#love the embroidery on your pants!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I need you to know that every time I see your personal cat in cowboy boots I am driven once more to embroider it onto a denim jacket. I still have one pair of your cats saved as a reaction image because they convey such an emotion.

Whether or not you go through with it, the mental image has enriched me more than you can imagine.

[demaparbat-hp]

Hiya!! 👋🏼😄 How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versace🧐. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! 😍

Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings™ about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!

Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?

SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.

Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.

SOKKA is That Guy™. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.

His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.

AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocs—don't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.

His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)

KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessories—hers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...

She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.

She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).

TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Toph’s fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?

Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.

Zuko. ZUKO.

Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch as—well, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.

This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.

The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.

In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.

He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)—it won't help him when he needs it the most.

In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.

But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.

When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.

He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.

He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.

As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.

He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.

Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.

In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...

Two someones, actually.

Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...

Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.

Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.

Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.

Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...

Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and pain—but you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.

(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)

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Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?

If you made it all the way down here—thank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own ❤️

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Aegon x niece! reader (Rhaenyra’s daughter) smut please! Aegon has always been in love with her and manages to convince Alicent and Viserys to let him marry her. The reader is just as in love and when they get married, thwir wedding night is full of love and passion and 🫦. Aegon hugging her tight while fucking her and reader whimpering and moaning in his ear 🤌🏽

I received so many requests these past days and got inspiration for a lot of them (14!!), so expect more very soon <3 I'm trying to include everything (smut, angst, action)

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, p + v, loss of virginity

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Standing in the Great Sept of Baelor, your eyes couldn’t stray from Aegon. Blood was dripping slowly from his bottom lip after being cut after being cut and smeared on his forehead. His frizzy hair had been tamed and the cold of his clothes made the blue of his eyes stand out. 

A dagger was handed to you to cut your palm with. You hissed slightly, watching as blood seeped out. You held your hand away from your pretty dress, not wishing to dirty it with blood, then passed the dagger to Aegon who did the same. He clasped his hand with yours, your blood mingled together as a blood silk was wrapped over your joined hands. 

Queen Alicent wanted Aegon to marry following the Faith of the Seven, but he insisted on Valyrian tradition as the bond by blood was unbreakable. 

‘’Blood of two, joined as one. Ghostly flame and song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass. The stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time or darkness and light,’’ the officiant said, reading from an old book. 

Aegon could feel his heart racing. He couldn’t wait to call you his wife, to walk around court with your arm looped around his. And to no longer have a chaperon following you everywhere. It was so annoying. The only times you were able to be alone together was when you would elope on your dragons. 

If your parents thought a chaperon would stop you from sharing kisses and letting your hands wander to places they should not be, they were mistaken. 

The officiant finally allowed you to kiss, and every part of Aegon ached to shove his tongue into your mouth and kiss the life out of you in front of everyone. But he restrained himself, settling for a kiss that would be just enough to make your cheeks flush. 

When the ceremony came to an end, everyone was bright back to the Keep. You rode a carriage with Aegon and your little brother, Joffrey, which you suspected was a scheme by your parents to make sure no sexual activities would happen in the carriage. 

Aegon's hand was resting on your thigh, and he leaned in to whisper in your ear. ‘’This is so frustrating. They really did this on purpose, didn't they?’’ 

‘’It’s not entirely a bad thing. I wouldn’t want you to crease or stain my dress before the feast,’’ you said, smoothing the shimmery white fabric of your dress as you fawned over the gold embroideries. You had never seen a more beautiful gown.  

Aegon smiled smugly, thinking back to your last dragon ride together and the kisses you shared in the clearing…and his hand that slipped into your riding pants. ‘’Little does these fools know, we’ve played them before.’’ Smirking, he leaned in again. ‘’You know what kind of effect you have on me, wearing that dress. Especially knowing what's underneath.’’ He gave your thigh a little squeeze, his hand starting to move upwards just for a moment.

You quickly covered his hand with your own, stopping him. ‘’Stop it. Not here.’’ 

You looked over and saw Joffrey sitting on the opposite seat. Luckily, the boy was too preoccupied staring out the window to notice anything.

A sigh left your husband’s lips. ‘’I don’t want to wait until tonight. I won’t be able to.’’ 

Thankfully, the journey to the Red Keep was short. The doors to the carriage were opened and Aegon stepped out first, then offered his hand to help you out. He took a moment to let his eyes roam over your body, his gaze hungry. Before he could say anything, you pulled him towards the castle and to the throne room where the festivities would be held. Inside, the room was decked out with gold drapes and beautiful flowers — nothing less for a royal wedding. 

The music began as you and Aegon made your first entrance together, your arm linked to his. He had promised to not let you fall in front of the lord and ladies. The guests cheered as you both made your way down the grand aisle, to the large table where your families stood, waiting for you to begin the feast.

As the night went on, you danced and ate cake and indulged in more wine that you would allow yourself to help with the nerves later. You were dancing with Helaena and laughing when you felt an arm snake around your waist and wet lips on your neck.  

You leaned into Aegon’s chest and Helaena took this as her cue to find another dance partner. 

‘’Do you think they will notice if we leave the festivities early?’’ he whispered in your ear, having enough of this feast and wanting to be alone with you. 

You glanced around, searching for your parents. They seemed all involved in conversations with other lords and ladies, but one last pair of eyes was on you: Otto Hightower. Since he caught you kissing in an alcove when you were five and ten, he had been following you and Aegon like a hawk, disproving of your courtship.  

‘’If you can find a way to escape your grandsire, I’ll follow you,’’ you replied. 

Aegon’s laughter mixed with yours as you were running to Megor’s Holdfast where the royal chambers were. It felt like all the times you slipped away from court together to avoid being caught.  

As soon as the door of Aegon’s chambers closed, his lips were on yours and his hands were all over you, grabbing and pulling with a hunger that made your pulse race. The urgency in his movements left you breathless, your body responding instinctively to his touch. 

Clothes were taken off in haste, allowing your lips to kiss more skin. You threw your head back and moaned softly, nails sinking into Aegon's milky skin as he kissed down your neck and to your bared breasts, giving them the attention he's dreamed of. 

‘’Aegon, please,’’ you whimpered, feeling his erect cock prod at your lower stomach. 

He pressed a last kiss to your nipple and nodded, walking you back to his bed. You crawled up to the pillows, making yourself comfortable. Aegon joined you, hovering over you, and studying your flushed face for a moment, before he bent down to kiss your lips again.

You were thankful that your mother had opposed the humiliation of a bedding ceremony. You would never have been able to relax under the eyes of men standing around the bed, waiting for blood to mark the sheets. 

While you were distracted by his kiss, Aegon moved a hand between your bodies to play with your cunt a little, helping you relax and prepare you for his cock. His girth was larger than the fingers he’s inserted before and he didn’t want to hurt you. 

It would be a lie to say you didn't feel anything when he slid into you. The pain was unlike anything you felt before. Seeing the tears prick in your eyes and your pained face, Aegon was quick to sooth you with sweet words until the pain subsided. 

His first thrusts were slow and overwhelming. It was a kind of pleasure you never experienced before. 

‘’I love you, Aegon,’’ you said, seeing stars when he reached a particular spot.

He kissed you sweetly. ‘’I love you.’’ 

You hugged him tight while he moved his hips, his ears blessed by your whimpers and moans.  

A chill blew from the windows, refreshing the warm air after your entercourse. You shivered, clinging to Aegon under the sheets. He closed his eyes, ready for a night of sleep, when your voice stirred him.

‘’Can we do it again?’’ you asked in a whisper, your head resting on his chest while bathing in the afterglow.  

Aegon grinned at the ceiling, thanking the gods for giving him a wife that was just as horny as him.

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[for-those-who-wait]

I saw somewhere that playing dress up with your OCs is good for you and well. He's not an OC but it does make my brain happy. Ramblings and explanations below the cut

Featuring: 1. Non-canon sweater with semi-canon watermelon pants, and also glasses because HC that Hunter is blind as hell but only wears them at home. Also Flapjack-colored socks! 2. Canon sweater with non-canon pants. It's his outdoor version of the first one, and I also HC that this sweater was so old and frayed that he would eventually need to fix it up into the first one. 3. This one is inspired by the haircut scene and features a slap bracelet he conned off (asked very nicely to borrow from) Luz. They're colored based on the bi flag and are used to cover his Emperor's Coven sigil. 4. Swimwear. Calaiti helped me pick out the swim trunks pattern, and I decided bananas would be fun since they go with his watermelon pants. We both thought he would definitely wear a swimshirt. Another bi-themed slap bracelet 5. Admittedly an outfit from my own closet: cargo pants, crocs, and a high-necked hoodless windbreaker. I think he would be a socks with crocs kind of guy. Way too many pockets 6. Calaiti suggested a gardening outfit for when he would help out Willow and as such behold, it's one of his most worked-on projects. He has little birds on his pockets, and he repaired the front pocket and the knee. The plant embroidery was already there 7. Red hoodie with a bird emblem that he stitched on himself and glasses because he's blind. Also just boxers because that's very gender of him and he's very rarely barefoot if he can help it. I imagine this would be when he has the house or at least the basement to himself. 8. Channeling my love for transfem (and gnc) Hunter, probably the first piece of clothing he's cut and sewn from scratch. On his wrists can either be sweatbands or bracelets, but they're colored like the bi flag. Instead of him stealing them from Luz, Luz actually got them specifically for him to have. 9. The glasses make another appearance, his shirt is probably some knock-off Cosmic Frontier or NASA merch. I do think he'd like NASA! Also I think that if he has a silly bright yellow sweater, he would definitely have a pair of silly bright yellow pants. (I also think everyone would have to desperately beg him to please please please not wear both yellow things at the same time.) Another bi-themed slap bracelet 10. HC that the residents of the Boiling Isles have naturally evolved to expel a lot of internal heat to keep from getting overheated, and thus everyone is freezing cold and Hunter wears three layers without even breaking a sweat. Button-up shirt is the same as in 3. 11. Halloween costume! 12. Wolf shirt! Also glasses again

[shurikthereject]

I've been re-reading A Hobbit's Gamble by CQueen on ao3 for the third time now and it had me imagining what Bilbo's clothes would look like if he stayed in Erebor and became Thorin's consort. I decided to create a balance between Hobbit and Dwarvish fashion for these two outfits, one being for the outdoors and the other for indoors. That being the the jacket, waist coast and capri pants mixed with capes and belts. The colour palette also become handy in creating that balance. I mixed Hobbit's bright colours and Durin's blue,which represents his statues in the royal family (This is also Thorin's favourite part of his outfits). It is often discussed how flowers and plants are important to Hobbits and with that I added embroidery of different flowers with meanings that are compatible with Bilbo. The flowers on his head are mostly just a replacement for a crown for day to day. Please comment if I should add something, I love reading your ideas!

[lazysoulwriter]

the robe stays on. – pedro pascal ── .✦

requested! thank you. ♡content: suggestive smut, established relationship, Oberyn’s robe, playful thirst, teasing, body worship, robe stays ON.

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It started as a joke.

Pedro came out of the guest room wearing the robe — yes, that robe. Gold, crimson, decadent. A slit high enough to destroy nations and embroidery fit for royalty.

“I found this buried in storage,” he said casually, arms wide. “Thought I’d put it on… for science.”

You blinked.

You were curled up on the couch with your laptop, very much not expecting Oberyn Martell in your living room.

“I…” You swallowed. “You got to keep that?”

He smirked, doing a slow spin. “Perks of dying dramatically, I guess.”

It was so him. Legs on full display. Chest peeking from the deep neckline. Confidence radiating like heat off desert sand.

You set your laptop aside. “Come here.”

“Oh?” He grinned, already sauntering over. “Wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction.”

“Liar.”

He stopped in front of you, smug and half-hard already under the thin fabric. You reached for the tie at his waist but paused.

“Actually…” Your voice dipped. “Leave it on.”

Pedro blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

You tugged him into your lap. “Dead serious.”

That’s how you ended up under him on the couch, the hem of the robe brushing your thighs as he kissed you breathless.

The fabric whispered against your skin with every movement — soft, silky, royal.

He moaned into your mouth when you whispered, “You look like sin.”

“And you look,” he panted, “like you were made to ruin kings.”

You let your hands slide beneath the robe, nails dragging down his thighs. He hissed, rocking against you.

“You’re not taking this off,” you said again, breathless.

“I’m not?” he echoed, lips swollen, eyes wild.

“Not until I’ve completely ruined you in it.”

Pedro groaned — a low, needy sound. “Fuck, I love you.”

By the time you were both wrecked and breathless, the robe was still perfectly draped over him — wrinkled and open, but on. His hair a mess, skin dewy, your name still spilling from his lips.

“You’re obsessed with this thing now,” he teased, voice hoarse.

You pulled the robe closed again, smoothing it over his chest. “You have no idea.”

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[dmitriene]

happy late valentine's day !

valentine's day is not simon's ghost riley best holiday, at all, not only that celebrating something is overall not the most preferable thing to him, there's also an issue on thinking, or even making a gift, afraid of making the person upset with what his mind comes up, or even dislike, he does his ever best to avoid even getting in a monologues of upcoming holidays and any possible plans for them.

in relationship with you, he get's stressed to the bone, no, you don't purse him with a long list of the things you want him to get you, nor you demand them either, after all, his bank card is always in your pretty purse and between your fingers, getting swiped here and there if you want to buy yourself some little treat, clothes, lingerie, change of furniture, cosmetics, anything you want, you get, and simon doesn't even blinks twice when he gets a message that you spent another hundred, in less than five minutes.

but even then, simon longed to be the one to make you a gift, to make this day really, really special to you, to see your eyes round wide and twinkling with giddy happiness, to feel the endless press of your glossy lips pecking all over his patchy stubble cheeks and jaw, over his wrinkling, crooked nose, rapidly fluttering, crinkled eyes, stopping with deepening, languid caress against the grin splitted, chapped surface of his own lips.

he get's you a jewelry, perhaps not a very creative choice, but you still jump on your feet and wind your hands around his neck, hanging off his body with high pitched giggles right beneath his ear, making him fumble with the square, bow decorated box with just one hand, the other cupped right beneath your plump ass, holding you securely, and when he finally reveals what waits for you inside, your heart leaps and flutters anew.

you know, it's just a bracelet, some might say at seeing your eyes start to glisten so silly, but it's not only gets in your taste with the color and design, you catch it gleaming right beneath the rooms light, the embroidery of your shared initials, right on the inside, where it would be pressed against your fluttering pulse and hidden from curious eyes of people around, just your size, fitting your wrist without slipping away, only comfortably loose, and it's a gift for a price of the whole world.

it's adorable, how simon looks at you as you babble out excitedly, reaching out to take the bracelet and get it around your wrist almost too hurriedly, he's smitten, so hard, calloused fingers scrubbing at his stubbled jaw to try and hide the wide toothed grin he wears, mixed with a light sheepishness he almost manages to hide, eyes such a lovely hazel, entranced, squinted in a smile and accented with deepening crows feet, and oh, you want him to know just how much you appreciate the gesture.

the valentine's day ends with your brains pounded out, even though your first plan was to get down on your knees and take simon's cock deep in your throat, make him feel just how much you appreciate every inch of him, engulfed tight in the wet tightness of your soft, eager mouth, letting your tongue do the worship, but he got you swept off your feet and carried straight to the bedroom, spread out over the tangled linens and wearing nothing but the bracelet, all responsive, arching, reaching, keening his name again and again.

simon had come a long way, and your sharp nails tangle in the cropped hairs at the back of his head, anchoring, petting, moaning out in agreement when he grunts that you're his, a declaration, how much he adores you, a strained, guttural whisper, body strained, hard as a steel, overwhelmed, shaking at each trust, as he pounds into your squelching cunt rapid and unhinged, ravenous, completely, holding your frame flush against his, panting in your ear, kissing over each feature of yours sloppily.

the next morning glows up your tangled limbs and silly, absolutely lovestruck giggles and chuckles, faces still hadn't lost their luminous smiles, even with his back stinging from the nail scraped scarlet scratches, and a pulse between your still weak, quivering thighs, hands wrapped around each other, unable to pull away for even imaginable second, and even the sun gets blinded by the dazzle of your love.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

FANTASY

Based off of this! post.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: you surprise Eddie by dressing up as an elven princess from Dnd. Warnings: 18+ SMUT kissing, fingering, unprotected PIV (please be safe out there), oral (f receiving), body worshipping, teasing, a little nipple play, orgasm denial A/N: I have played Dnd once in my life, I do not know everything about it so please correct me if I get anything wrong about it.

Eddie sat up in bed re-reading the Lord of the rings The Two Towers for the millionth time as he waited for you to join him.

it was the first night of your honeymoon and it had been a long day and Eddie had done nothing but pepper you with love the whole day, being the gentleman he is and showed you exactly why you married him

you had been in the bathroom for quite some time, not that Eddie had seemed to notice, as he stuck his nose in a book he can't put down until you cleared your throat

he looked up to see you and his eyes widened as he got the sight of you leaning against the door frame with a seductive smile on your face

you were dressed in an elegant, fantasy-inspired gown in various shades of green, becoming darker as the skirt flows down, adorned with gold embroidery with a flowing chiffon cape that drapes over the shoulders.

your hair was down with a single braid tucked behind an elf ear you had placed on, and a golden headpiece atop your head.

you perfectly resembled an elven princess from Dungeons and Dragons, and he let his copy of TOTR fall from his hands and land on the floor by the bed

"Suilad ennas nin bein adan plural edain" you spoke, tilting your head mockingly as Eddie gulps and tries to find the words to say to you

He can already see it, your body on top of his, tangled in the sheets as you moan his name in pure bliss as he pleases you nicely.

the tent in his pants grew as he thought about what he would do to you.

you were the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on, and it was all for him, for his benefit and dick seemed to understand that as it rose in his pants, so hard it was uncomfortable and almost painful.

he needed to have you; he needed to ravish you right this second after ripping the dress off your body, he needed to fill you up so good that it would risk getting you pregnant, and he wouldn't mind, not if it meant he could think back to this night.

he wanted it so bad, and he could tell you knew that as you smiled cockily, taking small strides towards him on the bed, your leg peeking out of the high slit in the skirt of the dress.

he wanted to sink his teeth into your plush skin just hard enough to leave a mark, he wanted to tear the dress to shreds whilst still on your body, leaving you look a mess, though you'd still be as stunning as now, stood in front of him.

"Holy shit" he mumbled to himself as he shifted in his place, unable to find the words to express how good you look, how much he wanted to tear you apart and fuck you until your dumb

but just as he leaned up and tried to kiss you, you stopped him

you pulled out a pair of dice from inside the bodice and dropped them onto the bed sheets beside him

"if you want to kiss me, you're gonna have to roll" you smirked, seeing his whole body twitch in anticipation and need

he looked up at you, the fire in his eyes made you feel weak in the knees as he adjusted himself, rubbing over his boner to ease the growing pain of eagerness

he fumbled over picking up the dice. looking at you before rolling it onto the bed sheets

he mumbled in victory before pulling you down and bringing you into a passionate, much needed by him kiss.

you find a comfortable position as he placed you on his lap, his hand finding its way onto your thigh, gently rubbing your skin, sighing at the feeling of your lips dancing together

his hands moved up, following the curve of your hips up to the bodice of your dress, cupping your breasts in his hands, managing to give them a squeeze before you pulled away, humming

"What do you want to do next?" you asked him, crawling off on his lap

he frowns as he thinks "I want to...take off your dress?"

"Then roll" you whispered in his ear, smiling as he shivers

he picked up the dice and rolled it, praying to the gods he got over a ten, wanting nothing more for the dress to come off so he could worship your perfect body

he cursed to himself when it landed on a two, looking up at you with innocent eyes, making you fake a pout

"looks like that'll have to wait, big boy" biting your lip, internally laughing at his face, laced with disappointment

He frowns "can we continue kissing?" He blinks, looking down at your lips

You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your chin, humming "mm. Let's ask the dice"

He grabbed the dice from beside him and rolls, immediately grabbing your chin, pulling you down, you didn't even have time to see what he got before you melted into the kiss, he slides his right hand down your chin to your waist. Pulling you down onto the bed beside him.

You open your eyes, taking a sneak peak at the dice on the other side of his leg. Pushing him away

"Eddie! That was a miss! You don't get to kiss me!" You faux anger before dropping your voice, your fingers trailing his chest, right over the O in 'dio', your fingertips running over the letter

"Does someone need to be punished for lying?" You tut, leaning in and whispering in his ear

He lets out a whimper, secret be told- he likes seeing you have such power over him, he likes being told what to do- he finds it so attractive on you, seeing you in such a way is making him so hard that he's finding it hard to focus when your tits are right there, in front of him, calling out his name, begging to be sucked on so nicely.

He can already hear the sounds of your pretty moans as you let him fuck you. He can see it, your tits bouncing as he pounds into you mercifully, showing you his frustration for teasing him, for making him wait, for making him roll a pair of dice just so he can touch you.

Eddie shakes his head "n-no I- I'm sorry I won't do it again"

He knows your version of punishment in this situation won't end in an orgasm on his end- he won't even be getting teased- your punishment will be nothing, you'll sit there, letting him learn his lesson for lying to you, letting him know what he did and that he should regret it. So he would rather not get that punishment tonight

"Why shouldn't I?" You tilted your head, almost mocking him

"Please? I- I know what I did was wrong" he looked down

You drag your hand over his legs, pressing against the tent in his pants before moving on, reaching for the pair of dice before picking them up, ignoring his sigh as you touch him

"Let's see if the dice thinks I should forgive you"

You roll the dice and smile "looks like it's your lucky day"

You asked him what he wanted to do and he tried again with taking off your dress, rolling the dice.

He looked over at you with his big doe eyes and a smile, you leaned over him, making sure the roll was a hit.

You raised your eyebrows. Slowly rising from the bed before standing in front of him.

You reach for the zipper on the side on the dress, letting it fall down your body as you stand in front of him, leaving you in only the cape and a matching green lingerie set.

You were so perfect, so pretty, so fuckable.

He shifts on the bed, leaning closer to the edge

You go closer to him, climbing onto his lap, smirking at his desperate face as he stares at your breasts right in front of his eyes

You lean in, placing a kiss on his lips. He runs his hands along your back, his thumb going under the clasp on your bra as his other hand reaches up and unclosed the Cape, taking the mesh away from your soft skin.

Before he has a chance to unclasp your bra, you stop him, slapping his arm away

You tut again, forcing the dice in his hands

"You forget about my little friends?"

He groaned and rolled it, he's so hard he's co fused as to why you haven't said anything, like you usually do, teasing him about the way he gets turned on just for you

He unclipped your bra and threw it across the room

Your run your hand through his hair as you slowly grind on his lap, subtlety rolling your hips against him

"What next baby?" You bite your lip, holding the back of his neck as you lean in, nibbling on his ear, loving the way he shivers against your touch

"I- I want to touch you...them" he mumbled, sounding almost hungry as he stares at your bare tits in front of him

he rolled the dice and instantly attached his hands to your breasts, giving them a little squeeze, his ears perking up as he heard a gasp fall from your lips as he pinched your nipples. they were always so sensitive against his rough padded fingertips teasing them, and the noises you made as he pressed his thumbs against them were so pretty, so pretty that he might say it was his favourite noise, music to his ears, he's said before.

the buds of your nipple were hardened against the hotel room's cold air and he smiled to himself as he thought about taken them into his mouth, licking and sucking on them as you whimpered and moaned his name, he knows you wouldn't be happy, not rolling the dice before making a move but he couldn't hold it in anymore, the swell of your breasts looking so appetizing to the point Eddie's almost drooling.

So he brought your right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he squeezed your other tit, smiling to himself as you whimpered when he bit down on the sensitive bud of your nipple

you mumble his name as you feel his hot tongue swirl over your breast, it feels so good that you don't have the power to stop him, you should give him this for being so good for you, and right now he's being so good.

he hums against your breast, still sucking and nibbling, now just moving to the left, sending vibrations through your body as your close your eyes, your hands finding his hair as he massages the soft skin of your chest.

you begin to grind on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your clothed heat, slowly growing wet, feeling the patch soaking your lace panties as you rub yourself against the rough fabric of his jeans.

"you're so beautiful" he mumbled as he pulled away for a moment before latching his mouth onto your neck, licking and sucking your sweet spot, being sure to leave his mark on you.

he nibbles on your collarbone as he hears a content sigh leave your lips before you find the strength the fight him, remembering the whole game of this

"who said you could do that?" you frown, glaring at him

he looks into your eyes with blown out eyes, looking like he's in a trance as he gaze lowers down to your plush lips.

in any other situation, he would have felt bad, he would have apologised and begged for forgiveness for going against you, but Eddie couldn't find it in himself to say sorry about it, cause he wasn't, why should he be sorry for wanting you underneath him, open for him as you moan his name

so he made the bold decision to ignore you, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips as he pushed you down on the bed, laying you flat on your back before pulling away

"I'll play your little game, but you're not in control here, doll"

before you could protest, he shoved two fingers in your mouth, making you hum in confusion

"Suck" he ordered as he picked up the dice, swearing under his breath before you giggled, gagging when he shoved his fingers deeper down your throat.

he went back to kissing your neck, sucking the places he hadn't only a few seconds prior. you had closed your eyes, relaxing on the bed as he began to use you, without your knowledge, Eddie had rolled the dice, trying again before taking his fingers out of your mouth

the string of spit connecting your lips and his fingertips before snapping when he pulled away too far, bringing his hand down your body, digging his hand into your lace panties, pressing his now soaked fingers to your clit, earning a gasp from you and you opened your eyes, seeing him shift down the bed, you feel his hot breath brush against your skin as his fingers hook around your underwear, pulling them down slowly, placing kisses down your body, gently biting at the skin of your hip as he removes your underwear, pulling them all the way down, flinging them across the room before planting wet, sloppy kisses over your lower stomach, rubbing the skin under your boob with his thumb as he rang his other hand back to your bare core, rubbing his fingers flat through your slick folds.

as you look down, lazily smiling at him loving on your naked body, you frown, noticing he has all his clothes on still.

"Eddie" you breathe, hearing his groan as he continues to pamper your body.

you reach down and pull at the collar of his shirt "take it off, baby"

"oh Elven Princess, Patience is a virtue" he tsks.

he chuckles under his breath as he begins slowly circling your clit, his fingertips gliding with delicious friction over the sensitive bud.

"this what you wanted, Princess?” he cooed, his voice mockingly sweet. You could feel his warm breath fan over you as he moved closer.

He couldn’t stop himself. he couldn't help but lean in and flick his tongue over it just once, just the slightest touch, and you let out a broken moan and wiggled under his touch.

He inhaled deeply, smelling your intoxicating scent.

he looked up from your pussy and made eye contact with him as you leaned on your shoulders, staring at him while he rubs over folds, not yet going in.

Eddie wrapped his plush lips around your clit and started to flick his tongue over the bud at a painfully slow pace.

You gasped and gripped the neat bedsheets. he always was good with his tongue.

His mouth was hot and wet, and the way he was looking at you with such love and lust, made the tightness inside of you start to grow in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie was in on cloud nine as he buried his face in your pussy, drinking your delicious and sweet taste.

With one hand on your hip, keeping you from wiggling around, he slid one of the fingers of his other hand into your throbbing entrance. Slowly, before adding another, not giving you any time to adjust before he carefully pumps.

He chuckled when you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you open.

you whined, gasping at painful stretch of your delicate skin he is currently abusing.

you squeezed his fingers so nicely, feeling every ridge and hearing every squelch as he curls his fingers inside you, his lips still attached to your aching clit, sucking harshly.

Soon the only sounds in the room were the wet clicks of your pussy, and your soft moans as you let your head fall onto the pillow beneath you, your eyes rolling back when he squeezed your hip

Eddie laid his tongue flat and wide as he lapped up your pussy and you couldn't help but whimper at the feeling.

Eddie’s cock throbbed in his tight jeans, so uncomfortable as he grinded against the mattress, trying to give himself the friction he so desperately needed as he ate your pussy so well for you

"Eddie.. I- mm...i'm gonna cum" you moaned sinfully

Eddie pulled away after humming, his fingers still pumping inside you, gaining speed to replace his tongue

"let's see if the dice wants you to, ay?" he growled, releasing your hip and grabbing the dice

"do you, dice, want this elven princess to cum f'me?" he asked the dice before rolling

you were in a trance, tightening your walls around his thick fingers as he pumped, too focused on trying to cum that you barely heard what your husband was saying, his voice sounding like a distant hum.

you let out a broken moan as you felt the tightness start to let go be tuts

"dice says no, sweetheart" he said, pulling away, making you whine and your whole body shiver as the tightness fades, leaving you frustrated

"what? no, please" you beg before looking beside you at the dice, frowning

"Eddie that was a hit?!" you huffed in slight anger

"was it? must've mistaken it- woah!" you said before you pushed him away, flipping him over so he's on his back

"you were never in power here, weakingling, the dice controls us" you glare at him

he stared up at you as you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, you lean down to kiss him and just as your lips meet and he lean in, his eyes fluttering shut, you stop, tilting your head to the side, you grab his chin and point his head to the side as you bite his earlobe, steadying your breathing as your pull away, pulling him in for a kiss,

your press your lips against his before leaning away, biting his lip as you pull away, letting go to see his lips bounce back

"don't play with me, commoner. you don't know what i can do to you, what i will do if you play with me, so sit back and be a good boy for me, understand?" you question him fiercely

he nods his head as you pull his shirt over his head, taking it off befoe throwing it away, staring at his tattoos littering his body of show for you

you place your hands on his chest and lean down, playing a kiss on every tattoo on view, hearing his breath hitch when you place a delicate kiss to his newest addition you had only found out about a week after he got it, a few months ago, right below his right collarbone, over his heart was laced with a fine line ink, confirming the date on your wedding, it was so gentle, contrasting against every other tattoo on his body.

you had cursed at him for getting it, and he had questioned you for your hesitation, saying 'think we won't last? honey I'm planning on keeping you forever, js'wanted to have a bit of us on me forever'

it was crazy to think that was almost 6 months ago, you had been so stressed with planning and wanting every aspect to be perfect. and now, a day in to being married to him, your heart warming at the little touch of writing, a promise of commitment that he couldn't get rid of it he tried

Eddie's dick was still so hard, he could feel the precum staining his boxers until he was whining

you sucked on his skin, going up all the way to his neck, wanting nothing more to mark him. your hands find their way to his pants and fumble to undo his fly and push down his pants with the help of him, kicking the jeans off, the only thing keeping you from sitting on his pretty cock was his thin boxers.

you grind your hips on his, creating some sort on friction, you push him up so he would lean against the headboard, sitting up but still laying down.

his hands find your hips and guides your movements until you smack his arms away

"how dare you touch me without the permission of the dice" you spat

it gave you a rush, giving him orders and telling him off for things, you had done it before yes, but it always felt so good, giving you a thrill knowing it turned him on so good, he loved it, and he was never scared to show it

you gripped onto his hair and forced him to look into your eyes as he stares down at your tits bouncing

"You want these off, don't you?" you reach your hand down, snapping the elastic of his boxers on his skin as you pull them back

he gulps and hums out a response "uh-huh" he mumbled

"Beg for it" you howl, lowering your voice as you stare down at him

"Please take them off, I'll be good-" he starts before you cut him off

"don't beg me, beg the dice" you hold the dice in front of him

he sighed, looking down at the small shapes in your hand "please let her take my boxers off, I won't disobey you again" he pleaded

you roll the dice on his chest and grin wickedly

"Looks like the dice answered your calls" you huff before pushing them off his body, letting them roll to the side of him on the bed

you left yourself up and push his boxers down his legs, letting them fall off the side to the floor, you sit on his thighs just below his cock that sprung out, being let free from the aching pain of being stuck inside harsh fabric.

the precum leaking from his swollen tip is what sends you into a frenzy

"Such a pretty cock you got, commoner" you coo, reaching and slowly pressing your thumb to the head, chuckling at how it twitches in your hand

"Please, please I need you" he begged as he closes his eyes when you begin slowly pumping his dick

you pick up the dice shove them in your hand "roll"

he huffs and rolls the dice, moaning in victory

"You heard the dice, fuck me" he sighed, resting his head on the headboard

you roll your eyes and position yourself right above him

"Do not rush me, and do not command me, do you want to cum? you desperate human" you tut

you sink down on his cock and compress your whine when you let him fill your aching pussy

"Yes, yes I want to cum- I'm so sorry, princess, it won't happen again, I want to cum in you" he nods enthusiastically

you hum in satisfaction. you sit on his lap for a second, slowly rocking to get yourself adjusted before you slowly lift off and bounce back down

you place your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself

"c-can I touch you, princess?" he asked desperately

"I suppose" you huff, covering the fat you want his hands on you, helping you out to bounce on his dick, to give him pleasure

his hands find your hips yet again and you let him, loving the feeling of his rough fingertips against your skin

you rise and fall on his lap in a slow rhythm, slowly building pace as you feel more comfortable, the stretch of his big cock stuffing you nicely as he hits all the right spots, he's always reached the best of places, making you feel so full as he pounds into you

but being on top lets him reach so many more places

and before you know it, your pace is gradually getting faster and faster, your moans filling the sweaty air of the hotel room and he grunts, letting out small pleas and whines, whispering your name

he leans up, taking one of your tits in his mouth, biting at the sensitive bud of your nipple, hearing your gasp of pain but moan of pleasure.

you start rolling your hips in circular motions, trying so desperately to rub your clit against his pubic hair at the base of his cock.

he started the thrust up into you, matching your rhythm of pace, the sound of skin clapping together is all you can hear past his groans and your whimpers.

you focus on the feeling, letting your eyes roll and your head throw back as he reaches all the right places, he feels so good.

His hot wet tongue sucking and nibbling at your tit, and the harsh and rough feeling his hair feels grazing against your clit is aching.

Eddie releases your nipple with a pop! And leans up, digging his face in your neck, mumbling words of encouragement and praise into the shell of your ear.

Nothing can be heard but the squelching of his big cock thrusting into your pussy as you bounce up and down.

You pace has quickened and your moans are becoming breathless as you feel the tightness bubbling up in the pit of your stomach

Eddie groans as your walls tighten around him, squeezing him no nicely

Everything about this is driving him crazy, every moan escaping your plush lips, every slap of skin, every pornagraphic look on your face when he slams his dick so deep inside of you

God he fills you up so well, so well that you feel the pit inside of you grow.

Eddie can tell you are close just by the way you squeeze your dripping wet walls around him, coaxing him in your juices.

Eddie moans into the swell of your neck, biting on the soft skin

He leans away, his back leaning against the frame of the bed, one hand finding its way to the small of your back, just above your ass, eith the other remaining on your hip, gripping on to the sweaty skin and you pant and moan

Your hands find Eddie's chest again, your nails seeping into his skin, scratching his pecks. His thrusts are beginning to get sloppy and you know he's close

Eddie can't take his eyes away from you, he's so entranced by what you've done for him tonight, making the fantasy he didn't know he wanted needed come true.

You could feel his dick twitching inside of you and you smiled weakly

"Are you gonna cum f-for me?" You panted

He nods, not being able to speak as he watches your tits bounce with your movements, with your mouth hung open, letting out broken whines of pleasure

"Y-yes, p-princess" he winces "I-im gonna cum"

You smirk down at him "you reckon the dice will let you spill your seed into the elven princess?"

He whines, his climax about to reach breaking point, on the verge of spilling his load inside of you, painting your walls white.

You pick up the dice for the last time. Flicking them away, nor having the energy to roll, you glance beside you, looking at the numbers

"Cum f'me, Eddie" you let out, wanting his hot cum fill you up

You hold your climax in, wanting nothing more than to cum together.

"A-are you close?" He grunts, his palm flat against your back, pressing firmly as his other hand traces shapes around your hip.

You hum in response, not being able to hold it much longer as your thrusts grow tired "Please cum for me, Eddie"

He lets out a broken moan and mumbles intot the hot, sex filled air

"I'm gonna-"

You both moan in unison, each thrust and fall of your hips meeting in perfect harmony as you both let the tightness go.

Eddie hums as he spills his hot seed into you

And you let out a toe curling moan escape your lips as you cum on his dick, you juices mixing together, sticking to your thighs as it leaks out of your throbbing hole.

You hum, your climax fading away as you begin to go limp in his arm. He rides out your high as he pushes you closer to him, letting you lean on his chest.

After a moment, he's stopped moving, and you're left to catch your breath, listening to his rapid heartbeat as his chest rises and falls against your ear

"You're the best wife ever, you know that?" He sighs.

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[hrrtshape]

hi emma!!!! i loved reading all your historical drs, have you ever considered being a writer omg!!! i was wondering if you could do one of ancient china or ancient korea! i’ve been setting up a nobility dr for each!

also, i started burning incense while i take baths, and omg if that’s even kind of like what it was in babylon im so thrilled for you. i feel like a princess.

a guide on how to survive in ancient china.

hello, intrepid time traveler. i'm emma, your self-appointed shifting guidée and general lifeline as you hurl yourself into the vast, intricate, and utterly fascinating world of ancient china. this is not for the faint of heart, OK??? you are stepping into a civilisation spanning thousands of years, shifting (pun not intended) dynasties, and mind-bending customs. you need to be prepared. the great wall won't save you, and confucius won't be there to give you a pep talk. so i will.

your survival depends on understanding the nuances of daily life, from the silk-clad heights of imperial courts to the dusty roads of peasant villages. let's get into it. how to dress, eat, navigate society, and, most importantly, how to not offend the wrong noble and end up in a very unfortunate situation (and by that, i mean executed).

꒰ 𝐝ynastic context . . .where are you in time?

ancient china isn't just a single moment in history but thousands of years of shifting rulers, laws, and customs. each period has its own political and cultural landscape, so research where you're landing. here's a quick guide to some of the major time periods you might find yourself in.

shang dynasty ( 1600 – 1046 bce ) : the bronze age, oracle bones, and human sacrifices. if you're here, be careful. early china was intense.

zhou dynasty ( 1046 – 256 bce ) : the age of confucius, the mandate of heaven, and the rise of philosophy.

qin dynasty ( 221 – 206 bce ) : the first emperor, legalist rule, and the construction of the great wall. harsh punishments, so keep your head down.

han dynasty  ( 206 bce – 220 ) : the golden age of china. silk road trade, confucian ideals, and thriving arts and sciences.

tang dynasty ( 618 – 907 ) : the height of chinese cultural brilliance. poetry, tea, and flourishing trade. if you're here, congratulations. you've landed in one of the best times.

song dynasty ( 960 – 1279 ) : economic prosperity, gunpowder, and great advancements in technology. just watch out for the mongols.

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꒰ 𝐰hat to wear.

fabric and style : if you're nobility, you'll be wearing silk robes with intricate embroidery. if you're a commoner, it's hemp or cotton tunics and pants. men and women both wear hanfu, the traditional robe-like attire with wide sleeves and layered skirts. hair : hair is a BIG deal. long, neatly styled hair is a sign of respectability. women will have their hair pinned up with elaborate ornaments, while men tie theirs in a topknot or wear hats. colours : certain colours indicate status. yellow is reserved for the emperor, so do not wear it unless you want serious trouble. shoes : cloth or leather shoes for commoners, embroidered silk shoes for the wealthy. lotus shoes (for bound feet) exist but are not universal.

❛ pro tip from your travel guide ! clothes often reflect rank, so don't dress above your station unless you want to get called out.

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꒰ 𝐡ygiene and personal care.

bathing : hot baths were a thing, especially for the wealthy, but commoners bathed in rivers or public bathhouses. soap existed, but herbal infusions were more common.

teeth cleaning : chew sticks made of aromatic wood or herbal pastes.

perfume and skincare : scented powders and oils made from flowers and herbs were common, especially among noblewomen.

toilets : public latrines existed, often near marketplaces. rich households had chamber pots.

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꒰ 𝐟ood and what you'll be eating.

staple foods : rice (southern china), millet and wheat (northern china), vegetables, and tofu.

meat or fish : pork was the most common, followed by chicken and duck. beef was rare due to buddhist influence.

street food : dumplings, noodles, and grilled skewers were available in bustling markets.

tea : a must-have, especially in later dynasties. if you're in tang or song china, tea culture is booming.

chopsticks : learn how to use them. forks are not an option.

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꒰ 𝐦oney and shopping.

ancient china used copper coins with square holes in the centre, strung together for convenience. paper money appears in the song dynasty.

everything from silk to fresh produce to exotic spices can be found in bustling markets. bargaining is expected, so don't accept the first price.

trade : silk, porcelain, and tea are major commodities. if you want to make money, consider trading luxury goods.

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꒰ 𝐬ocial class.

emperors or nobility : untouchable. bow deeply, avoid direct eye contact, and NEVER question them. scholars and officials : the ruling class of confucian-trained bureaucrats. respect them. merchants : despite their wealth, merchants were looked down upon as lower-class (confucian ideals valued scholars over businessmen). peasants and labourers : the majority of the population, hardworking and tied to their land. if you're asking what were women's roles, it varies by dynasty, but generally, women are expected to be modest, obedient, and skilled in household arts.

❛ pro tip from your travel guide ! bowing is essential. use honourifics, speak respectfully, and never address a superior informally.

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꒰ 𝐩ersonal safety.

crime and punishment : punishments are often brutal, especially under legalist rule (think qin dynasty). avoid breaking the law.

superstitions : witchcraft accusations or defying social norms can be dangerous, especially for women.

if you're travelling, roads are dangerous, with bandits common in rural areas. if possible, travel with an armed escort.

military : avoid battles unless you're a trained warrior. war is frequent between dynasties and neighbouring states.

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꒰ 𝐟inal tips for a successful integration.

please.....learn basic mandarin (or classical chinese). speaking the language is key. written chinese changes over time, so be aware of your era.

adopt confucian values, such as respect for elders, duty, and harmony are essential cultural pillars.

stay in your lane, because blending in is survival. don't attract unnecessary attention.

rituals, festivals, and ancestral worship are vital parts of daily life. follow traditions.

if all else fails, claim to be a wandering scholar or lost noble (but tread carefully).

congratulations!!!! you now have the basic knowledge needed to navigate ancient china without causing a diplomatic incident. or worse, getting yourself executed. step lightly, speak wisely, and drink your tea politely. happy shifting, time traveler!!!!!

( p.s., the pretty dividers were inspired by the ever-so-lovely @solanasreality and i think @elysian-fawn 's beautiful creativity possessed as i edited this. so. )

[baekhyunsbestie]

⟢ : VDAY !? ★.ᐟ

exo x f!reader ; how the exos would react to you surprising them with delicate, pretty lingerie on valentine’s day 🦢💌 ⟢ requested by this lovely anonie <3 ty babie!

content: 18+/mdni 5.3k+ words. explicit language. established relationships. power dynamics. talking u thru it. praise. dirty talk. possessiveness. obsession. marking. oral. manhandling. rough sex. breeding kink. p in v. creampie. raw juseyooooo <3

⟢ jongin

the loverboy who wants to ruin you 😈

valentine’s with jongin isn’t just a night—it’s a baecation.

he whisks you away to a secluded tropical island, where the resort is so private and luxurious that it feels like you’re the only two people on earth. your villa is nestled between towering palm trees, overlooking the crystal-clear ocean, with warm golden sand stretching as far as the eye can see.

but the real masterpiece?

the room.

rose petals everywhere—lining the marble floors, covering the massive king-sized bed, floating in the steaming jacuzzi on the balcony. the scent of roses and vanilla lingers in the air, blending with the salty ocean breeze.

jongin is already stretched out on the bed, shirtless and relaxed, watching you with lazy, hooded eyes as you step out of the bathroom.

and then he sees what you’re wearing.

delicate pink lace clings to your curves, the intricate fabric tracing every dip and swell of your body. above the waistband, his name—stitched in gold cursive—shimmers against your skin, a quiet claim etched in thread:

kai.

it clicks in his head instantly. all his.

his lips part slightly, his chest rising with a slow, shaky inhale as his gaze darkens.

“baby… what the fuck?”

he sits up so fast, reaching for you, pulling you into his lap, his large hands gripping your thighs.

“y-you did this… for me?” his voice is gravelly, wrecked, his fingers tracing over the delicate embroidery, his name. “fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

his lips crash into yours, feverish, desperate, his body heat against heat, his hands roaming over the sheer lace, gripping, worshipping.

“leave it on,” he murmurs, biting down on your bottom lip, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband, snapping it lightly against your skin. “’m fuckin’ you in this.”

and then, he ravages you.

his mouth is everywhere at once—sucking, licking, marking—his hands rough and greedy, pulling you closer, spreading you wider, grinding against you like he needs you to breathe.

he’s pussy drunk from the moment he slides in, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he groans, long and deep, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly they’ll leave bruises.

"so fuckin’ tight, baby. so perfect, fuck—"

you ride him, slow at first—letting him feel every inch of you, the wet, filthy drag of your bodies making his head spin. but then you pick up the pace, rolling your hips just right, making him whimper, his hands scrambling for control.

“fuck—fuck!” he moans, his fingers digging into your ass, forcing you down harder.

and then, it slips.

“think i wanna marry you, pretty.”

your movements stutter, your breath hitching at his words, but jongin doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone, too lost in you.

“knock you up and fill you with my babies,” he groans, his head thrown back, his mouth parted in pure bliss. “you’d look so fuckin’ cute all round ‘n swollen, fuck—“

his fingers slide between your bodies, rubbing your clit, his other hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“can you marry me, pretty?” his voice is pleading, his eyes wild, desperate. “please, please, please—”

you barely get the chance to respond before he’s cumming so hard it nearly knocks the breath out of him, his entire body tensing beneath you, his fingers digging into your skin like he never wants to let you go.

his fifth orgasm of the night, and he’s still hard inside you.

he wraps his arms around you, rolling you over, pinning you beneath him, his lips sloppy and feverish against your neck as he pushes back in.

“not done with you yet, baby,” he pants, grinning against your skin. “gonna make it six.”

and with the way he’s moving, wrecking you all over again, you already know—you’re not leaving this villa anytime soon.

⟢ chanyeol

the menace who worships you 🫡

the moment you step into the room, he goes completely still.

his tongue flicks out to wet his lips, his fingers tightening into fists against his thighs like he’s physically restraining himself. his gaze starts slow, dragging up your legs, over the curve of your hips, to the delicate pink lace that does nothing to hide what he wants.

“oh, baby,” he breathes, shaking his head with a low chuckle. “you have no idea what you just did.”

then, he’s on you.

he grabs your wrist, pulling you forward until you’re straddling his lap, the hardness beneath you making your breath hitch. his hands wander—slow at first, teasing, tracing the lace straps, snapping them back against your skin just to watch you flinch.

“so fucking pretty, aren’t ‘cha?” he murmurs, his lips pressing against the swell of your breasts, “but ya know what’s even prettier?”

his fingers slip down, pushing the fabric between your legs aside before dragging his tongue over the lace. the heat of his mouth seeps through the delicate fabric, making your thighs tremble as he groans against you, sucking, licking, teasing.

he pulls back just enough to watch, his pupils blown wide. “fuck, i can see how wet you are through this. you like teasing me, don’t you?”

you barely manage a moan before his fingers dip beneath the lace, finding your entrance with two skilled fingers. he slides them in easily, curling just right until you gasp, clenching around him.

“yeah, that’s it, baby. give it to me.”

his wrist moves faster, deeper, each thrust of his fingers sending you spiraling. his mouth finds your lace-covered clit again, sucking and licking until your thighs are shaking. you arch, hips rolling against his mouth, chasing your high as he moans against you, the vibrations making your vision blur.

you don’t even realize you’ve cum until you hear it—the slick, filthy sound of your ruined panties, soaked through with your release. chanyeol pulls back, groaning as he stares at the mess.

then, with zero hesitation, he grips the lace and rips it in two.

“yeol—!” you gasp, trying to swat his hands away. “those were expensive!”

he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his dark, hungry, absolutely feral gaze.

“ask me if i give a shit,” he growls, tossing the shredded lace aside. “i’ll buy you the whole fucking store.”

his fingers fumble with his belt, impatience radiating off him as he slides his jeans off, revealing the thick, dark spot of precum staining his briefs. your breath catches because fuck, he’s hard, aching, desperate.

chanyeol smirks, watching your reaction as he slides his underwear down, freeing himself. he grips his cock, lazily stroking himself as he stares at you with pure, unfiltered need.

“i hope you’re rested, baby,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly with arousal. “because i’m fucking you all night.”

and when he flips you onto your back, his body caging you in, his tip pressing right against your entrance—you know you’re not making it out of this bed alive.

⟢ sehun

the spoiled brat who spoils you back 😚

valentine’s day with sehun is extravagant—because he wouldn’t have it any other way.

he wines and dines you at the most exclusive restaurant in the city, orders the finest bottle of red, feeds you bites off his own plate just to watch your lips wrap around the fork. the way he watches you across the candlelit table? pure indulgence. his fingers trace over yours absentmindedly, his gaze dripping with intent.

and then there’s the flowers. extravagant, dramatic, so fucking huge that you can barely hold the bouquet on your own. roses, peonies, orchids—he went overboard, but sehun never does anything in half measures.

“want ya to have the best, baby,” he says, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his voice deep, slow, reverent. “you deserve it.”

but the real dessert? that happens when you get back to his place.

the second you’re through the door, he’s on you.

his lips crash against yours, hungry, impatient, his hands everywhere at once—gripping your hips, sliding up your waist, yanking at the zipper of your dress with zero hesitation.

“fuck, been thinking about this all night,” he mutters against your mouth, pulling at the fabric, letting it pool around your feet.

but then—he pauses.

his breath catches, his hands freeze, his dark eyes sweeping over your body with pure, unfiltered hunger.

“holy shit.”

you stand there in soft pink lace, delicate bows and sheer mesh hugging your curves in all the right ways. a little heart-shaped charm dangles from the thin strap of your panties, and you swear you hear him groan under his breath.

his fingers twitch at his sides, jaw clenching as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip.

“you did this for me?” his voice is wrecked, so deep it rumbles through your chest. his hands reach out, barely skimming your waist as if he’s trying to savor the moment, to commit every inch of this to memory.

but you don’t let him dwell for long.

before he can pin you against the wall like he so clearly wants to, you push him back—shoving him onto the bed with just enough force to make his brows shoot up.

“wanna take care of you, baby,” you murmur, straddling his thighs, hands already working at his belt.

sehun curses under his breath, head falling back against the pillows as you slide his pants down, his boxers doing nothing to hide how hard he is, how much he needs you. you press a soft kiss to his clothed length, feeling the way he tenses beneath you.

“shit—” he hisses, his abs flexing as you tug his briefs down, letting his cock slap against his stomach, thick, flushed, leaking.

you wrap your fingers around him first, dragging your thumb over the slick tip, spreading the precum down his shaft in slow, deliberate strokes. his breath shudders out of him, fingers clenching into the sheets as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes.

but when you finally take him into your mouth, his head snaps back, an unfiltered groan ripping from his throat.

“oh, fuck—baby, just like that.”

your tongue swirls around the tip before you take him deeper, inch by inch, your jaw stretching to accommodate his size. your nails dig into his thighs as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him in until he’s pressing against the back of your throat.

his hips buck up, and you let him, let him fuck into your mouth just the way he likes—deep, slow, needy. his fingers slip into your hair, guiding you, groaning every time you swallow around him.

“so fucking good—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

his abs tighten, thighs trembling beneath your hands, and you sink down one last time, sucking hard as he finally comes undone.

his breath stutters, a sharp gasp breaking from his lips as he spills into your mouth, hot and heavy and thick. some of it drips down your chin, smearing across your cheek as you pull back, licking the excess from your lips, messy and perfect.

when you glance up at him through your lashes, his eyes darken even more. his thumb swipes over your cheek, spreading his release across your skin before tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“fuck, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “y’look so fuckin’ pretty with my cum all over you.”

his voice is hoarse, still wrecked from pleasure, but there’s already something new in his expression—something insatiable.

“don’t think we’re done yet.”

and the way his hands are already pulling you up, pressing you down against his still-hard cock? yeah. you’re in for a long night.

⟢ kyungsoo

the man who learns the hard way 😭

he fucked up the moment he asked, “what do you want for valentine’s day?”

because now, he’s here—wrists bound to the headboard, arms flexing as he struggles against the silk ties, his breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps.

his bare chest rises and falls, slick with chocolate and whipped cream, his lips parted just slightly, a telltale flush creeping down his neck. his jaw is tight, his brows furrowed—he’s fighting it, trying so fucking hard not to let you hear how much he’s enjoying this.

but the second your tongue drags over his abs, lapping up the mess you made, he loses.

“fuck,” he hisses, his fingers clenching into fists above him.

you smirk, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his hip bone. his thighs tremble, his body straining under your slow, deliberate touch, and when you finally wrap your lips around his cock—he moans.

loud. broken. desperate.

“shit—” his head snaps back against the pillows, his hips jerking up into your mouth, completely betraying his usual self-control.

his abs flex as you take him deeper, your tongue swirling around the tip before you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard. his moans stutter, deep and wrecked, his body torn between pushing deeper and completely falling apart.

“baby—fuck!” he pants, chest heaving, eyes blown wide as he watches you work him over like it’s your favorite fucking meal.

he pulls at the bindings, muscles tensing as he groans through gritted teeth. but he can’t touch, can’t do anything except lie there and let you have your way with him.

until you decide to free him.

the second his hands are loose, he’s on you.

you barely get a breath before you’re on your back, his hands rough, roaming, taking. his lips crash into yours, tasting like chocolate and sin, his fingers already digging into your thighs.

“you really think i was just gonna let you tease me like that?” his voice is gravelly, hoarse, filled with pure frustration. his fingers hook into the thin straps of your lingerie, stretching it for a moment, like he’s debating mercy.

but then—he pulls.

the fabric tears, leaving you exposed beneath him, and he groans—low and deep and primal.

“been wanting to rip this off you since we started,” he mutters, palming your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers just to watch you shudder. “you looked so fucking good. but i think i prefer you without it.”

and then, without warning—he’s inside you.

“fuck—kyungsoo!” your breath stumbles, your nails digging into his back as he slams into you, deep and desperate, grinding his hips down just right to make you feel every inch of him.

his fingers wrap around your throat, just enough pressure to make your pulse race as he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“think it’s my turn to have my way with you.”

his hips snap forward, harder, faster, and you realize—this is punishment.

and you’re loving every second of it.

⟢ junmyeon

he works hard so you don’t have to 😛

junmyeon spoils you shamelessly.

he doesn’t just take you shopping—he closes out entire luxury boutiques so you can have the place to yourself, strolling through aisles of the finest designer pieces, plucking items from racks like they were made just for you.

“anything you want, baby,” he murmurs, standing behind you in front of the mirrors, his hands resting on your waist, his eyes trailing over the way the fabric hugs your body. “go ahead. run up my tab.”

he watches, completely entranced, as your eyes light up every time the cashier rings up another purchase, every time he swipes his black card without a second thought.

and fuck, it turns him on.

“wanna know what gets me absolutely fucking hard, sweetheart?” he murmurs against your ear, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “watching you spend my money. watching you get excited when you see the receipt print out. don’t think i don’t see the way you squeeze your thighs together when you see all those zeros.”

it’s why he never lets you buy him anything with your own money.

the one time you tried?

he returned it and spent triple on something else for you instead.

“a real man never lets his woman pay for anything,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your palm as he tucked his card into your purse. “this is why i work hard, baby. so you can have everything that pretty little heart of yours desires.”

so you’re sure that with this valentine’s day gift, he won’t return it.

because it’s for him.

the prettiest lingerie in his favorite color—deep, royal purple.

when you get home, he’s already lounging on the bed, sleeves rolled up, watching you with quiet curiosity as you walk in.

“close your eyes,” you say softly.

his brow lifts, but he humors you, leaning back against the headboard and shutting his eyes.

you strip down, letting the silky fabric slide over your skin, hugging your curves in all the right places. when you’re finally ready, you whisper—

“okay. now open them.”

the second his eyes flicker open, he stills.

his throat bobs, his lips parting slightly, and his gaze drags over you slowly, like he’s trying to memorize every single inch of you.

“fuck,” he breathes, his hands gripping the sheets like he’s physically restraining himself.

you watch as his eyes roam, lingering on the delicate lace, the way it clings to your curves, the deep purple looking so perfect against your skin.

“baby.” his voice is low, reverent, and then he’s standing, crossing the space between you in three slow, deliberate steps.

his fingers trail over your shoulder, down your arm, like he’s afraid to touch you too roughly, like you’re something precious, untouchable.

“do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”

you barely have time to respond before his lips are on yours, the kiss deep, slow, possessive. his hands slide down your back, gripping your ass, lifting you effortlessly as he carries you to the bed.

“this,” he whispers against your lips, “is the best gift i could ever receive.”

and then, he takes you.

his mouth trails over your throat, your collarbones, your stomach, his fingers tracing the lace detailing, savoring the way it hugs you so perfectly.

but then—he’s pushing the fabric aside, sinking into you with a low, guttural groan.

“shit—so fucking tight, baby—”

he stretches you open, slow and deep, rolling his hips with precision, grinding into you like he wants to ruin you for anyone else.

“gonna take my time with you,” he murmurs against your skin, thrusting slow, deliberate, deep. “gonna enjoy ruining you all fucking night.”

his pace is torturous, mind-numbing, each roll of his hips making you see stars.

“junmyeon—” your voice is a breathy whimper, your nails dragging down his back.

he growls, gripping your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“say it again.”

“junmyeon—fuck!”

his jaw clenches, his pace quickens, pounding into you, deeper, harder, relentless.

the lingerie he loved so much?

shredded. torn apart. left in ruins, just like you.

⟢ baekhyun

he’ll put your moans in his album! 💦

baekhyun had been at the studio all day, locked away, perfecting the last few tracks of his new album. you knew how hard he’d been working, so you decided to bring him a late-night snack—but really, you had something else in mind.

when you step into the studio, he looks up from the soundboard, his eyes widening in surprise.

“baby?” his voice is soft, touched, his brows lifting as he stands, already making his way toward you. “what are you doing here so late?”

you shrug, holding up the bag in your hand. “thought you could use some fuel so i brought you your favorite! you've been working so hard.”

his expression melts, pure affection taking over his features as he cups your face, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “you're the best, you know that?”

before he can say more, his sound engineer and manager glance at the clock.

“we're gonna step out for a bit,” one of them says. “gonna grab something to eat. we'll be back in about an hour or so.”

baekhyun nods absentmindedly, too busy trailing his fingers up and down your arm, his eyes locked on yours. “sounds good,” he mutters, not even sparing them a glance as they walk out.

the door clicks shut, leaving the two of you alone.

you wait a beat, letting the silence settle before speaking.

“so... we have time?”

baekhyun quirks a brow. “hmm? what do you mean?”

instead of answering, you unbutton your coat, letting it slip from your shoulders—revealing the delicate, expensive lingerie beneath.

lace, ribbons, soft pink and dainty, crafted to tease more than it covers.

“happy early valentine’s day,” you murmur, tilting your head with a smirk.

baekhyun stares.

his lips part, his throat bobs, and for a solid three seconds, he doesn’t say a word.

then?

he’s on you.

“fuck, baby—” his voice breaks as his hands fly to your waist, lifting you onto the recording booth's couch, his lips devouring yours, teeth nipping, biting, his fingers already dragging up your thighs.

“you knew exactly what you were doing coming here like this,” he growls, pulling your thighs apart, settling between them.

his hot breath fans against your lace-covered core, and then—he leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over your thong.

“so fucking pretty,” he groans, licking you through the fabric, the wet heat of his tongue seeping through the lace.

you whimper, thighs trembling as he sucks, nips, completely ruining you through the sheer lingerie.

he’s feasting, devouring, his grip tight on your hips to keep you from squirming.

“can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against you, his tongue pushing the lace aside, finally making direct contact.

your head snaps back, hands gripping at his hair, a breathless moan escaping you.

“baek—oh my god!”

his fingers dig into your thighs, his tongue circling, flicking, sucking until you’re a mess of moans and whimpers, your body shaking beneath him.

and then—he snaps.

“fuck this,” he growls, yanking your thong to the side, lining himself up, and slamming into you in one swift thrust.

your back arches, your nails clawing at his shoulders, a loud, needy cry falling from your lips.

“shit, baby—” baekhyun groans, pressing his forehead against yours, his hips already rolling, deep and filthy, making sure you feel every inch.

“so tight, so fuckin' wet for me,” he grunts, dragging his teeth over your jaw. “nobody else can fuck you like this. you know that, right?”

“nobody—” you whimper, clenching around him, making him curse through gritted teeth.

“that’s right,” he growls, gripping your waist, pounding into you faster. “you’re mine. all fuckin' mine.”

the room is hot, sweaty, your skin slick, his thrusts getting rougher, deeper, the sound of your bodies meeting echoing through the booth.

he presses his lips to your ear, panting, voice wrecked.

“gonna fill you up, baby,” he moans. “fuck—gonna pump you full of my babies, make you mine forever—"

the way he’s hitting that spot, relentless and unyielding, has you shattering around him, your climax ripping through you like a tidal wave.

baekhyun follows right after, groaning loud and deep, spilling inside you with one final thrust.

the room is silent, save for the heavy breaths, the lingering moans.

then—reality sets in.

you glance at the clock.

“oh, shit—” you gasp, scrambling to get up.

you barely manage to put your coat back on and smooth your hair before the door swings open.

baekhyun’s manager and the sound engineer step in, none the wiser, offering casual nods.

“we’ll go ahead and start mixing the last track,” his engineer says, sitting at the console.

“thanks for coming by,” his manager smiles, completely unaware that less than five minutes ago, baekhyun was wrecking you senseless in that very chair.

you bite your lip, forcing a polite smile. “of course! happy valentine’s day.”

the moment you get home, your phone vibrates.

a text from baekhyun.

baek 💘: so they forgot to stop recording when they left 😭

your stomach drops.

you: THEY FUCKING WHAT?!?!?!??! you: ….say sike rn 😭😭😭😭😭

baek 💘: baby, our moans are literally on the track.

you bury your face in your hands.

you: nononono NO. DELETE IT RIGHT NOW

baek 💘: but you sounded so pretty :( wanna keep it for myself

you swear to god, you’re never surprising him at the studio again.

⟢ minseok

he’ll take his apology in moans 🙂‍↕️

the fight was stupid.

petty, insignificant, the kind of thing you’d both laugh about later—but for the past couple of days, it left things tense.

neither of you were good at staying mad.

and with valentine’s day approaching, you decided to end this cold war in the best way possible.

so, when he comes home, he finds you waiting.

draped in delicate, expensive baby blue lace—his favorite color. something so soft, so delicate, that it looks like it was crafted just for you.

he stops in his tracks, staring.

“baby—” his voice is already lower, heavier, his brows furrowed as his eyes roam over you, slow and deliberate.

you step closer, pressing your hands against his chest, looking up at him through soft, pleading eyes.

“i’m so sorry,” you murmur. “for how i acted the last few days.”

his expression softens instantly.

“there’s nothing to apologize for,” he sighs, cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “i was in the wrong too.”

you shake your head, fingers trailing down his chest, stopping at his belt.

“then lemme make it up to you.”

his breath catches when you sink to your knees in front of him.

“happy valentine’s day, baby.”

you undo his belt slowly, teasingly, dragging his pants down just enough to free his hard length, already thick, heavy, twitching at the sight of you looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes.

“holy fuck, baby—”

his fingers thread through your hair, gathering it into a fist, his grip firm but gentle, like he’s restraining himself from completely losing it.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

and then—you take him in.

his head snaps back, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him deep.

his grip in your hair tightens, his free hand clenching into a fist at his side as he fights the urge to fuck into your mouth immediately.

but then you moan around him, and something in him snaps.

“shit—” his hips jerk forward, his cock sliding deeper down your throat, hitting the back.

his groan is nearly feral, his jaw clenched as he starts to thrust, slow and controlled at first, savoring the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him.

but then he loses all patience.

“fuck, baby—lemme use you,” he growls, his pace picking up, fucking into your throat, groaning every time you gag around him.

your hands grip his thighs, your nails digging into firm muscle as you let him completely take over.

“such a good girl—taking me so fucking well—”

his breathing gets ragged, his abs flexing, his grip in your hair tightening to the point of pain.

“gonna cum, baby—fuck, you’re gonna swallow every drop, yeah?”

your eyes flick up to meet his, and that’s what sends him over.

he shudders, letting out a deep, wrecked groan as he spills down your throat, his hips snapping forward one last time, his cock twitching as you swallow every last drop.

when you finally pull back, your lips are swollen, your eyes are hazy, your breathing uneven.

and minseok?

he smirks.

“you think we’re done?” he murmurs, lifting you off the floor, carrying you straight to the bed.

his lips find yours, messy, possessive, his fingers tearing at the delicate lace.

“i hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” he chuckles darkly, pushing you down onto the mattress, crawling over you. “because i’m gonna have fun apologizing to you all night.”

⟢ yixing

he gives his all and takes what he wants 🤭

yixing was exhausted, but he made it home in time.

he had been overseas, caught up in endless schedules, performances, business meetings—balancing a career that demanded everything from him. but no matter how busy he got, no matter how many flights or sleepless nights, he never half-assed anything—especially not you.

so tonight, you wanted to repay him.

you waited in the bedroom, draped in something delicate—dainty lace, soft and sheer, hugging your body in all the right ways. something you knew he’d love.

the second he stepped through the door, he was on you.

“baby,” he breathed, his arms circling your waist, pulling you flush against him. his lips pressed against yours, warm and soft, lingering, like he was making up for every second he’d been away.

“i missed you so fucking much.”

his kisses trail lower, over your jaw, down your neck, hands roaming, fingers tracing every familiar curve of your body like he was memorizing you all over again.

“let me wash off the flight first,” he murmured against your skin, groaning softly as he pulled away. “then i’m gonna take my time devouring you.”

you nodded, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on filling the room.

but you weren’t done teasing him yet.

you hopped up onto the sink counter, waiting, swinging your legs as the steam thickened in the air.

and then, through the glass, he saw you.

his head poked out, wet hair dripping, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of you—all dressed up, just for him.

lace, ribbons, fragile fabric that barely covered you, leaving so much skin exposed that it almost looked sinful.

“baby.” his voice was low, dark, already wrecked.

“come here.”

you obeyed, slipping off the counter, stepping into the shower. the moment the warm water hit your skin, the lingerie clung to you, turning completely sheer.

yixing’s breath hitched.

his hands immediately found your waist, then your hips, your breasts, his fingers kneading and teasing, exploring the way the wet fabric clung to your curves.

“fuck,” he muttered, voice strained, his hard length pressing against your stomach.

he was throbbing, already leaking, the heat of his body mixing with the steam curling around you.

you smirked, wrapping a hand around his aching cock, rubbing his heavy length over your soaked, clothed pussy, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

“baby—” he hissed, fingers digging into your hips, his patience snapping.

he let out a sharp curse, flipping you around so fast your palms braced against the glass.

“you knew exactly what you were doing,” he growled, yanking your panties to the side, exposing your dripping folds.

his fingers slid through your slick, teasing, spreading your wetness before he thrust inside in one deep stroke.

“fuck—yixing—!”

your moan echoed off the walls, drowned by the sound of water hitting the tile as he slammed into you, gripping your waist with both hands, holding you still as he fucked you hard.

“so fucking tight,” he groaned, his teeth scraping over your shoulder, sucking bruises into your skin.

your hands slid against the glass, fogging up from the heat of your bodies, your legs trembling from how deep he was, how hard he was hitting that spot that made you see stars.

“this pussy—” he grunted, his grip tightening, thrusts getting sloppier, harder. “made for me. only for me.”

“y-yes—fuck, yixing—all yours! only yours!”

his breath was hot against your ear, his hips snapping faster, rougher, relentless.

“gonna fill you up, baby,” he moaned, his voice wrecked, deep inside as he spilled, pumping his release into you with slow, desperate thrusts.

but even as you shuddered, legs weak, mind hazy, he wasn’t done.

his lips traced the shell of your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

“’m not finished with you yet.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling you against him again, his hard cock still pressing against your slick folds.

and with the way he was looking at you—starving, possessive, insatiable—you knew you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

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[enviedear]

oh em geeeee… honestly part of me wishes to train with him a bit. or like just watch him train,,, idk why… jace is eating at my brain for no reason. srry this isn’t a lot 😭😭😭 let me think — 🦢 (if nobody has used this one already)

i also want to train with our communal baby daddy, here's some fluffy training with jace. i hope you love it swan nonnie! enjoy the hints of societal misogyny i added in <3

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night grips the entirety of the red keep, castle almost eerily quiet. you glance around your chambers, heart pounding. the court expects you to be confined to traditional duties—embroidery, etiquette, and endless tea lunches. despite your betrothal to the future king, education for your regency remains lackluster.

but tonight, you have other plans.

carefully, you slip out of your chambers, the soft rustle of your plainclothes barely audible. you navigate the winding corridors with practiced ease, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the stone walls.

each step bringing you closer to the training grounds, where your betrothed awaits.

as you approach, the sound of steel clashing and the grunts of exertion reach your ears. you quicken your pace, eager to see him. rounding the corner, you spot jacaerys in the courtyard, his sword slicing through a practice dummy with precision. he looks every bit the warrior prince, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he moves.

"you're late." he teases, a playful glint in his eyes when he sees you.

"i had to make sure no one saw me… or followed me." you reply, grinning. "wouldn't want to ruin my prince's reputation with my unladylike behavior."

jacaerys laughs, the sound warm and genuine. he steps forward, handing you a practice sword. "let's see if your skills have improved, my lady."

you take the sword, feeling its weight in your hands. despite the countless hours of secret training, the weapon still feels foreign compared to the delicate quilting needles you're expected to master.

but as you face jacaerys, determination sets in. you refuse to be underestimated.

he takes a offensive stance, and you mirror him. the first clash of your swords sends a shiver down your spine. the thrill of combat, the crash of steel—it’s intoxicating.

jace had mentioned the fact the first night he decided to train you. he was adamant, talking out of his head, rash yet horribly kind.

your prince has never fully bent for the rules. while the rest of court frowned upon their future queen welding the weapon of men, your love did not. he seeks only to encourage you.

jacaerys pushes you, sending you backwards, testing your limits. his movements are fluid, graceful even, but he holds back, allowing you to find your rhythm.

"you've improved!" he says, parrying a particularly aggressive strike. "but you still leave your left side vulnerable."

you huff, annoyed at his observation. "show me how to fix it, then."

with a grin, jacaerys steps closer, his eyes locked onto yours. he adjusts your stance, his hands firm and guiding. "like this..." he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. your heart skips a beat, the proximity of his body sending a jolt of electricity through you.

you nod, trying to focus on his instructions. he steps back, and you both resume your positions. this time, you're ready. when he strikes, you deflect, moving with more confidence.

slowly, jace’s hits grow less suppression— his eyes alight as you begin to match his pace. his true equal.

jace finally errs, striking out hastily and allowing your to draw back. quickly, and before he can recover, you leap forward and strike him. your swords’ edge pressing lightly into his practice chestplate. you lower your sword, panting. jacaerys stands opposite you, a proud smile on his lips.

"using my own teachings against me." he says, voice filled with admiration. "should i be wary of your true plans with these lessons?”

you laugh, shaking your head. "never, my prince. i simply mean to protect at your side."

he steps closer, his expression softening. "that's all i could ask for." he whispers.

"perhaps one day." you reply, a smirk playing on your lips. "save you ever entertain the notion of a mistress."

jacaerys chuckles, a twinkle in his eyes. "i would sooner seek the fate of dragonfire."

you can't help the foolish smile your lips curve into, “i’ll hold you to your promise, my prince."

he bows slightly, his dark hair falling back from his face. "i eagerly make this oath,” he looks up at you, soft smirk on his face, “my queen.”

you pull him into a hug, free of the watchful eyes of the usually bustling castle. he melts into your embrace, agile hands finding home at the small of your back. the pair of you stay like that for a while, fueled purely by each others company.

"i should probably head back before someone realizes i'm missing," you say reluctantly, already dreading the return to your stifling halls.

jacaerys nods, understanding flickering in his gaze. "until next time then, my lady. on time, perhaps?"

with a roll of your eyes and a soft smile, you hand back the practice sword and turn to leave. you feel his eyes watch you as you disappear into the castle’s walls—and somehow, the knowledge of that feels much more powerful than any weapon.

[rayveneyed]

continuation of this au

cw: mentions of cheating/infidelity/disloyalty; vague allusions to sex

“so, like, what’s his deal?”

two months into your relationship with sukuna ryomen, you’re personal-assistant-turned-friend carries a bouquet of a hundred red roses into your dressing room. they’re so large that they eclipse her entire top half, and she pants as she sets them down on the table, cursing to herself.

it’s the first night of your mini-tour, your first performance in a good few months, and you don’t bother pretending that the sight of the flowers doesn’t soothe your nerves immediately. there’s a little note attached to the pale-blue cellophane that hugs the flowers; in his chicken-scratch, a love letter. i already know you’ll knock it out of the park. blow their minds, baby.

you read it over and over again, mind flitting between the set list for the night and where you’d been just days earlier — in his home, in his bed, in his arms. he’d sent you off well and truly satisfied, called you almost every day since, and hadn’t missed a single good morning text. and now, this. you fight a swoon.

hair laid — 1940s pin curls — and makeup done (a deep, oxblood red lip, really selling the whole vintage aesthetic), you lift your head to peer at her in the mirror. karmen really would kill you if you got foundation on your neckline — the first dress of the concert is white, glimmering with rhinestones and embroidery, a more virginal jessica rabbit moment. you force yourself to hold your chin up and away from it. “hm?”

“you know.” unscrewing the lid of her water bottle, nina waves it in a vague shape in front of her. “sukuna. ryomen, that is.”

“is there any other?” you joke. she sends you perhaps the most unimpressed look she’s ever bequeathed you with.

“i just never thought he’d be your type,” she continues, casual. “like, real oil and water vibes. i don’t know. but the roses are a nice touch.”

you hum. you’ve known her long enough to not take offence to most of what nina says -- she's wonderfully blunt, and you value that greatly. instead, you pick up your phone and open the camera app, zooming in and out to snap a couple of pictures of your flowers. exposure up, down, up, down -- should you take one at an angle? “oil and water?”

“yeah, i guess." there's a moment of silence, and then: "like — you’re always talking about how you wanna settle down and get married and, like, be loyal to someone, y'know? and he’s just — look, i’m not saying that he’s not loyal to you, i’m just—”

she makes a noise of frustration, and you snort. "he's just, like, a little bit of a whore, right? sorry, i don't mean to be mean -- but has he had a serious relationship in the past 10 years? and all of a sudden he’s talking about you to anyone who will listen — allegedly. allegedly.” she pauses. “how are you taking this so lightly? i'm literally bagging on your man."

finally, you set your phone down, and actually take a second to heed her words.

in truth, you had been extremely cautious when sukuna first showed an interest in you -- sat beside each other at a fashion show, never having met before. you'd be stupid to call it mere coincidence -- nothing in this industry ever really is, and the organisers had definitely gotten the photo op moment they'd hoped for. you're almost 100% sure they hadn't expected for him to stare at you like an idiot, or for you to shoot him your most demure smile, or for the actor to pull out his most casanova-esque moves.

you're not stupid, and what nina says isn't wrong. you're not into hooking up, or one night stands, or being another notch on someone's bedpost -- you weren't before you got famous, and you sure as hell aren't now, when there are cameras around every corner and gossips at every table. and sukuna isn't exactly known for his long-standing relationships or his monogamy -- it's almost like a rite of passage, you think, for a girl to have a shadowy nightclub picture taken with sukuna. if not a shadowy nightclub picture, then a steamy pool shot, or a sensual beach picture, with his hands up her t-shirt and her's down his pants.

despite his general bad-boy appearances in the media, you'd heard that he was quite… kind, if that’s the word. brash, but kind. a little hardheaded, but hard-working, and not too difficult to work with. you've met music video directors that had sung his praises and trusted producers that had called him a good friend. maybe that's why you'd spoken to him when you caught him staring, instead of sending him a smile and continuing on.

"is this your first time at a mugler show?" because it had been yours, and you didn't know what else to say. you wouldn't call yourself shy, but you're certainly not the most adept at small talk -- and you're not ugly, but sukuna is intimidatingly pretty for a man. and the tattoos, and the hair, and those smouldering eyes and long lashes...

"not my first,” he'd replied, seemingly unbothered that he had been caught staring. "y’know, i don't think we've met before."

"no, i don't think we have.”

and yet, there’d been no need for introductions. you were both aware that the other knew who you were.

"you, uh — you doin' somethin' after this?" the question had come out of nowhere -- at least, to you it did. what you didn't know is that he'd been repeating the question to himself from the moment he'd sat down beside you. and while his face didn't betray anything -- his jaw set and his eyes in their usual half-lidded state -- if you'd reached out and placed a palm over his chest, his heartbeat would have rabbitted against your hand.

you had allowed yourself a smile, and tilted your head. of course, his reputation proceeded him — but you were nothing if not a risk taker. maybe that’s why, instead of outright denying his invitation, you said: “i don’t do casual, darling. sorry.”

his eyes had been almost piercing. that wasn’t a no. “who said anything about casual?”

you’d quirked an eyebrow. “really? you want to go steady with me?”

“why not?”

“you don’t even know me.”

“i want to.”

and fuck. it wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, leaving the show so openly with him — but you did, arm in arm, and he hadn’t yet broken your trust. perhaps stupid of you, you didn’t believe he would.

“y’know,” you say, snapping out of your memories. you’re back in your dressing room, clutching his card in hand, staring at your reflection. “i don’t know what it is. i don’t know why he suddenly changed his tune. i don’t know why it was with me. and — well, i know he won’t, but if one day he leaves me for some waify scandi model, i’ll know he didn’t really change at all.”

nina nods, slow, like she finally understands. “you’re going in headfirst.”

“yeah, i guess.”

“that shit’s scary.”

“yeah.” you lift the card to your face again, thumb smoothing over where he’d scrawled your name, the little heart where he signed his love. your cheeks feel hot. you know there’s a facetime call waiting for you when you’re back at the hotel, tucked into bed and sleepy. “it’s really not so bad, at the end of the day.”

[onlyangel4]

picking up the broken pieces. seth rollins. roman reigns. final part.

cheater!seth rollins x reader. roman reigns x reader.

synopsis: after your world turns upside down overnight, roman is there to help you put the pieces back together.

faceclaim: eiza gonzález

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // final part

series taglist: @tinyxrose @daemyratwst @mamis-girly @cutttteeee @pleasantlycrazyworld

authors note: thank you guys so much for all the love on this series. it is by far one of my favourite things i have ever written. if you have any requests do send them in!

y/ninsta posted a story tagging romanreigns

written: scoping out the arena with big man

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written: ready to take out the trash tonight

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standing next to roman backstage you could feel your heart beating quicker than ever before, a sense of anxiety bubbling within you. and roman could feel it to. he looked down at you with soft eyes, "we've got this", he whispered softly in your ear, "everything is going to work out for us, i promise", he spoke as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

becky and seth had already done their entrance, it was a pretentious as them, loud and brash the complete opposite to what you two had planned. a stage hand came up to you giving you nod that it was your turn. and roman gave you one last smile before the whole arena blacked out.

The only sound in the arena was a slow, rhythmic heartbeat pulsing through the speakers, each beat echoing like a war drum. Then the titantron flickered to life, glitching with distorted clips of seth and becky laughing, taunting, standing tall with the championship. then, the images burnt away, revealing footage of your brutal attack, the steel chair crashing down on your knee, the anguish on your face. the screen glitched one more time, this time showing you and roman, side by side, staring straight into the camera.

then the sound of a thunder crack engulfed the entire stadium with fire shooting from the stage.

the heartbeat stopped and was replaced by the booming sound of heavy drums, a deep orchestral version of roman's theme song echoed out into the atmosphere.

At the top of the ramp, you and roman emerged from the flames.

roman stood tall, his black tactical pants streaked with deep red, a gold-trimmed vest covered his chest like battle armour. his red-lined cloak floated behind him, moving like a king leading his army into war. his face was set in stone cold, unshaken, ready for reckoning.

you stood beside him head high, eyes locked on the ring. your deep red two-piece gear gleamed under the flickering flames, the gold flame-like embroidery licking up the sides of your legs and arms like a warrior reborn in fire. a floor-length black cloak, lined in red, drapes over your shoulders, moving like smoke as you walked with fists clenched at your sides, each step a declaration that you are back, and that you are coming for everything that was taken from you.

you both stood still for a moment, staring down at the ring, the flames illuminating your faces in an ominous glow.

then a final explosion was followed by flames illuminating the walk towards the ring

roman took the first step, slow and deliberate, his presence alone commanding the energy in the stadium. you moved beside him, shoulders squared, your determination matching his.

as you reached the ring, roman climbed the steel steps first, holding the ropes open for you to slide through. inside, you threw off your cloak, revealing the full battle-ready attire, while roman removed his vest, cracking his neck.

then, as the lights return, roman raised his fist high in the air while you threw your arms wide, tilting your head back, soaking in the energy.

your message is clear, this isn’t just a match. this is retribution.

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the energy inside the stadium was electric as you and Roman stood across the ring from seth and becky, your former closest allies turned bitter enemies. the tension was thick, the air charged with anticipation as the referee held up the raw women’s championship, displaying what you could gain and what becky could lose from this match. the bell rang, and war began. roman and seth started the match, roman started with a spear the force of their collision shaking the ring. following this seth tried to outmanoeuvre roman, using his speed to dodge and weave, but roman was relentless. he caught seth mid-dodge and threw him into the corner like a ragdoll before decking him with a thunderous clothesline, getting a two count. and when seth got to his feet he barely avoided a superman punch and, desperate for an opening, raked roman’s eyes behind the referee’s back before tagging becky in.

the moment becky stepped into the ring, you were right there, unleashing months of pent up rage in a flurry of strikes, forearm, kick, spinning elbow. becky stumbled back, caught off guard by the fire inside of you that she had previously underestimated. attempting to shift the momentum, becky went for a suplex, but you twisted mid air, landing on your feet and end up cracking Becky with a stiff enzuigiri. just as you went for a running knee strike, seth reached in from outside the ring, tripping your foot and causing you to crash face first into the mat. roman immediately rushed over, chasing seth off, worried expression painting his features. but the distraction allowed becky to slam your knee hard against the mat, targeting the previous injury. you screamed in pain as becky smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing.

from that moment on, becky took full control, isolating you and cutting the ring in half. she targeted your already injured knee with ruthless precision, stomping and locking you in brutal holds. all while seth taunted roman from the apron, laughing, knowing that he was seething with frustration, unable to protect you from the assault on your body. every time you got close to tagging out, becky would yank you back, eventually locking in the dis-arm-her in the centre of the ring. your teeth gritted as you began clawing toward the ropes with everything you had. the crowd erupted as you finally grasped them, forcing becky to break the hold. the damage, however, had been done. you clutched your arm and knee, barely able to gather the energy to stand.

becky set up for the manhandle slam, but you countered at the last second, rolling through and lunging towards the corner. with everything you had left you managed to make the tag. roman exploded into the ring like a force of nature, dropping seth with a massive clothesline, following up with a samoan drop. the crowd roared as he cocked his fist, measuring seth up for a superman punch. but before he could strike, becky jumped on his back, clawing at his face to stop him. you, still hurting, pushed yourrself back into the ring and grabbed becky by her hair, yanking her off of Roman and delivering a thunderous german suplex. the momentum shifted, but seth, desperate, grabbed a steel chair from ringside while the referee was distracted. he swung at roman only for roman to dodge and spear him clean through the ropes, sending the both of them out of the ring.

back inside the ring, you and becky were both staggering to your feet, exhausted. you locked eyes, knowing this was the final stand. becky charged first, but you sidestepped, countering with a devastating final judgment driver, your legal adaptation of a package pile driver. becky’s body hit the mat with a sickening thud. the crowd counted along as you struggled but managed to drape an arm over her chest. one… the crowd waited with baited breath, two… maybe she did it, three, the roof of the stadium practically blew off as the crowd erupted.

the referee handed you the championship, and the weight of it in your hands sent a wave of emotion through you. you had done it, despite everything, you had achieved greatest on the grandest stage of them all. roman slid back into the ring, immediately wrapping his arms around you, steadying you like a life line as you clutched the title close to your chest. as fireworks exploded above the stadium, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “you did it.” you smiled up at him, breathless, as seth sat at ringside, watching them with a mixture of shock and regret. becky lay motionless in the ring, having just lost it all.

as the celebration continued, the roar of the crowd engulfed you. but at one point the crowd got even louder. your eyes looked down the ramp and charlotte was running full pelt right towards you, the brightest smile resting on her lips. she launched herself inside of the ring arms opening wide to pull you into the tightest hug imaginable. that was when the tears fell from your eyes. you were in the ring celebrating your first ever championship win with both your two favourite people by your side. that meant more than anyone else would ever be able to understand. charlotte pulled away from the hug, "i fucking told you. you are stronger than you know", she spoke with a bright smile on her lips before turning to roman. she gave him a hug getting on her tiptoes, "thank you for looking after our girl", she whispered in his ear before slipping back out of the ring so you and roman could continue to soak in your moment.

roman looked down at you, his dark eyes filled with something deeper than pride. he reached out, brushing a strand of sweat dampened hair from your face, his thumb ghosting over the fresh bruise on your cheek. “you did it”, he murmured again, this time softer, more personal.

you barely had time to think before you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. the crowd exploded. it wasn’t hesitant or unsure. it was raw, passionate, a declaration for the world to see. roman instantly responded, his arms wrapping securely around your waist as he deepened the kiss. the cameras caught every second, the wwe universe watching in stunned silence before breaking into wild cheers. charlotte clapping from ringside, so incredibly happy for you and proud of you for rebuilding your life, after everything you had been through.

at ringside, seth’s expression hardened, his hands gripping his hair in frustration, his regret now fully visible. becky, still struggling to sit up, looked between seth and the couple in the ring, realisation dawning in her tired eyes. she would always be a mistake that cost him the girl he loved.

roman pulled back slightly, his forehead still pressed against yours, and he smirked, his voice just loud enough for the cameras to catch, “guess we don’t have to hide anymore.”

you laughed breathlessly, holding your championship tighter, as the fireworks continued to explode around you. roman was right, you did it, you proved everyone wrong.

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written: if i can do this, you can do anything

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y/ninsta: we did that shit

romanreigns: you did that shit, i was just there to support

charlottewwe: finally my girl is getting the treatment she deserves

romanreigns: she deserves the world

user11: that was one of the best wrestlemania matches ever

user12: this power couple is insane

user13: so proud of y/n

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the adrenaline had faded, replaced by a deep exhaustion that settled in your bones. but neither you or roman could sleep. wrestlemania was over. the war had been won. and now, in the quiet of your hotel room, away from the cameras, the screaming fans, and the chaos of the night, it was just you and roman.

you were sat on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, dressed in one of Roman’s oversized hoodies, the championship belt resting on your lap. you ran your fingers over the gold, tracing the engraved letters, still processing that it was actually yours. across from you, roman stood leaning against the dresser, watching you with an expression so soft it made your heart ache.

"you keep staring," she teased, lifting your gaze to meet his.

roman smirked, pushing off the dresser and walking toward you. "can you blame me? i just watched my girl go out there and prove to the whole world that she’s untouchable." his voice was deep, full of admiration as he crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. "you're incredible, y/n."

you exhaled, shaking your head with a small, disbelieving laugh. "i couldn't have done it without you, you know."

roman frowned at that, tilting his head slightly. "nah, don't give me that. i was there, sure. but this was all you" he reached up, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek. "you're stronger than you think, and i need you to see that the way i do."

your chest tightened at his words. the way he looked at you, like you were something precious, something worth protecting, not because you were weak, but because you deserved to be cherished. no one had ever looked at you like that before.

"you make me feel like i can do anything," you whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

roman smiled, moving to sit beside you on the bed, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. his arms circled around you, holding you close as you melted against his chest, your head resting just over his heart. "that’s because you can," he murmured against your hair, pressing a lingering kiss there.

you sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of his steady heartbeat grounding you. then, softly, you spoke, barely above a whisper, "i love you, roman.", you confessed for the first time.

his arms tightened around you instantly. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his warm brown eyes searching yours, and for a split second, you worried that you had said too much too soon.

but then he smiled, that slow, breathtakingly beautiful smile, and cupped your face in his hands. "i love you too, y/n," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "i think i’ve been in love with you for a long time."

your breath hitched, and before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, soft and unhurried, nothing like the kiss you had shared in the ring. this one wasn’t about proving a point. it wasn’t about the cameras or the wwe universe.

this was just for you.

when he finally pulled away, your forehead pressed to his, you let out a content sigh.

for the first time in a long time you felt safe, you felt loved and you felt cherished. all because of him.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

ok idea the outsiders boys with a partner that LOVES to embroider stuff

so like examples would be Darry or Dally with a barely noticeable heart on their jeans, Johnny with a hidden star flower or heart on his jacket, or Soda with a sunflower on his DX shirt pocket

Summary: The Outsiders with a reader who embroiders

Warnings: None

Author's Note: None PONYBOY finds solace in a chance encounter with you, who has a passion for embroidery. He loves when you embroider little things onto his shirt. He is captivated by your intricate creations, each stitch telling a story of its own. He loves when you embroider things into his clothes, it reminds him that you're always with him, no matter what. He especially likes it when you stitch little ponies into the inside of his jacket, so he can look down and see your creation, the ones you did while thinking about him. JOHNNY learned to embroider from his mom when he was little. He's been using that talent now to fix up his worn clothes. Johnny thinks you're insanely talented, how you can create things from just needle and thread. He secretly wants to be just like you, but knows he would be made fun of by Dallas so he just watches you embroider. He loves when you embroider yellow flowers on the cuffs of his denim jacket, his favorite colour is yellow and he likes knowing that you know the little details about him. SODAPOP thinks it's so cute that you can embroider. He think's its such a 'grandma' quality, which to him is not a bad thing at all, in fact, it makes him feel a soft nostalgia for that part of his life that he misses. He would let you embroider his work shirts if he could, but he can't because his boss would get so pissed at him, but he lets you embroider the shirt he wears underneath. There's a little pop bottle resting above his heart. Usually he would laugh at the overused connotation, but he thinks that it's sweet when it's coming from you. STEVE is absolutely in love with your embroidery. He loves the delicate patterns and lovely stitching that shapes into a recognizable thing. However, he would never let you stitch something on the outside of his clothes, only on the inside of his jacket or underneath the cuffs of his jeans. The only way you could get away with embroidering something on his shirt or on the outside of his pants is if it was tuff, like a skull or something. That doesn't mean you haven't strategically placed a heart on one of his shirts though! TWO BIT is actually shit at embroidering. He's tried to learn for his mom and sister, but he really just couldn't get the hang of it. He loves to watch you work though, entranced by how quickly your needle works and how clear your designs are. He's so happy when you embroider matching shirts for him and you. Over the heart of one of his white tank tops is a mickey and over one of yours is a minnie. He's kissing you all over when he recieves it and he's immedietly making you put on yours to match with him. DARRY learned to embroider from his mom, in fact, that was probably the last thing he learned from her. He and his dad both ripped a small hole in their jeans and she sat them both down and taught them how to fix it. He thinks that the fact that you embroider is a sign from the heavens that his mother is saying you're made for him. He'll actually try and get you to embroider stuff on his clothes, it makes him feel grounded and he'll rub the pads of his thumb over the tight stitching when he's tired, nervous or angry. DALLAS calls you a grandma because you know how to embroider, but when his favorite brown leather jacket got caught in a bramble and tore, he came 'begging' (he would kill you if you called it that) for help. At first you obliged and just helped him stitch it up, but when he started to bring more stuff over you would go a little crazy with the designs. He knew right away that you were going off track, but he never said anything, you even caught him wearing some of the stuff you fixed out to a rumble, running his hand over it for good luck.

[sorensolsikke]

here's some punk diy tips and ideas

[other than crusty pants and battle jacket, although we still love those greatly.]

why should you diy, when you can just find decorated items everywhere, you can ask. what if you are clumsy at painting or anything?

firstly, good questions. we diy so we don't give credit to the big companies who rule the world. we diy to get more independent from the system we dislike. we diy so to save money. to express uniqueness, recognize eachother and be recognized. and especially to have fun and feel cool. diy is not only about clothing, but anything you can set your mind on. of course, one cannot make EVERYTHING for themselves, there isn't enough time and energy. but making at least small steps are already a statement and more than nothing. also, helping small artists by buying their products is also pretty punk.

that being said, i provide you with some tips of mine, all gained from experience:

anything you drew/painted on, you will WANT TO protect. acrylic paint/markers + acrylic paint varnish/transparent nail polish/textile medium are your best friends. read after anything that's new to you.

i highly recommend working with old clothing or thrift shop finds when it comes to textiles, as it is environmentally friendly and you will stay in budget. Anyways, always make sure that the material you use isn't gonna be problematic. for example, if you want to do some patchwork, the material shouldn't decay easily (if it does, it will come off so quickly.). if you want to paint on it, it shouldn't be rugged.

you can not only draw/paint on your canvas shoes, but can also sew, embroidery (just make sure to use a thimble, plus floss instead of thread could make your work more durable), and add beads and trinkets to your shoelaces. in the case of shoes, never use glue (neither hot nor instant glue) – it will come off quickly. for some inspiration, i'll show you my shoes!

(the fake moss is literally unstoppable from falling off or getting dirty. risky idea.)

it's good to carry around water and food!! you don't even have to pay for decorative water bottles and food boxes, as you can draw on glass and plastic just fine with acrylic markers. just don't forget to paint transparent nail polish all over your drawing. in at least two layers. don't be lazy or laid-back. even posca comes off while washing the dishes. and you WANT TO save your reference pictures/final designs, as the case of emergency is likely. but after all, my water bottle is exactly fine after six months, with no accuring problem.

if your current best option to get stickers from is aliexpress or overpriced decor stores, search for local artists and shops on instagram and tiktok, as it may be their most efficent way of getting you to know them. if it seems like you have no chance, you may can still find a print shop with the option of printing on self-adhesive sheets (at least in hungary, those are pretty cheap). and if you want drawings to print out as stickers, you may use your own or –ONLY IF YOU GET PERMISSION– other artist's work. not only good for decorations for like, headphones, but for vandalism too. WAIT WAIT who said that. who said it. not me. no never

(in case that's also impossible, you can create stickers by printing out/drawing a picture, cover it up in transparent adhesive tape, and then put some two-sided adhesive tape on the white side of the pic. it won't be that durable, but it functions.)

if you want to bleach-paint clothing, get some plastic brushes!! any other brush dissolves. draw your design first with chalk!! never forget to put cardboard inside the clothing, and to wash the finished work in a washing machine before you'd put it on. prepare to be patient with the process. and it's not dangerous to touch 5%-9% household bleach, just wash your hands soon after.

if you want your crusty pants to last veryyy long, wax them. look up on youtube jeans waxing.

some more things i made for myself so to give you some inspiration: totebag with pockets, a small crystal holder cabinet, badges, and i decorated some t-shirts, button-ups, an id card case, phonecase, laptop.

theoretically speaking, there is nothing that an individual would be unable to learn how to make, when it comes to diy. you can't imagine how easy it is to bake bread at home. consuming-focused media makes people believe that it's hard to make anything. of course, everyone has to decide about their own priorities, i don't want to convince or change anyone in here. and if you have any questions, send an ask!! i hope i had been helpful.

[miss-lesbian16]

The hat rule

Warning: +18

Once you were a foreign cowgirl, as your nation is known for its cowboys, and you were no exception, dazzling with your wide-brimmed dark brown cowboy hat, a long-sleeved gray shirt, and brown suspenders holding the shirt to your pants. You wore a reddish-brown poncho with a woven design and golden embroidery along the edge, black pants, a wide dark brown leather belt with a large ornamental buckle, and brown boots featuring a golden design.

You traveled from Arthefia to Zaun because your father had business with Silco, and you were the one making the trips. For a few weeks, you would stay in Zaun to oversee the contracts and merchandise of Silco. The one in charge of the merchandise was Sevika, Silco's right hand, so you rarely spoke apart from matters related to the goods.

Until one night you decided to have some fun. That night, as was customary, you drank alcohol until you forgot your own name. What you didn't expect was to wake up the next day in the same bed; you had slept with Sevika. Days went by without either of you deciding to talk about what had happened. However, since you had to discuss the merchandise and other business matters with Silco, it became somewhat awkward.

Until one day you decided to address the issue and everything was resolved. Nevertheless, Sevika and you continued talking until you reached a point where you both fell in love.

Currently, after a few months, you decided to stay in Zaun and live with Sevika.

Now you’re on the couch going through some papers from my father, and Sevika is in the room taking off her dirty clothes since she got blood on her outfit during Silco's last job.

Minutes later, I hear footsteps; it was Sevika coming out, but then it went silent. I looked up and saw Sevika leaning against the doorframe, holding my hat in her hand.

—Look what I found, darling —she says nostalgically and playfully—. I remember you used to wear this all the time; now you don't even remember it —she says, laughing a little.

I set the papers aside, looking at Sevika for a few seconds.

—I do remember it; it's just that since I don't go out and only take care of going through my father's papers, plus I'm no longer in Arthefia to wear my old clothes. That's why I kept the hat —I say sarcastically, chuckling softly.

Sevika walks over to me to place the hat on my lap. She sits down next to me, wrapping her metal arm around my waist.

—You're right about that; you hardly go out. Besides, that's not Zaun's style. But what was the need to keep it here and not in Arthefia? —she says curiously while her hand gently caresses my waist, making me feel a little ticklish.

I take Sevika's hand and guide it nearly to my groin. Sevika is a bit surprised but quickly her gaze turns dark with desire. Before Sevika can say anything, I jump in:

—Sevika, do you know the rule of the hat? —I say provocatively with a playful smile.

—No, what's the rule? —she asks teasingly and a bit curiously as she leans closer to me.

—It’s very simple; the rule is that whoever wears the hat is the one who rides —I say playfully.

I put on the hat and look back at her with a provocative smile. Without wasting any time, Sevika pulls me toward her, making me sit on her lap as her hands move to my tight backside, eliciting a soft moan from me.

—So you say that the rule is that whoever has the hat on is the one who rides? —she asks provocatively, smiling mischievously with her eyes filled with lust.

Before saying anything, Sevika moves her hand forward to slip it into my pants, lightly touching my pussy. I gasp a little and move, rubbing against her fingers. Suddenly, I feel a hard slap; I'm way too wet.

Sevika lifts me off her, leaving me alone in the room. I watch as she leaves the room, but seconds later she comes back with a strap in her hand.

—What do you mean this outfit is getting in the way? Don’t you think so, darling? —she says eagerly and excitedly.

We take off each other's clothes until the last garments are scattered around the room. Sevika puts on the strap and lifts me back on top of her.

—Come on, be a good little cowgirl and ride me— she says playfully, smiling provocatively and very excited.

Without thinking twice, I grab the strap-on and guide it to my entrance, inserting just the tip. I try to push it deeper, but it's too thick and large, so I just leave it there. However, Sevika, being too aroused, places her hands on my hips to pull me down, shoving the entire strap-on inside me, eliciting a loud moan from me.

—You're... a cowgirl... so ride my cock good... baby—she says, excited and panting a little.

I don't respond; I just whimper non-stop.

After a few seconds, I begin to move up and down slowly, feeling much more aroused. Sevika places her hands on my butt to squeeze it a little harder. Eventually, I move up and down faster, making my breasts bounce while Sevika watches me lustfully.

—Come on, cowgirl, keep going and ride my cock really good, baby—she says playfully, excited.

My vaginal juices are wetting a large part of my thighs and Sevika's abdomen. I'm moaning, panting, and moving excitedly without slowing my rhythm. Sevika begins to spank me nonstop, leaving my ass red and marked by her hands. She squeezes as I reach my orgasm, letting me fall forward onto her breasts. Moaning, Sevika uses her hand to lift my chin to guide me to her lips, initiating a messy kiss between our tongues. Biting my lower lip, she breaks away from the kiss to put me back in the same position sitting on top of her.

—Sevi... I can't take it anymore... —I say tired and panting too fast.

—I don't care,— she says, amused and malicious.

He holds me firmly by the waist as he lifts me up and down onto his crotch, starting to fuck me roughly and quickly. I moan even louder and noisier, throwing my head back as my hands rest on his and my breasts bounce relentlessly.

It didn't take long for me to orgasm again, but Sevika didn't stop. As I orgasmed, Sevika thrust into me even faster and harder than before, and I fell on top of her again, but passed out from exhaustion. Sevika pulled the strap-on out of me to see me still breathing heavily, panting, and sweaty.

He takes off the strap to carry me to our room and lay me down on the bed; finally, he takes the hat off my head.

—You did very well, my little cowgirl,— she says with satisfaction, smiling with amusement.

Thanks for reading, sorry if I'm not dying absent writing, I don't have time for homework and high school projects.

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