astarion groans. Secretly, he doesn’t mind. He’d quite enjoy it, actually. But if you know that then you suddenly have power over him, and the idea of letting someone have power over him again, even if it’s you, scares the unlife out of him.
Still, though. When your eyes are buttery-soft and there’s that furrow in your brow which comes with your sincere confusion, he feels his walls being shattered.
“Fine,” he groans, dramatically, “I suppose you do need some help picking out nice things. Let’s head off, then.”
He tries to ignore the way that his heart does a silly little leap when you light up at the idea.
And so, Astarion lets you drag him into Baldur’s Gate. He is once again overwhelmed with how much he missed the city - not during the times with Cazador, of course, but back in his youth, when he was able to stroll about and shop like this under his own free will. When he had a magistrate’s salary and a healthy portion of it could go on things like this, frivolous and fine things. Maybe he is a little bitter at first as you take him store-to-store, but he soon finds himself relaxing into the joy of a spree; when your hand tangles with his he lets you lead him around, quietly revelling in your delight as you leaf through linens and silks.
Your day together becomes a chorus of, “this one or this one?” holding up bedsheets for him to help you decide between, letting him make a lengthy decision as he tests threadcounts against his alabaster fingers. He helps you pick blankets, new soft towels for when you’re able to bathe (a luxury at the moment, but still…) some sweet-scented candles and incense for your tent to cover the smell of dirt caked into you all.
He suggests lavender. It’s his favourite.
At the end of the day he watches you count out gold onto the final merchant’s counter before taking a heavy woven tote full of your purchases. It feels like a satisfying venture has been had, but he still feels a bit hollow - after all, your hands are full, and his are achingly empty.
You stop when you clear the doorway back onto the street, and hold the bags to him.
“What? I’m not carrying your things for you. I’m not Karlach!” he says, appalled. You roll your eyes at him.
“I’m not making you my pack mule, Astarion. I doubt you could be - ” he’s about to interject and bite back at that little jab, but you barrel on regardless, “ - they’re a gift. This is all for you.”
He freezes. Blinks. Eyes drop down to the shopping as if it’s a Mimic, waiting for him to let his guard down so that it can eat his arm.
“All for me?”
You nod, and when he doesn’t move to take the handles, you gently open up his fingers like the petals of a flower and deposit them into his palm instead.
He feels the weight of the new things. Of his new things. He doesn’t know how to respond. His brain feels blank.
“I have money, you know,” he says, partly defending himself against your kindness, and partly against the idea that you might think he’s in need of charity. You sigh and cross your arms, a sure sign of not taking any of his nonsense right now.
“I know, and I am perfectly capable of giving you a gift because I think you deserve one. There is no trick here, Astarion. I just thought you should have a couple of new bits because you barely buy them for yourself. You’re allowed to have nice things, you know.”
Ah. That hurts him a bit, not because you’re being unkind, but because maybe you’re being truthful. His hands became used to a needle and thread by candlelight, to tiny neat stitches done with such precision it was difficult to notice that anything he mended was ever damaged at all. But he does not live that life any more. He can open himself to the possibility of being pampered again.
He likes that idea.
He retracts his arms, clutching the shopping to his body, as if he’s afraid that you’ll change your mind. You smile at him so brightly that he feels as if you are the sun.
“...Thank you,” he manages, eventually.
“Any time,” you say, and he knows you mean that.
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Headcanon: love languages
How Callisto and Penelope are disgustingly in love and decide to make it everyone’s problem. Their specialty is being smitten with each other no matter how much time has passed since they got together—sometimes it’s too much for the eyes of other people, cavity-inducing sight right there from too much sweetness.
➺ Physical touch:
Simply put, it’s reassuring. They always reach for the other, both as a sense of security and comfort. Hugs are very frequent and last for a good couple of minutes because neither of them wants to separate first, or at all.
When Callisto is stressed or is about to lose his temper, Penelope places a hand on his shoulder or seeks his own out. It helps him calm down and gather his thoughts.
Kisses are the best, Callisto can never get enough, and Penelope gets all warm and fuzzy inside when he gives her all the little soft kisses.
Callisto always has his arm wrapped around Penelope or holds her hand, it makes him feel good—it improves his day too (the palace staff will forever be grateful).
He’s very clingy, so much so that even during summer when it’s very hot, Callisto gathers her all to him even when she tells him that it’s too hot for cuddles, he doesn’t care that they’re both actively sweating waterfalls during nighttime as well. Penelope tries to roll away but ultimately fails to escape her husband’s clinginess.
➺ Words of affirmation:
Between the two of them, Callisto is the most vocal when it comes to expressing his affection through words, however with time Penelope learns too.
A reoccurring thing between them is that they tell each other the first thing that goes through their head, keywords bluntness and honesty.
Penelope could be staring at Callisto for a good five minutes and when he inquires about it, she just blurts out “you’re beautiful” or “I love you” which inevitably stuns him momentarily; it’s the same the other way around only that Penelope sees it coming since he does it pretty often, but inevitably she still gets all flustered.
➺ Acts of service:
This speaks for itself. Callisto would do anything for her and although he doesn’t expect anything back from her, Penny would still do them and he gets very happy when that happens.
The most frequent instance is him carrying her around despite her protesting against it. Penelope won’t admit it out loud but she enjoys being carried like that. Callisto knows and doesn’t miss any chance to tease her for it.
Massages could be classified as another act of service, especially after a long day. When he’s tired, Penny helps him take baths and is the one that washes his hair, he enjoys it a lot because her touch is relaxing.
Meanwhile, Callisto just wants to take care of his wife and often shoos the maids away because of it. It leads to him learning Penelope’s routine for skincare and whatnot. Later on to her insistence, they both end up having facem masks together to his amusement.
➺ Gift giving:
Having held off from splurging for most of his life, finally Callisto has something that he’d gladly spend his money on—or rather someone.
To him, Penelope deserves nothing but the best so he doesn’t think twice about getting her anything and everything she wants.
He tends to buy every little thing that reminds him of her, later offering them to Penelope as gifts—even if it lands him a scolding. She thinks he goes too overboard, but Callisto just wants to see her happy and shower her with riches and pretty things like her.
When they go out, if her eyes happen to linger on an object for longer than 5 seconds, it’s as good as sold in his books and you best believe he will get it for her, despite her protests.
Years later, Penelope is still salty over that handkerchief incident (even if she won’t ever admit it), so she embroiders plenty of handkerchiefs for him, and Callisto is always carrying at least one with him, proudly so. The others end up in the drawers of his office desk or easily reachable spots in places he spends the most time, so he never has to go without one.
Penelope also has some jewelry pieces made, thanks to her mines and assets which she turns into a business; due to this, Callisto is always seen wearing a brooch, cufflinks and earrings that are quite unique, expensive and of high quality. He’s very proud of those and likes to show off the gifts his wife got him, he can often be found bragging about said gifts in front of his vassals and soldiers—anyone really, even during events.
No one is spared from the Emperor’s endless gushing and words of adulation for his Empress and her thoughtfulness.
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Wanted to say I looovvve how you write Arthur! Since you’re taking requests I was wondering if you’d do something like the nsfw alphabet for him or just general headcanons for him? Thank you:)
I’ve always wanted to do one of these. Thanks for the nudge! For reference, our boah is high-honor for this.
Drop a line and tell me which one is your favorite!
NSFW Alphabet : Arthur Morgan
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s usually a panting, groaning mess after orgasm, but as soon as he catches his breath, he’s peppering your face with kisses, heaping praise upon you.
“Such a good girl.” He’ll rumble in those low timbres, his deep voice sex-hoarse as he gently wipes his spend from your skin.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Arthur loves the gentle slope - the long curve of your neck. He loves kissing it, suckling at it, leaving marks and bruises as he not so secretly enjoys you having physical signs that you’re his.
He’s not one to think much of himself, he’s known to degrade himself, but if you were insistent on an answer, he would say his arms. Broad and strong from years of hard living - heaving hunted animals over his shoulder, roping horses, beating men. His arms draw you into the line of his body, wrapping around your waist and keeping you secure and safe.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s not an idiot. Not at this point in his life. Having had gotten a girl pregnant and living in proximity to John’s stupidity with Abigail, he knows that the temporary high of spending into a woman wasn’t worth the risk of conceiving a child.
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wish, want, so much, to spend within your warmth, not to pull himself from you jerkily.
If he were another man, in another life, not running in an outlaw gang - he would love to stay inside, to create life within you - to watch you grow and birth his child. If only. If only.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Big, bad gunslinger - outlaw - criminal, god, he would never hear the end of it if others knew how he whimpers as you nudge that spot beneath his testicles, your fingers pressing against that skin, and it feels so good he could cry.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
While in his later adult years, he has had fewer partners, in his youth, Arthur was a wild stallion. Rolling into a saloon with a sly smile and a bag full of gold coins from a robbery, working women flocked to him, and he certainly enjoyed their company.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Arthur certainly enjoys any way he can have you - and he certainly has enjoyed an array of positions - holding you up against a brick wall in a back alley in Saint Denis, bending you over the table in an empty cabin, watching you gyrate above him- riding him as he fucks up into you.
But deep down, this grisled outlaw is a romantic at heart, though he will never admit it.
He loves the most when you’re underneath him, when he can see your pretty face when you come, when he can spread himself out over you, when you cross your ankles over his hips to draw you in.
In this cruel, hard world, he loves you safe and secure beneath him, where he can shield you from all of its ugliness, if only for a few moments.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Arthur’s sense of humor is notoriously dry, and frankly, it's not brought to the bed, or whatever surface he’s having you on.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well, it is 1899. And he’s a man that lives out in the wilds. Baths are hard to come by.
But you do enjoy trailing your fingers along the trail of dark hair that begins at his navel and spreads across his pelvis - straight to the chestnut curls at the base of his cock.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Arthur worships you as the two of you fall into bed with one another. God, he told you he loved you before he slept with you - of course the moment is thick with emotion.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sure, if a job takes him away from you for several days, he’ll get lonely. Arthur will pull the flaps on his small tent and lay himself on his bedroll, unbuttoning his union suit and taking his length in hand, closing his eyes and picturing you there: the way you whine into his ear. The way you clutch at his shoulders, the way you roll your hips to take him deeper. The way you grit out his name as you’re reaching the edge, the way your cunt pulses around him-
He spills over his hand, moaning as he comes down from his high. As he catches his breath and wipes off his hand before tucking himself away, he knows, he knows, that he will have to have the real thing as soon as he returns to you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
For someone with a mind-numbingly high bounty on his head, he should not like getting tied up so much.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Not that he has many options most of the time, his cot within his tent being the normal spot, but he does love to have you in a big bed, naked and squirming on fresh sheets. He takes you to hotels when he can, enjoying the ability to press you down into a soft mattress.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like successfully pulling off a heist. Riding back into camp loaded down with riches, swinging down off his horse, after depositing the take, he will seek you out, taking you hand in his and kissing it gently before walking you back to his tent and laying you down on his cot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He may be a killer, a criminal, a bad person. But he does have a code. He has never and will never force himself on a woman. He would never force you to do anything for him if you said no, even though it would be more than easy enough for him to overpower you.
Fortunately for him, you don’t like saying no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Christ, you wonder as you throw your head back in the pillow, was there anything this man couldn’t do well? He’s between your thighs suckling at your clit, tongue lapping at your entrance, pressing inside you as his warm breath ghosts over your core. Arthur loves diving between your legs, even drawing up your skirts out in the wild and tasting you. And god, is he good at it.
While he likes to give, give, give, he cannot help but groan as you sink to your knees in front of him, babbling near incoherently as you suck his cock until he spills hot and fast down your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the setting. If he’s forced to go quickly, it is a brutal, punishing rhythm. But oh, if he’s got you in bed with nothing but time, he savors each slow, long stroke, and the whimpers that drip from your mouth like ambrosia.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his favorite. He’d rather take his time to painstakingly take you apart - to feel every inch of you against him, to see and taste and love you. To give you the attention he believes fully you deserve.
But sometimes, the man just needs to be inside you, sheathing his cock in your warm, wet cunt. With your clothes still on and undergarments shoved to the side, Arthur groans as he sinks inside you, wanting never to leave.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to try just about anything - unless it has the ability to hurt you. You hear talk in the saloons from working girls of acrobatic positions that you tell him about while blushing. He’ll try, as long as its not something that verges on dangerous.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
“I ain’t a teenager any more.” He’ll grumble, but he always, always, draws you to come multiple times before he actually does.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Again, it's 1899. Besides, he thoroughly enjoys bringing you over that edge with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You wouldn’t say he likes to tease you, but you find it completely unfair when he refuses to let you touch him, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you before he is ready to come himself.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Growing up in an outlaw camp, in close proximity to everyone, Arthur knows how to be quiet. But the second he gets you away, whether out in the wilds or a hotel room, he grunts and moans into your ear, his gravelly voice fading into primal noises the closer he gets.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He doesn’t know why he allowed it to happen - he should have been the one teaching you to shoot. Not Javier.
Or maybe it’s a good idea. He’s not sure how much learning would get done. Not after he’s seen you aim a repeater, tensing against the recoil.
He’d be bending you over the fence that Javier has lined up empty bottles on, pressing inside of you, his little gunslinger.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
As much as he’d deny it, Arthur is not diminished at all when stripped of his clothing. While he’s a bit self-conscious about his stippled and scarred skin, you fully enjoy tracing his life’s story with your fingers or your lips.
Arthur is not a small man. He’s tall and broad shouldered, muscular and solid. The first time you fish his cock from his union suit, a flash of panic shoots through you - how the hell were you supposed to take all of this?
You shouldn’t have worried, considering how much Arthur would work you open with his fingers and tongue before sinking into you - the stretch of him entering you never hurts.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Now, sometimes unfortunately, much like coffee, Arthur awakens and needs to have you to seemingly function. Sleepy, gentle sex as the sun rises lets him get out of bed on the right foot.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Even after bringing both of you to orgasm, panting, breathless, he won’t fall asleep right away. He’ll always have enough energy, at the very least, to clean your skin of his spend and draw you into his embrace, winding your legs around each others’, and holding you close until you both fall asleep, completely satiated.
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hello ! i didn’t know that you were taking requests omg i would have spam you sooner. i don’t know if you have seen enzo’s last ig story in snow but ommmg if you could write a fluffy request based on that story
like reader wakes up and she doesn’t find him, she just found a little note that he went walking into the forest so she goes back to sleep and when she wakes up after, she opens her insta and found his ig story. immediately she tells him to come back in their apartment bc she’s terribly afraid he might get lost in the snow or catch a big cold
he’s like no never im strong and i survived lsdln lmfao but when he comes back even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s completely frozen and he starts to sneeze and he’s starting to be really sick so reader has to pamper him 🥺🥺 warm a hot bath for him, prepare a soup or a tea, put him in bed.
like i just imagine them being in bed after he supplied her to stay in bed and reader telling him next time stop playing enzo the snow king bc look at you right now baby you have fever and you’re hiding inside my sweater 😭 and him still doesn’t want to admit that he took a big risk for his health, being like « who told u i’m not faking being sick just to sleep under you pullover next to your/my 🍒 » 🤭🤭
okay my imagination might be too big lol
Lucia’s Notes: I love this request dear nonnie, because I feel like he’d be like a little boy when sick. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.
Content Warning: I don’t think there are any warnings, this is just fluff.
Word Count: 690
"Winter's warmth"| Enzo Vogrincic
You wake up when the lack of Enzo’s warm body against yours hits you like a ton of bricks and turn around looking for him curling more into the blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the outside world. As you look around you find a little note on his bedside table and grab it to read it “Morning honey, woke up early and decided to take a stroll around the woods, love you xo. En” You look out the window and see the clouded snowy picture burying yourself back into your blankets and going back to sleep.
An hour or so later, you finally open your eyes and grab your phone to start roaming all the social media and messages you might have missed. When you finally fall onto Instagram Enzo’s story is the first one up there, you click on it to see what your fugitive boyfriend’s been up to while you slept in. One look at his snow-covered hair is enough to make you shoot up on the bed sitting up hastily calling this crazy man you call yours. As soon as you hear the click on the line of the call being picked up you say “Enzo Vogrincic Roldan, what the fuck are you doing out there with this snowstorm!? You’re gonna get sick, you could get lost even!” the tone of your voice rising in alarm at the thought of your boyfriend wandering too far from the apartment you rented for your holiday and not being able to find his way back safely.
You hear his low melodious lazy laugh on the other end of the call “Good morning to you too chiquita, don’t worry about it, I’m not far and I’ve figured out how to get back, and as to getting sick, I would never, I survived filming La sociedad, remember? I’m immune to cold” You roll your eyes at his stupid bravado “Don’t roll your eyes baby, I’m fine, I’ll be there soon with some pastries for breakfast, you get some coffee started, will you?” you sigh getting up “just come back love”. As you hang up you get up putting on one of his sweaters that are just lying around the room before heading to the kitchen smiling at the fireplace in the living room. Just as you’re pouring the mugs of hot coffee Enzo walks into the apartment ruffling the snow off his long raven-colored locks and trying to muffle a sneeze so you won’t hear it. You shoot around as he’s failed to conceal it from you. “I’m just fine babe, don’t look at me like that” Enzo retorts to your arched brow.
Later on that day you can see him shivering and sneezing more frequently and look at him “Ok, that’s it, you’re coming down with a cold love, I’ll draw you a warm bath and make you some tea with honey for when you get out” And he knows by the look on your face to better not argue it and nods softly “thank you love”.
Once he’s out of the bath and you’re both cuddled in bed with your tea mugs as you play with his unruly locks absentmindedly you whisper “Now, could you stop playing Enzo king in the north and not go out in the snow next time? look how you’re feeling now, you have a fever, you’re even hiding in my sweater like a little kitten” you kiss his forehead to check if the paracetamol you gave him has started working yet. He shoots his face up to look at you, glossy eyes trying to look offended by what you said, “But I’m not sick baby, I just enjoy cuddling my girlfriend and snuggling away on my…sorry, your boobs”. You laugh at his silly statement and nod softly “I’m sure that’s it baby”. You keep playing with his hair seeing him slowly drift off to sleep as you admire his peaceful features tracing his nose lightly with your finger and smiling to yourself wondering how you ever got so lucky to get to share your life with a man such as this.
P.S: This was just adorable to write, I had the silliest smile on the whole time. I really hope you enjoyed it.
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day 6, shin: cockwarming
kinktobruary day 6
shin x reader // dorohedoro
summary: it’s been a long day of work for en, and shin just wants to relax. it’s a good thing he has you, his own personal “pillow.”
tw/cws: explicit, 18+, cockwarming, sexual tension, kinda fluffy but mentions of canon-typical violence/blood bc of course, what is drhdr without it?
word count: 1.2K
a/n: the irony of me writing fluffy shin when he’s the nastiest bitch
There’s few things that Shin finds relaxing after a particularly grueling cleanup. A hearty meal, a warm bath to ease the ache in his muscles and the bloodstains on his skin. This has been the way he’s lived his life for as long as he’s started working for En.
But with you in his life, he’s discovered a new method for relaxation.
“A-ah.”
Shin grunts, adjusting your position with a shift of his hips. Though the TV show blares in front of him, he’s anything but focused on it, what with the ample distractions in front of him. His glasses askew, his face burning, the words blending into gibberish in one ear and out the other. After all, how could he focus when you were fidgeting and moving your damn hips like that, while he was buried balls-deep inside you?
“Thought you wanted to help me relax?” he finally grumbles.
You shoot him a shaky grin, and he’s pleased to see the sweat beading on your brow. A sign that he’s not the only one affected by this. “Y-you don’t seem to be very relaxed right now, babe. I-If anything, i’d say you’re pretty h-hard—“
He rolls his hips into you, and the action has your words trailing into a whine.
He huffs. “Who’s unrelaxed now, huh?” He attempts to focus on the show again, a smile tugging at his lips. It’s a little game the two of you play, both of you seeing who will crack first.
While Shin doesn’t think of himself as a masochist, preferring to be someone that inflicts pain, to see his victim trembling beneath him for mercy.... he admits there is a kind of pleasure to the suspense. Not knowing who will give up first.
Plus, like all choices he faces in life, he enjoys straddling that thin line between madness and restraint. He can’t seem to focus on anything going on other than the feel of you clenching and releasing him. Shin has never been able to multitask to the best of his ability. He prefers to focus on one thing alone, let his instincts run, and right now they’re honing in the tight, wet heat of you. They tell him to bury himself inside you and pound away, uncaring of any consequences for fucking into you hard enough to immobilize you for the next few days.
Rejecting that urge is thrilling, in a way. It’s a test of patience to see when he finally cracks. And thanks to your constant movements and quiet, barely-suppressed gasps, he’s managed to stay semi-hard inside you the whole time.
To your credit, he notes with amusement, you also don’t seem too interested in whatever program is playing. Your lips stay parted and Shin is distracted by the sight, imagining something else your lips could be wrapped around at this moment...
“H-how was the clean-up?” He’s startled out of his thoughts.
He raises a brow, propping up his glasses with an index finger. Amusement creeps up on him; are you actually trying to start a conversation with him while his cock is buried inside of you?
“The usual,” he says nonchalantly. “We dealt with them in less than five minutes. Noi smashed their heads in.”
“Oh, sounds… exciting.”
“It was alright. Wish they’d put up more of a fight.” His tone and interest shifts, his stitched hands coming forwards to wrap around your sides. “In fact... I can think of a few more exciting things that could happen today.”
You glance at him through your lashes, and something about the look has Shin’s throat bobbing. He’s overwhelmed by the sudden urge to destroythat innocent look on your face, to build it back up again into something knotted and hard, a grimace of pain and pleasure, perhaps. He can already hear you crying out his name.
Fuck the program, fuck this game, and fuck this waiting around. The change in Shin is instantaneous.
He grips you under the armpits, raising you up till his tip of his cock is barely nudging your entrance, before impaling you onto him. Your breath escapes you in a whoosh, but his hips start pounding into you with little reprieve, eager as he is to let out some of the frustration caused by his unsatisfying kill and by your damn mind games.
“G-god,” you gasp, your voice shaking with every bounce. “What happened to p-playing it c-cool?”
“Can’t expect me to do anything when you’re gripping me this damn tight,” he grits out.
But there’s more to it. Feeling you clench around him very much reminds him of plunging his fist into the chest of his next kill, feeling their heart thunder in his grip as he squeezes, before yanking it out of them. It was exhilarating to feel the last throb of life between his fingers, to see the fear and horror play across their faces. With you though,, he wants to see your face contort in a different kind of emotion--in ecstasy. He wants to know that he’s the one pummeling life into you, giving you this exhilarating experience.
It’s an odd comparison, he’s aware, but he’s never stopped to think too hard about his own desires for violence, so sex is just another dimension to it.
He positions till you’re on all fours and he’s settled behind you, the bed creaking with every shift. The heavy drag of his cock against your ass has you biting down on your lip, and your arms threaten to give out once Shin slams your ass back onto his cock. Shin’s much too pent-up to stop his momentum, and he thrusts into you with vigor. The bed springs bounce with every thrust, the frame hitting the wall, surely hard enough to leave dents.
En won’t be pleased, Shin acknowledges in the back of his mind. However, in some twisted depraved sense, he enjoys the idea. Let the whole mansion know who’s fucking you. He can already picture it: the dented and scraped wall, which En will surely roll his eyes about; Fujita, with his thoughtless comments about the sounds the two of you were making—Shin wants everyone to know who’s making you scream—
His hips slam into yours, and he exhales sharply as he spills inside of you. You gasp out his name as your walls clench around him weakly through every spurt of his release. The thundering of his heart slowing to a patter as he leans onto you and pants. Gosh, that was more exertion than he thought he’d have in him
He stills when you whine. “Shin... you’re heavy.”
“S-sorry.”
As he pulls his softening dick out from inside you, his face flushes when he sees the cum drip out of you obscenely. He props his glasses back on his nose, wiping the excess away with the sleeve of his shirt.
Another shirt sullied.
After a quick cleanup, the two of you order room service from En’s cooks. Like a pair of spoiled pets, you spend the rest of the night curled up and content, the warmth of satiated hunger urging the both of you to drift off while watching TV.
As you fall asleep with Shin on top of you, he finds it surprising that rather than want to tear your heart out, he’s content to just press his ear against it and listen to its steady thrum.
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NSFW Alphabet
For Andrés de Fonollosa/Berlin
Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist
The complete NSFW alphabet for Berlin, based on my LCDP Alphabet.
Pairing: Berlin x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut/headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Light BDSM, worship, praise and degradation, oral sex, mention of choking kink. Possessiveness & jealousy. Switch!Berlin. Reader is gender neutral! Words: 2.1K Summary: The NSFW alphabet, A-Z, for Andrés de Fonollosa English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard
However, his aftercare is always the same.
As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.
You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.
Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.
But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao
He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc
…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is
Being an asshole aside…
After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up
Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)
Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.
But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.
He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you
Sex makes him sleepy lmao
Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.
He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself: Hands and neck
He loves how his hands look, especially when they’re on your body and inside of you
…Or around your throat
He likes his neck, and the way your lips feel on it, especially when you leave hickeys on it ;)
It turns him on to see the bruises and marks you leave on him, and doesn’t give A FUCK if people see it - he wants everyone to know he is taken ;)
On you: Your eyes… And ass.
He loves eye contact during sex.
It says everything to him - if you like what he’s doing, when you’re close, etc…
It’s also really intimate to look into your eyes whilst pounding into you.
He adores you, especially those eyes of yours.
Ass too, of course.
He likes the way it feels against his palms, how it looks with AND without clothes…
Also loves spanking it
…And the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass when he takes you from behind.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Making you cum is his favorite activity.
He likes seeing how many times he can make you cum before you break completely.
The sounds you make, the way your body twitches and squirms, and how your eyes roll back when climaxing… He loves it all.
He’s not scared to get messy. Berlin likes it when you cum on his fingers, cock, or face. Anything.
Of course, he likes cumming on you, too.
Not a fan of releasing inside of you, tho.
When you suck him off, he likes to come in your throat, or pull out and release all over your face.
It makes him feel possessive, seeing you all flustered and covered in his cum-
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He likes the idea of blindfolding you, often using his own ties or putting satin blindfolds over your eyes.
Knowing you’re completely at his mercy excites him.
He’ll get the chance to use whips on you, tease your skin with feathers and make you shiver with his touch.
…This way, he can tease you too.
Probably cruel and doesn’t touch you, have you on edge and begging for it.
Only to give you the pleasure needed when you least expect it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Homeboys have four ex-wives… That’s all I’ll say.
He knows how to pleasure you, and also knows what he likes in bed.
Very attentive and catches up on what you like and dislike in bed.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy style.
He loves having you on all fours, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you.
The position gives him the opportunity to take you on other places besides the bed.
The kitchen counters, against a table, the shower wall…. You name it.
This man is creative af lmao
He’s an ass guy, how can he not love doggy?
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be very serious if you want him too, or if he’s in a bad mood.
But most of the time, he’ll be humorous.
He wants sex to be intimate and passionate
But also want you to have a good time and feel good about yourself.
He tends to be rough, so when your whimpers get too loud, he’ll crack a joke to make you focus on something else.
His goal is to make you relaxed, satisfied but also to at least smile at something stupid he says.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn’t shave, doesn’t see the point in it.
Body hair is natural to him, and he’s proud of it, too.
But he does keep it trimmed, so it doesn’t get in the way.
He’s kind of a perfectionist, you know?
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Like I said on G: He’s intimate and passionate!
If you ask Berlin, sex is supposed to be just that.
He always makes sure it’s romantic
And if he needs to be cheesy with music, lighted candles and such… He’ll do it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
To be honest? He does it alot.
BUT… He’d never admit it.
He probably talks about it like masturbation is “lame” or even “disgusting”
…Yet, he touched himself a lot.
When single, he uses it as a stress relief.
Before you and him became official, he used to jerk off to thoughts off you.
Even when in a relationship, Berlin masturbates with you on his mind. Or maybe whilst looking at pictures of you.
He’s not a fan of porn, finds it repulsing to watch other people have sex
He instead uses his own imagination, and… Well, you - photos, and even something that smells like you - to get off.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Bondage
Impact play
Dom/sub & discipline
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bed, the couch, against the kitchen counter/table…
Prefers a bit privacy
So anywhere at home where he can bend you over will do it
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Simply… You.
And his own fantasies.
Just imagining what he wants to do with you
Or what he wants YOU to do to him, gets him going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Threesomes and cuckolding
Anything that has to do with sharing you
Seriously, he’ll get seriously offended if you suggest it 😭
Doesn’t like humiliation, neither on you or him
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Homeboy passionate AF
He adores and worships every single inch of you, so ofc he gives you a lot of attention… Down there ;)
He can spend hours giving you oral pleasure
Not only to satisfy you, but because he genuinely gets turned on from going down on someone. It brings him pleasure too
He loves receiving too
Will have you on your knees, loving the sight of you so submissive and eager to please him
Pushing into your warm mouth, rewarding you with praise and LOUD grunts and moans
He hates being the guy to fuck your face
…But if he gets too into it/eager? He’ll do it and not even feel sorry afterwards
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes both but prefers fast - but not necessarily rough.
He wants it to feel intense and have you plead for more.
He’s more of a “fast and passionate” kinda guy.
Going slow only makes him frustrated. He wants the both of you to feel the intensity.
He saves the slow “love-making” for special occasions.
If he’s frustrated or angry he tends to be rough tho - often without realizing so.
He’ll slam into you mercilessly, only realizing how rough he is when you whimper underneath him
And he likes teasing you for it. “Aww… Is this too much for you, mi amor?”
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
LOVES quickies!!
What’s there not to like about taking you anywhere, at any time?
He’ll have you bent over a table, pressed against a wall and hit it from behind whenever he feels like it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He likes it risky ;)
Doing it in public for example
Or testing his pull out game
He’ll have you sweating as he tells you how close he is - but still doesn’t pull out…
And then, before exploding he’ll pull out and release onto your ass or stomach - he’ll be a smug mf about it too
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go at it for quite a while. He’ll make sure you’re both satisfied
…But he’s insatiable, so it takes a while
He’s a horny bitch lol, so getting ready to take you once again after an orgasm doesn’t take that long.
He can last pretty long, tho. Totally depends on position etc
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I feel like he either has some toys, or that he’s the guy that doesn’t own toys and refuses to use them on his partner, since “he’s better than some stupid toy”
The toys he has are some vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds etc… Maybe a whip too, who knows?
…Bonus point if you switch it up and use them on him
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
UNFAIRRRRRR AF
Will have you on your knees in the end, only because “it’s funny” to see you beg. 💀
He likes turning you on and leave you begging for more
But he won't give it to you that easily…
He also loves making you flustered - you blushing is the cutest thing to him.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is LOUD and without shame
Grunts, growls, moans
Cuss words, praise, degradation… You name it.
He talks shit in the show, and so he does in the bedroom LMAO
…And whimpers, too - if you fuck him good enough…
He likes dirty talking too.
He actually doesn’t mind if the neighbors hear his moans, combined with the sounds leaving your mouth - he wants everyone to know he’s yours, and that you’re his.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Berlin wears suits a lot, right?
To look good and to fit his “fancy” vibes, yes.
BUT…
His suits come in handy other times, too…
Especially the tie.
Just pull it a bit when kissing him.
Heck, he even likes it when you pull it too hard, causing him to gasp for air.
OR… If you use the tie to handcuff him, or blindfold him with it. EVEN USE IT AS A GAG.
The possibilities are endless. You choose - he’s happy with anything ;)
Yup, “he likes it rough”
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He wears boxers, of course.
However…
When with you, he sometimes skips the underwears.
That way, it’s easier to have you whenever he wants.
If we’re discussing what’s under those boxers, tho?
He’s an average size, but slightly thicker.
Lot of visible veins across his length.
Aight, I’m sorry - I’ll show myself out 🚪🚶
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Bro is horny as hell 💀
Wakes up with a boner, and can’t go to sleep at night before a quickie with you.
He may be a bit “older” but don’t let that trick you.
He has a hot partner like you, ofc his sex drive is high ;)
He wants to be able to satisfy your needs, always.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends.
Sometime he basically falls asleep minutes after finishing
And he feels guilty af about it later LMAO
So he tries to stay up with you, prioritizing aftercare before sleep.
He absolutely adores you, and seeing you asleep next to him is one of his favorite things.
Knowing that he’s the reason you’re so exhausted makes him want to pamper you with love and affection
But he’s pretty tired, too. So he either falls asleep with you, or as soon as he sees you asleep.
ANDDD that's a wrap for Berlin!!! Hope you guys liked it! <3 Next up - Denver or Tokyo!
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Hellooooo I’m 20 todayyyy it’s my birthday 🥳 (12/23) and I’d like to request a birthday sex one shot with Raphael idc which era but I like his personality the best in bayverse (can’t remember if you write for them) but basically reader has a bad day at work or school and goes down to the lair to chill with Raph their boyfriend he realizes he has never asked when readers birthday is and when they say today he drops everything and immediately makes the day about them he takes them back to their apartment and draws a relaxing bath cleans and makes a simple cake (with premade mix he found in the lair kitchen) then maybe he uses the frosting as a kind of worship for reader and licks it off their body doesn’t have to fit that at all if you want to add some pizazz then go ahead but thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️
(Symphony is so damn good btw)
ahhhh i just got this like. an hour ago bc i've been offline all day but!!!! happy birthday!!! it isn't exactly what you asked for since i wanted to get it out today on your actual birthday, but i hope you enjoy this lil thing :D raphael/reader; gn!reader; rated m
The moment he hears you telling Leo it's your birthday, he panics.
"What are you doing?" Donnie asks, coming into the kitchen in sniffing at the air. "Are you... baking a cake?"
"I'm focusin', Don, not now," Raph grits, frantically searching through the cabinets to find the icing. Thankfully, it's inside, untouched by icing-licking brothers, so he tosses it off to the side. "Can you, uh, go distract 'em for a bit?"
Donnie rolls his eyes. "You know they're going to ask where you are?"
Raph waves him off, so off he goes.
The cake itself is done before you come sniffing around, thank goodness. However, no one ever told him about waiting until it was cool to put the icing on, and it is in the middle of his near-meltdown at how it keeps oozing down the side that you enter the kitchen, miffed to have been kept away.
"Raph, what are you—?" you ask, only to pause when you see him glaring fiercely at a very sad-looking cake, his eyes going wide when he sees you coming in. God damn it, Donnie! "...Is that for me?"
"Uh," he starts, looking at the very sad, sad cake. Straightening from where he'd hunched over to try and fix the icing, he rubs at the back of his neck. "It was supposed to be. But, uh, this one doesn't look so good, huh?"
Laughing, you come up to stand next to him, trailing a finger through the melted icing and popping it in your mouth. "It might be the ugliest thing I've ever seen. But it tastes good!" Turning to face him, you smile, getting close and tilting your mouth to his invitingly. "Plus, you made it for me. That makes it the best."
Warm, Raph bends down and kisses the sweetness from your lips. He chases after you when you go to pull away, his fingers holding your jaw to keep you close.
"Tell you what," he murmurs, pulling away only when he feels you go pliant in his hold. "How's 'bout you 'n me go back to your place. Let me give you somethin' real nice?"
"Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?" you ask, voice warbling a little even though you try to put on a brave front. It makes him smirk to hear the weakness he can so easily put into your knees, makes him feel like he's allowed to spew all the filth he wants into your ears.
"Well first, we'll stop by someplace nice and get you a proper cake," he says, tipping your head back and placing his mouth on your throat. "Then, I'm gonna take you home and get that nice big bath of yours goin' with all those pretty smellin' things in it you like that drive me crazy."
He feels you swallow against his mouth, prompting him to sink his teeth in until you whimper. Blood rushing in anticipation, he crowds you against the counter, licking at the mark he knows he's left there now.
"Then, when you're done, I'll fish you out, and use you as a plate for us to eat a slice of that pretty cake and lick the icing off you until you come at least three times. Maybe four if you're good for me."
Trailing his hands down your front to the hem of your shirt, he lets his fingers glide along your skin as he rubs his beak down your neck to burrow his head in your shoulder, nipping along the skin the whole way before he comes to whisper in your ear. Then, with just a hint of promise, he slides his thigh between your legs, pressing up, teasing, giving you a taste of what he wants.
"That sound like a plan?"
When you nod rapidly, hands desperately clutching at the counter behind you to help keep you upright and your breath coming too-fast, he pulls away and smirks, grabbing a finger of icing and dabbing it on your cheek before he licks it off in a heady promise.
"Good. Go say goodbye to the others. 'S gonna be a day or two before you leave your apartment once I get started with ya."
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↬ Traffic Stop ↫
Aaron Hotchner (Police Officer AU) x female reader
Summary: a traffic stop ignites something unexpected in Officer Hotchner
Warnings: unsafe driving practices! minor curse words, use of km/h because I’m Canadian, fluff, hurt/comfort
A/N: I could not get this idea out of my head for a week straight, hope you enjoy♡
Pic credit: @maschotch
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You are driving home after your third 12-hour night shift in a row, feeling mentally and physically drained. Although the sun is far too bright, you find yourself fighting to stay awake and turn up the radio in an earnest effort to not fall asleep behind the wheel. You're daydreaming of a bubble bath and soft pyjamas when you notice flashing lights in your rearview mirror.
Shit
There's a cop car behind you, signalling for you to pull over. You wince at your dash as you realize you were going nearly 20km/h above the speed limit.
Shit, shit, shit
This is your first time getting pulled over and you panic as you realize you’re way too exhausted to mentally cope with this level of stress right now. As you pull over, you silently pray that the ticket won’t cost you all that you've earned over the past 3 nights.
The police officer approaches your car with steady steps as you roll down your window, counting backwards from 10 in your head.
“Good morning ma’am, do you have any idea why I pulled you over today?” he is tall, with an authoritative voice.
When you look up at him, the morning sun kisses your face, he can see the tired lines and bags around your eyes, but you look stunning regardless. He doesn’t show it, but he’s instantly taken aback by your beauty.
“Good morning officer, no I-I’m not sure. Sorry.”
Shit
You're starting to lose it on the inside. Why did you just lie? Of course you know why he pulled you over, what the hell were you thinking?
He sighs slowly, and you feel your stomach sink, thinking it's a wrap for you and that he is totally over your bullshit. Little do you know that he’s sighing out of annoyance with himself for being so distracted by your looks.
“Ma’am, you were driving well above the speed limit. May I see your license and registration?”
“Yes, of course.”
Your mind is racing.
Calm down Y/N, you know what he's asking you, you have both in the glove box, you can do this, you are an adult for God’s sake.
You hand over the documents and avoid meeting his eyes.
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
Your mind is scrambled from exhaustion and momentary stress but you still have the capacity to register how good-looking the cop is. Despite the situation, something about his aura was pleasant, and now that he left your side, you feel uneasy. You shrug it off as a side effect of the stress you're under.
“Alright Ma’am, seeing as you have no previous offences, I will let you off with a warning this time.”
His gaze is firm but not unkind as he hands you back your documents
“Oh! Thank you, officer, thank you,” you exhale a breath you didn't realize you had been holding in.
“Are you coming from work? You seem tired.” he glances over to your hospital badge on the passenger seat.
You feel your face flush, slightly embarrassed.
“Yes sir, I'm coming off a night shift.”
He hums in understanding, “alright, well please drive safe and maintain the rules of the road for the rest of your trip home.”
“Yes sir, thank you.”
You smile graciously at him and he simply nods in response. Once you're sure he’s at his car your bounce in your seat out of joy, relief washing over you like a tidal wave.
As he walks towards his patrol car, Hotch can feel the dread in his stomach, he knows that your smile will haunt him for days to come. He finds himself on the side of the road for a solid 10 minutes, lost in thought, your eyes, your smile, your voice all swarming his mind. His radio comes on and he's pulled back to the dull reality of life without you.
The months following the traffic stop are especially difficult for Hotch. He knows your first and last name, the make and model of your car, your license plate, your home address, and that you work in a hospital. Given his profession, he has the means to easily locate you at any moment, but he would never cross that line. Aaron Hotchner is an upstanding officer with firm morals, he has never been one to bend the rules or turn a blind eye, especially not for his own benefit.
He knows the chances of running into you again are slim to none, yet he finds himself volunteering to patrol that same road for weeks on end.
He has come to treasure that early morning interaction with you, every word branded in his memory, as he continues to hold onto the fleeting hope of ever being in your presence again.
Nearly six months later, he finds himself attending a wedding with an old friend of his. There is something in the air that night, he could sense it as soon as he stepped through the entrance, an aura of serenity and contentment, eerily similar to the feeling he got when you rolled down your window that morning, many months ago. He thinks nothing of it.
As he sits in his assigned seat, he can’t help but observe the couples around him as they sit side by side, enjoying each other’s presence. He can’t help but think of you, how are you? What could you be doing at this very moment? He hopes you are safe and happy. As he drinks the champagne in front of him, Hotch lets himself imagine a perfect world, one where he gets to have you by his side and enjoy a simple life.
He’s lost in thought when he hears Rossi mumbling near him, and he realizes his friend has been talking to him this entire time. Hotch nods and Rossi gets up, presumably to go to the dance floor. As he absent-mindedly gazes on, his eyes land on someone in particular and he nearly chokes on air.
You are standing only a few feet away, wearing a blush-coloured dress made of velvety material, your hair is beautifully done, and your makeup soft and dewy. You are a vision. At some point in his realization that it was truly you standing right there, Hotch stood from his seat, mesmerized by your beauty, he gathers his guts to approach you when an older man comes to your side to place a soft kiss to your forehead.
His heart shatters and anger pulses through his veins. It's a cruel joke the universe is playing on him, allowing him to catch a glimpse of you for the second time, only to snatch the dream away in the worst possible manner. He abruptly leaves the table, no longer in the mood to be semi-social.
About twenty minutes later, you excuse yourself from the table to visit the bathroom, afterwards, you make a quick detour to the entrance of the villa to catch a few minutes of fresh air. The property is breathtaking and the evening air is crisp. As you stand before the grandiose garden, admiring the beauty of the flowers and shrubs, you notice a lone man standing off to your right.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude, just catching some fresh air,” you decide to politely announce your presence now to avoid any awkwardness later.
He slowly turns to you, his heart clenching at the sound of your sweet voice.
“Oh! I think I know you from somewhere…..” you frown and pout softly as you try to place this gorgeous man. The champagne from earlier is doing you no favours.
He chuckles at your adorable expression, “I’m flattered you remember me from such a short interaction, ma’am.”
“Oh!” you squeak. Shit. He’s the cop that let you off with a warning. You suddenly feel under a microscope and straighten your posture. He notices your slight change in demeanour and smiles warmly.
“Easy, I’m off the clock, and besides, you are a law-abiding citizen, aren’t you?” he teases.
You smile shyly, “yes sir” you respond in a soft, friendly tone.
“You can call me Aaron,” he stretches out a friendly hand for you to shake
“I’m Y/N.” as you smile at him he can feel his heart clenching once more.
His mind is telling him not to go any further, pursuing this while knowing you are unavailable to him would be futile and painful. But Hotch is a helpless romantic at heart, he is physically unable to walk away from you. The two of you fall into easy conversation. At first, it's mostly him teasing you about your driving, he then inquires about your job and your well-being. He is momentarily stunned when you return his questions and the eager expression that accompanies it.
Loud cheering from inside the wedding brings you back to reality.
"Oh! I should get back to the party, it was so nice seeing you, Aaron."
Hearing you use his name stirs something in him that he would be ashamed to admit.
"Likewise," he smiles, showing off his dimples.
As you walk inside, he feels the familiar feeling of dread return to his gut. What was he supposed to do with himself now?
"Y/N!"
You stop dead in your tracks and turn back to him with an inquisitive look.
"Look I-I know you came here with someone but I won't be able to live with myself if I don't at least say something."
There is suddenly something very different about the officer, a look and a tone that seems foreign coming from him. You smile softly as you realize he is being shy and vulnerable in this moment.
"I have not stopped thinking about you since the traffic stop. I can't get you out of my head. I almost can't believe I got to see you again tonight, and the thought of not seeing you again is too much to bear..."
Aaron has never been great with emotions, voicing them out is certainly not his greatest strength. He feels silly and pathetic standing here talking about his feelings. He was raised in a generation that taught boys to be ‘men’, to toughen up and bite it down, always.
"Oh, Aaron," you sigh and look up at him dreamily. "You are so sweet and such a perfect gentleman. I am flattered to have taken up so much space in your mind. If it helps, the man I was with is my uncle, I'm- I'm not seeing anybody right now." You add the last part rather sheepishly and shift your eyes to the ground near his shoes.
Aaron can feel his lungs inflate once again, as he smiles up at the sky, filled with gratitude, "yes, yes Y/N, that helps a lot."
He reaches out for your hand and gestures towards the wedding.
"May I have this dance, Ma'am?"
"Yes sir"
As he graces the dance floor with you, Aaron can’t help but think that the stars have aligned for this magical moment to be his reality. He worries about going to sleep tonight, afraid he might wake up to find it was all a dream. But for now, he loses himself in this beautiful moment with you, cherishing you and your smile.
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if i could i'd freeze this moment
for @baflegacy’s smosh girlies week day 8 prompt: free day! word count: 1510 title from: "anaheim" by niki (this fic has literally been plaguing me for weeks. i've been running into writer's block after writer's block trying to finish it and it's literally past midnight where i am and i'm still not completely happy with it, but at least i finished it!)
It's getting dark out, the last glimmers of sunlight disappearing behind endless rows of snow-covered trees. The ground is pristinely powdered, not a single footprint marring the even surface. Everything is still out here.
Angela leans against the wooden railing of the back deck, admiring the landscape. Behind her is the sliding glass door that leads back into the cabin, cracked open enough for her to hear the loud "Come on’s!" and "Hell yeah’s!" of her friends.
She turn around for a brief second, observing how rowdy everyone is. Most of the Smosh cast and crew are squished together on the couch or floor. They’ve gathered around the TV and placed bets on the (very serious) Super Smash Bros tournament. A few are scattered throughout the open kitchen, chatting, laughing, and paying attention to the game with one ear.
The scene inside the cabin is bathed in the golden lamp light, cozy and familiar. But right now, that warmth is suffocating.
Angela’s glad that Ian and Anthony were able to finally pull this off. There had been whispers of bringing back Smosh Summer Games since the beginning of the year. But with the summer already packed full of different programming, the difficulties of finding a sponsor, and the sheer amount of pre-production required for a shoot of this scale, they ultimately decided it wouldn’t be feasible. Instead, they pivoted their efforts towards a revamped Smosh Winter Games, giving them more time to plan and elevate the event to the same caliber as Summer Games.
Based on the few days they've had already, Angela understands why Summer and Winter Games are so beloved by everyone. The games are insane, the rivalries are already forming, and every day, the stakes climb higher and higher.
Though, as much as Angela enjoys the constant excitement buzzing in the air, a lingering anxiety courses through her. She has yet to tell anyone the big news. At first, she convinced herself not to mention it yet because everyone was busy preparing for Winter Games. And now that they’re here in Big Bear, she’s created a new excuse to rationalize keeping this secret for even longer—she doesn’t want to detract from everyone relaxing and enjoying all their hard work by making herself the center of attention.
However, it’s been eating away at her. These days, the confession sits at the tip of her tongue, on the verge of slipping out anytime she has a conversation with someone.
She's snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the door squeakily roll open, forcing her back to the present moment. It's Amanda, with a drink in one hand and waving at her with the other. As she shuts the door, a cool breeze cuts through and Angela shivers a little.
Amanda notices. She picks up the throw blanket from the deck chair as she walks towards Angela, setting her mug down on the railing and wrapping the blanket around Angela's shoulders.
"Whatcha doing out here?" Amanda asks.
"Wondering how long it would take Shayne to find his way home if we blindfolded and dropped him off in the middle of the forest."
"What the hell?"
"He's a fan of Alone," Angela shrugs playfully.
"You're crazy," Amanda laughs.
Angela motions to the drink, "Hot cocoa?"
"With Baileys," she winks, "Tommy's making them."
Angela, still a little lost in thought, doesn’t respond, opting instead to envelop them in a comfortable silence. They both gaze out at the snowy landscape and stars twinkling up above. Angela can never see them from her apartment in Los Angeles; the light pollution always clouds her view. But out here, with Amanda standing next to her, everything is clear.
Whenever Amanda's by her side, something seems to shift in Angela. It's like Amanda's got this knack for quieting the chaos in her head. Everything, even the most tangled of thoughts, fall into place. She desperately wants to cling onto this peace, onto Amanda.
She wonders if she loves Amanda.
The idea shocks her a moment before she scoffs at it mentally. Of course she loves Amanda—she loves all her friends. She tells Arasha “I love you” when she hugs her before leaving the office, Chanse when he’s got her back, Courtney when they bring her food, and teases Shayne for chuckling uncomfortably when she tells him.
Yet, the longer she thinks about it, the more unsure she gets about grouping Amanda in with the rest of her friends. The more she realizes it’s different with Amanda. She doesn’t quite have the words to describe it, but she just knows. With every fit of uncontrollable laughter that’s got her falling into Amanda’s side, every glance exchanged while filming, and every burning touch, she just knows.
And then it clicks for Angela. It’s the thought of letting Smosh go, of letting Amanda go, that’s been scaring the living crap out of her.
Stunned by this sudden realization, she watches intently as Amanda sips her cocoa, who catches her staring and offers her a drink as well.
"Angela?"
"Hm?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just thinking."
"About what?"
"Just stuff. Life stuff, you know?"
Amanda raises an eyebrow, concerned. "You seem a little off. Something on your mind?"
Angela hesitates. Once again, she can feel the words threatening to spill out of her. But this time, she doesn’t fight the urge. She wants to tell Amanda, wants her to tell her everything is going to be okay. That they’re going to be okay. She feels the alcohol start warm her system and takes a deep breath in, then out.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course, baby.”
"No one else knows this yet, but I…booked a movie," she glances down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.
Amanda gasps, her eyes widening in surprise and excitement. She nudges Angela with her shoulder, "Oh, my god! Congratulations, angel!"
"Thanks, Amanda."
"Am I allowed to know what project it is, or is it a Marvel-level secret?"
Angela still doesn't meet Amanda's eyes, "Um, it's, uh, an indie film that A24’s looking to produce."
"Holy. Shit. That's fucking insane! This is huge, Angela. I'm so proud of you!" Amanda wraps an arm around her friend to pull her in closer, but pauses when she feels her stiffen in her embrace.
"Alright, something’s up,” Amanda faces her and, with a bit more seriousness and concern, asks, “Is there something in the script that makes you uncomfortable? Because if so, you should go and talk to-.”
Angela cuts her off, “No, there’s not. Don’t worry.”
Amanda’s relieved, though she sees Angela still has a strange faraway look on her face, “Then why do you not seem happy about this role?”
"No, I'm…I'm happy about it," Angela sighs heavily and finally looks up, only to be met with Amanda's unconvinced expression, "I swear I am. It's just that…I'm leaving Smosh soon."
"I get it, you hate working with us," Amanda jokes.
Immediately backtracking, Angela quickly mutters, "No! It's not like that, I didn't mean it like that."
"Chill, Ang. I'm just messing with you," Amanda laughs at Angela smacking her arm.
“Shut up, I’m trying to be vulnerable right now.”
Amanda gestures for her to continue, her face softening in apology.
"There's a tiny part of me who wants to turn down the role, but that would be such a stupid move—I know I would regret it instantly. But every time I think about doing this movie, a wave of panic washes over me and I become paralyzed with dread.”
Amanda places her hand on Angela's back, rubbing huge circles to help soothe her, "It's okay to be scared. Change is just one of those experiences that never gets easier."
"No, it’s not that. It’s just-,” her voice gets smaller, “Amanda, promise me we'll stay in touch."
"Duh, Ang. It’s not like you'll never see us again. You'll probably get upgraded to Mari and Sarah status, always welcome to drop by and say 'hello.' Maybe even join us in a video or two if your busy new schedule will allow it."
“Things it won't be the same."
Amanda acquiesces, "No, it won't. But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing."
"I mean it, Amanda. I don’t want us to become those friends who never speak to each other after they stop working together. I don’t want to see your life through Instagram posts. You mean the world to me," Angela's voice cracks slightly, the tone of it so raw that it breaks Amanda’s heart.
Amanda reaches out and pulls Angela into a tight hug, "I promise you, Angela. Even when you’re super famous and walking down the Oscars red carpet, I’ll break in and chase you down just to tell you fart joke.
“You’re dumb,” Angela rolls her eyes, but sinks into her embrace and smiles.
“But I mean it. I love you endlessly, and I will always be here with you.”
Maybe this is what love truly is. Letting go when you want to hold on. Knowing that it’ll always return.
#amanda lehan canto#angela giarratana#amangela#smosh girlies week#smosh rpf#do i lwk hate it? yes but i need to sleep and the week is over so i just had to get it out before i convince myself to delete it again...#smosh fanfiction#smosh
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