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grandline-fics · 7 months ago

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Terms of Endearment

DESCRIPTION: You call them by a term of endearment without realising

WARNINGS: just fluff, mentions of alcohol in Luffy's

CHARACTERS: Ace, Sabo, Luffy | Law, Kid, Shanks, Marco, Zoro

WORDS: 1,933

A/N: The next part in this in honour of reaching 500 followers. Hope you all enjoy

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ACE

You knew nothing would ever happen between you and the Division Commander. You knew he was just a likeable guy who was friendly and warm with everyone. Countless times you told yourself that he was just nice with everyone and yet still you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat just a little faster when he smiled at you and you couldn’t stop yourself from liking him a little more each time he spoke with you and spent time with you outside of chores and tasks being done onboard the ship. It didn’t matter though, even with the knowledge nothing romantic would happen you were happy to be considered a close friend of Ace’s.

One morning you were perched on the edge of the ship’s railing and keeping a critical eye on the thick wall of cloud draped over the entirety of the sky above the next island you were approaching. It made a stark difference to the clear blue you and the rest of the crew were currently under. You were no stranger to the absurdity of the ever changing weather and separate climates certain islands had but seeing what you were going to be greeted with was starting to sour your mood. It wasn’t as fun stopping at an island if there was a storm to endure.

“Glaring at the clouds won’t make them change you know.” You looked over your shoulder to see Ace hop up onto the railing and sit down beside you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye you were jealous of how relaxed he was and let out a long sigh as you returned your stare to the clouds you could now see were darker than you had originally thought.

“Who knows, stranger things have happened on these seas.” You mused, scowling harder now that the idea was in your head. “Maybe I have the ability to control weather and neither of us knew it? Don’t know unless I try.”

From beside you Ace laughed, reclining back to support his body on his elbows and grinned up at you.

“If that were possible, that’d be a pretty dumb gift. Glaring at clouds to make them obey you? You’d get a headache all day.” You rolled your eyes and laughed, getting more comfortable too, lying down and tucking your arms behind your head.

“Look we can’t all be super amazing and control fire like some people, Ace.” You teased, a small yawn breaking from your lips as your eyes closed. You were still a ways away from the stormy island so you may as well make the most of the sunshine and warmth until then. “Some of us are just boring.”

“I definitely wouldn’t call you boring.” Ace told you. Safely in the knowledge that you couldn’t see him, he could observe you carefully with softened gaze. “You’re one of my favourite people to hang out with.”

“Aw thank you love, you always know just what to say.” Your relaxed smile brightened considerably but you were too drowsy to open your eyes again to look at the man beside you. It was also why you hadn’t realised your slip of the tongue. Ace however tensed and sat up a little straighter from his once relaxed position. His eyes were widened and a soft pink was dusting his freckled skin. All this time he’d thought his feelings were one-sided and now he was hit with the reality that it might not be the case. Overcome with a burst of excitement and hope he quickly lay back down and used his hat to hide his giddy expression and began to think about how to subtly broach the subject when you were awake.

SABO

“You’re not going to improve if you don’t keep your focus.” Hack lectured, swiftly knocking Sabo back with ease. Sabo managed to recover from the attack and retaliated with one of his own that was completely dodged to the point it made the attack look so pitiful. Hack paused in the sparring match to frown at the younger Revolutionary. “Seriously, what’s with you today? Do you need to take a break?” Quickly Sabo shook his head and forced himself to keep his attention on Hack but even then he couldn’t help but feel your presence silently calling to him.

You were oblivious to the power you had over the Chief of Staff, even from the very first day you joined the Revolutionary Army you’d somehow managed to make Sabo immediately endeared to you. Given Sabo’s personality he was able to pass off his momentary slips and lack of concentration when you were around and for the most part others hadn’t made the connection. Most being the word. People like Hack, Koala, and Dragon however knew. Normally Hack wouldn’t mind and ignore it but this was the third time in the short amount of time of the sparring match that he’d seen Sabo zone out and look your way as you were speaking with Dragon about a recent mission you’d been on. Enough was enough. After knocking Sabo onto his back, Hack turned and called you over. You finished your conversation with Dragon and approached the sparring pair with a soft, expectant smile while Sabo got to his feet. “I want you to spar Sabo with me. Perhaps having two opponents will help sharpen his dulled senses.”

You became concerned to hear Hack’s less than complimentary tone at the blond and you looked to Sabo with a light frown, scrutinising his features carefully. Could it be he was sick? Was something else be bothering him? It wasn't like the Chief of Staff to be so distracted especially when it came to his training. At the suggestion of you fighting along with Hack, Sabo’s expression became a mix of uncertainty and irritation. He didn’t want to spar against you but he couldn’t outright deny Hack requesting you join them given he had no real reason to oppose it. Sabo could only take a breath and adjust his stance while praying he didn’t make an embarrassment of himself.

At first having you as part of the fight helped Sabo when it came to focusing on the fight, by having two skilled fighters attacking he didn’t have the ability to pay attention to his personal feelings. However when he kept his sight on Hack as the priority he’d slipped up and forgotten you. You took the window of opportunity and ducked under Sabo’s arm, your face less than inch from his. Quickly you hooked her arm around his and tucked your foot around his ankle, twisting and knocking him to the ground. You kept a firm hold on Sabo’s wrist and pressed your knee into his back. “Give up sweetie?” you asked innocently, unable to see Sabo’s eyes widen. Before he could respond you were abruptly called for by another Revolutionary to go out on a mission. Pouting you released Sabo and left him and Hack.

“Please tell me I didn’t imagine that…” Sabo uttered, almost begging Hack. He looked up to see the Fishman grin at him and help him to his feet.

“No I heard it too. Funny thing is I don’t think they noticed they did it.” Sabo watched your retreating form and brightly smiled.

“Interesting.”

LUFFY

For the most part Luffy can be considered fairly clueless about a lot of things if they don’t involve his ambition to be King of the Pirates and obtaining the One Piece, doing whatever he wanted and eating all he wished. That included his own deeper feelings at times. However no matter how complex Luffy’s emotions were about certain things he found it easier to break them down into more simplistic views and gain a better understanding about them. He found he had to do that with you and the longer you were part of his crew the more he had to take an inward look at his feelings. So far he was able to discern that he liked you, he liked being around you and it was mutual because you’d been all too eager to join his crew. For the longest time it was simple as that.

Things however became complicated one night after he and the rest of the crew helped free another town from a corrupt ruler. As always the celebration was a large affair with plenty of food, music and drink. While Luffy wasn’t a drinker and happily indulged in all the food he could get his hands on, you were pulled into a drinking contest with some of the locals along with Nami, Zoro, Franky, and Usopp. You’d managed to hold your own for a respectable amount but when you felt the world being to tilt and your mind grow hazy you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle anymore.

Staggering from the table you somehow managed to wander to the only spot you knew you’d feel completely safe and content with. You didn’t know how you managed it, call it instinct or sheer will but you stopped beside your Captain and slid down to sit on the soft grass beside him, leaning against his back for support. Luffy looked over his shoulder to grin at you before continuing to eat. “You lost huh?” he laughed before taking a large bite of a meat skewer.

“It’s cheating when Zoro plays.” You grumbled, shifting to get more comfortable against your Captain. “He’s so smug too. Didn’t even wanna win anyway.” You fell into soft laughter with Luffy and then drifted into content silence. Subconsciously Luffy moved while he ate, seamlessly turning so you were leaning against his side and neither of you seemed to even notice the new position.

When morning came and you woke with a hangover and lack of memory you let out a worried groan, hoping that whatever you’d done wasn’t too embarrassing or at the very least you hoped that everyone else was also too drunk to remember too. Wincing you pushed yourself up to see that you were in your own bed. Hazily you tried to force your brain to work and managed to pull out the image of Luffy which made sense, he was your go-to for anything. Knowing he didn’t drink, you knew you could also rely on him for the truth on what you failed to remember. You found Luffy sitting on Sunny’s head just as you knew he’d be but you became worried to see him frowning, deep in thought. “Everything okay Luffy?” you asked, flinching when Luffy’s head swiftly snapped around to look at you intently.

“No! You’re not allowed to call me that.” Immediately worry and guilt took hold. What had you done? Would he ever forgive you? Oh no, what if it was so bad he’d kick you off of the ship for good.

“Wh-what do you mean?“ You asked panicked and feeling sick which was not from the hangover. “Whatever I’ve done I’m sorry but I don’t remember. Please tell me what I did wrong. I can fix it.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Luffy’s expression became confused. “I’ve just decided that you can’t call me Luffy anymore I like what you called me last night after I helped you to bed better.”

“Oh…” you couldn’t tell what you were feeling in that moment exactly. Desperately you tried to think what you called him, silently thankful that whatever it was hadn’t offended him. “Well if you want me to call you that instead you have to remind me.”

“You called me dear.” Luffy grinned while your face reddened.

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undiscovered-horizon · 11 months ago

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It is nights like these that make Coriolanus ponder the 'what ifs?' the most; it is nights like these that bring Lucy Gray back to his mind, even after all this time. Even if she's unwelcome.

If he was a better man, a little less power-hungry and a little more altruistic, he would have missed all of this. He never would have found you - a deer so susceptible to the wolf's skilful machinations. So impressionable, so devoted... And what gamesmanship it truly is to make the prey believe there's some grace in being eaten alive.

He's leaning against the doorframe leading to the nursery - awake, although you have told him to go back to sleep when your newborn daughter woke her parents up. Coriolanus is watching the scene unfold from afar, never letting even the smallest of details escape his attention. He wishes to gloat, to bathe in his own triumph.

Your face, which once smiled so brightly only for him, now smiles for another. What's strange, is that it doesn't make Coriolanus as angry or bitter as it usually would. That territorial beast residing deep in his viscera is wary but not bothered. Not yet, at least.

The baby's cries die down as you cradle her in your arms. In gentle, almost fearful, movements, you rock the newborn. Coriolanus sees your lips move but the whisper is too low for him to discern any words. Whatever it is you say to the youngest Snow, it makes her giggle and babble. The sound reminds him of your own laughter, which he so easily elicits with the smallest gestures of affection. Maybe too easily - although just as exciting, it was never a challenge.

You gently lay the baby back down in her cot. For a moment, you study her face with an expression so loving it's almost pathetic. Coriolanus feels his skin crawl. Something animalistic within him beckons the man to do truly terrible things only to ensure that it's him and him only that you look at with such adoration.

But the urge dies down when you turn away from the newborn and meet his gaze across the room. He's back in the centre of your attention, where he belongs. Suddenly, something changes in your eyes.

That glint of devotion is clouded by something much more mischievous, something he used to absolutely hate until he learned about its nature. Since he met you, you've been looking at him with a hint of insightfulness as though you could see right through his facade and read about his sins on the pages of the open book that was his soul. He felt seen and not in a good way. Then, after learning a few things about you, Coriolanus realized that this perceptiveness is the best thing he could hope for - you were smart enough to connect the dots, to notice patterns not many deemed obvious and yet, too blindsided by love, you thought of his wrongdoings as right. Not in the ethical sense, perhaps, but in logic. There was a method to his madness and a very effective one at that. After all, how utterly foolish would it be to play nice while in The Capitol? In a world of "eat or be eaten", Coriolanus was going to throw a feast. You knew it early on and appreciated the wit and grit it takes to do so.

Standing now in front of him, you slightly lift one of your eyebrows, silently asking him what's on his mind.

"You're beautiful," he confesses.

Your lips curve into a smile. "Tell me something I don't know."

His blue eyes bore into yours. The intensity of his gaze makes you want to look away but prohibits you from doing so at the same time. "I'd burn the whole world for you," he whispers, his tone gravely serious.

Coriolanus feels himself shudder when the back of your hand gently brushes his cheek. Still looking at you, he tilts his head to kiss your fingers.

"I said 'something I don't know', love," you retort in an equally low voice. "Now come, the morning is still far away."

You take his hand in yours, pulling him back towards your bedroom. And, for some strange reason, he lets you guide him.

If he was a better man, he would lead a different life. A more peaceful one, perhaps. But he's not a better man - in fact, he's far from being considered "good" or even "decent". Which is why his life is pleasant, instead of peaceful. And if awful things have brought him so much joy, why, pray tell, should he ever be anything but despicable?

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tetsuswaifu · 2 months ago

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heya so it’s been raining heavy at night recently so imagine a scenario (w kuroo lol) where yn is up listening with windows open and we doesn’t feel them in bed anymore or something lol 🌧️🌧️🌧️

Reassuring Storm

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a/n: so sorry for responding so late to this, i hope you enjoyed this though, i love thunder storms so this is like ideal cute moment for sure, thank you for being patient w me 🥹i hope you have a good day/night, love 🫶🏼🫶🏼

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated, thank you for taking the time to read my work :)

The night was dark, and the heavy rain pounded rhythmically against the windows, creating soothing yet mesmerizing symphony. You lay in bed, tossing and turning as the storm raged outside. The open window allowed the cool, fresh scent of rain to fill the room, mingling with the distant rumbles of thunder and occasional flashes of lightning that lit up the sky.

You were antsy from the sleeplessness, so you got up carefully to avoid waking Kuroo. You tiptoed to the closet to grab a spare, thick blanket and settled into your favorite spot in the house: the big window seat. The seat was nestled in a cozy nook, perfect for watching the outside world and basking in the sunlight. You curled up, tucking your legs beneath you as you gazed out into the dark clouds.

The storm was wild and untamed, a chaotic dance of nature that held a strange, captivating beauty. The raindrops pattered against the window, creating an almost Van Gogh-like scene outside. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminated the world in brief, intricate flashes, followed by the deep, resonant growl of thunder.

The storm took your attention, so lost in the mesmerizing display that you didn't hear Kuroo stir in bed, his arm reaching for you in his sleep. When he realized you weren't there to hold, he stretched his muscles as he sat up. He glanced at your empty spot in bed before his eyes found you at the window.

"Y/N?" his voice deep with sleep. "What are you doing up, princess?"

You turned to him with a gentle smile, motioning him to join you. "I couldn't sleep so I got up to watch the storm, it's beautiful.''

Kuroo chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he walked over to you. He sat with his legs around you, his hard chest pressed up to your back, encompassing you and the thick blanket. You both sat in comfortable silence, watching the storm together as you scratched his forearms with your nails. The rain continued to cascade down, the lightning beaming through the window, followed by more waves of thunder.

After a while, Kuroo broke the comfortable silence, his voice low and gentle, "It's kind of nice, isn't it? Just us, the storm, and the quiet." As he spoke, the vibrations of his voice resonated through your back; almost feeling like a deep purr. Your body couldn't help but snuggle into his body further.

You nodded, your head leaning back into the crook of his neck. "Yeah, it is."

Kuroo tightened his hold on you, his warmth a comforting contrast to the cool air seeping in through the open window. He spoke softly, his mouth close to your ear, "You always find beauty in moments like this," he murmured. "It's one of the things I love about you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection for him. "And you always know how to make me feel safe and loved," you replied, kissing him on the cheek and neck.

The two of you continued to watch the storm, the rhythmic patter of rain and the occasional crash of thunder created a serene backdrop for your quiet moment together. Kuroo began tracing gentle patterns on your arms, his touch soothing and tender. You couldn't help but feel goosebumps raise with the mix of his touch on your skin and the cool breeze coming in.

"Do you remember the first time we watched a storm together?" You asked, your voice soft with nostalgia.

Kuroo nodded, a fond smile playing on his full lips. "Yeah, we were at that cute, little cabin in the mountains. The power went out, and we ended up sitting by the fireplace, watching the storm through the big picture window."

"You held me just like this," you recalled, a soft smile on your face. "You know I love watching storms, so I'm glad we can enjoy them together." You gave him a meaningful kiss filled with sincerity and love.

You both had lapsed back into silence again, each lost in your own thoughts. The once-raging storm outside began to wane, with lightning less frequent and thunder more distant. The rain softened to a gentle drizzle, creating a peaceful, lulling sound.

Kuroo gently grasped your chin, tiling your head up so he could look into your eyes. His hand cupped the side of your face as he whispered, "Thank you for sharing this moment with me." His lips met yours with a soft kiss, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

"Me neither," you whispered back. "Thank you for always being here for me."

You shared a love-filled, tender kiss, your connection deepening in the quiet intimacy of the moment. As the storm continued to clear, you stayed wrapped up in each other's arms. The moon began to shine through cracks in the waning clouds, beaming through your window. The rain had ceased as had the sounds of the pattering drops outside, leaving a comforting stillness to the very early morning. The heaviness of sleep started to weigh on your body as you slumped even more into Kuroo's arms.

"Can you carry me back to bed, love?" you said sleepily, your arms sliding up to hook around his neck. Without a word, Kuroo smoothly picked you up, carrying you back to the bed. He slid in as he positioned himself behind you as big spoon.

Kuroo craned his neck over you to give a quick goodnight kiss. "Goodnight, princess. I love you with all my heart." You replied with your goodnight, your voice soft and content. You quickly drifted into a deep sleep with Kuroo holding you close to his body.

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tswhiisftteedr · 10 months ago

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Hey there, I hope your having a nice night or day, I saw that you wrote nsfw and was wondering if I could request something for chenya wit a female s/o who has a hard time gaing any weight, and a very skinny and tend to become insecure due to it.. and chenya "cheers" them up 👀

(I have this problem ☹ and would like to feel a bit better w some indulgence you know 🤷‍♀️)

Sweet-scented pigeon wing ☆ Headcanon + Drabble

☆RSA Student!Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker(Che’nya) x Skinny!Fem!Yuu!Reader :

Feeling insecure and self loathing sucks, but luckily for you, your act beastmen boyfriend Che’nya is here for you. And he’s going to ‘cheer you up to the best of his abilities!’

Warnings: Mature content, Che’nya is aged up to 18+ and NCR is an actually college, fingering, begging, not anything graphic(violence) reader is just insecure. Not proofread.

Note: Hi thanks for requesting, I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were looking for, I’ve never written comfort for subject like body image, especially people who are ‘skinny’ as I’m more on the chubby side my self. (Working on it girly pops, I’m about to become a slim thick queen and you won’t see it coming, hdhhdjd lol) So if this isn’t to your taste I’m sorry, but I real hope it is!! Also some crack halfway through the smut, I guess it was to make it more cheerful and comforting, though idk if it’s good \:<

Before you two started dating, Che’nya had picked up on the fact that you were insecure in your appearance. Mostly wearing oversized clothes to hide your figure, and how you would panic whenever he hugged you out of nowhere, tensing as he fully embrace you in his warmth.

Back then, he used to think that the issues you had with your physic were temporarily, or mood related. ‘We all have those times we’re we feel low and unsure of oneself, right?’

Well to his somewhat ‘displeasure’ he was wrong. It’s not like he was mad at you for not liking everything about yourself, but more that it made him sad that you didn’t see ‘you’ the way he did.

Sure he understood the fact that being at risk of developing health issues like osteoporosis, higher chances for hypothermia and lower immunity system, just because of your weight, could make you insecure. And he also knew you did your best despite your struggle in weight gain.

The way he sees things, you can’t do much but you’re still already doing your max. So since you’re doing your best already, you shouldn’t worry to much about it.

He doesn’t expect you to change your opinion towards your body from one day to the other, even when you got together, he still saw the hesitation behind your eyes whenever he would compliment your looks.

But he did feel proud of the way your gaze slowly shifted through time, how you would look less ‘untrusting’ of his words after each time he would call you beautiful, cute, lovely, hot, ‘sexy mama~’, etc. The way you would wear clothes that were a bit more your size after each interaction, the way you felt more comfortable when he touch and caress you.

He knew your self doubts were still present, though he also knew that they were less dominant in your mind. As if every time he would hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, make out with you, those thoughts would be push further and further away.

Of course there were the days where those thoughts would resurface, hitting you with a wave of sadness and self loathing. Maybe someone had said something about your looks, maybe you weren’t so sure about you were wearing halfway through the day, or maybe it just one of those off day. The ones where you felt like shit no matter what you did, from the moment you awake, to the one you would fall asleep.

In cases like this, your lovely cat boy of a boyfriend would help by bringing your moral up, in his own very special way~

☆ more under the cut. ☆

You and Che'nya were hanging out in Heartslabyul’s rose maze, he had snuck once more to spend sometime with you. The both of you were laying down on the grass, staring at the clouds. When he turned to sneak a glance at your oh so beautiful face, he noticed a look of somewhat unease and despair on your face, so he decided to do something about it.

He knew what that faced meant, so he scouted closer to you slowly, his movement almost silent due to the soft grass under his body. His hands reached out suddenly, wrapping around your waist gently yet firmly before he lifted both you and himself off the ground effortlessly.

Now with you in his arms, without warning, he carried you towards the magic mirror in the dorm.

You soon found yourself back at your dorm, the ramshackle.

Once inside, he placed you down on the bed, keeping hold of one arm over your head while using his free hand to undo your buttons and zippers without hesitation.

Within moments, he had ripped your clothes apart revealing your naked body in all its glory. The sight of your figure and softness sent waves of desire coursing through him.

"You know, its pretty inconvenient for me not knowing when you’ll be down in a slump." He told you in a cheeky manner, obviously not serious. You can always count on Che’nya to tease in any given situation. “But it’s not all so bad, after all, when your like this I get to play with you.” he murmured against your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin. “Though I would prefer it if it just some random fun, not me having to fuck into you just how perfect you are.” He told you with a rather serious tone, different from his usual one. Thought the softness behind his eyes told you, he wasn’t blaming or reprimanding you. He just wish you could see what he saw when he would gaze at you. But before you could think on that for too long-

"Now, lie back and enjoy yourself." Che’nya spoke out in his usual oh so casual tone.

With that said, he pushed your legs apart wider than they wanted to go and started playing with your ‘sweet-scented pigeon wing’ as he would call it.

Wait- the hell?! “Sweet-scented pigeon wing”, where does that even come from, like what the actual f- oh, right, you remember now.

Sweet-scented pigeon wing from potionology, it’s also known as Clitoria fragrans hence their vaginal shape. What a fucking bastard that he is for calling your coochie that!

Well at least if you had any doubts about sex, your mind was now well off them. But before your mental insulting and name calling of your boyfriend could continue anymore, it was abruptly cut short, by the one you were previously cursing out.

As Che'nya touched your sensitive areas, you could feel a mix of pleasure and shock coursing through your body. His cold hands contrasted with the warmth that was beginning to spread between your legs. He teased you mercilessly, rubbing circles around your clit before dipping his fingers inside of you. Every move sent waves of ecstasy throughout your entire being, making it hard for you to resist him.

In response to his actions, you arched your back involuntarily, moaning softly as he continued to torment you. "Che’nya stop... please..." You begged, but there was no real resistance in your voice. Instead, it sounded more like pleading for more.

"Feeling good, aren't you?" he purred, nibbling on your earlobe playfully. "You know you want this." With that, he pushed two fingers deep inside of you, stretching you wider than ever before. The sudden invasion caused another loud moan to escape your lips, followed by a whimper as he began to thrust them in and out of you rhythmically.

Che'nya chuckled at your moans and whimpers, loving the power he had over you. He increased the pace of his thrusts, going faster and harder until you were on the brink of orgasm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out suddenly, leaving you panting and yearning for more.

"Not yet," he purred teasingly. "I want you begging for it, and obviously you got to explain why you deserve it, also you being attractive must be one of those reasons, ‘Kay!” With that cryptic remark, he stepped back slightly, exposing his erect member to your eager eyes. It was throbbing with anticipation.

You couldn't help but stare at his thick, throbbing dick, your eyes widening in a mixture of fear and desire. "W-What do you want me to say? T-That I... need this?" Your voice cracked slightly as he stepped closer again, pushing his cockhead against your entrance.

"Good girl," he praised, before sliding the head inside of you slowly. "Now tell me why else you deserve it." His pace remained slow, allowing you to adjust to his size while teasing both of them.

You bit your lower lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts. "I... umm... I guess because... uh... well... it feels so good when you touch me like this... And that I’ve been good ..” You managed to stutter out between pants.

"And?"

"And, I suppose... that I'm somewhat pretty." You reply.

"You 'suppose' that you're 'somewhat pretty'? Hmm, I don't think that's going to cut it. You need to be confident about that sort of thing, especially if you want me to start pounding my dick into you." He tells you, giggling.

You blush bright red, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by his words. "I... I-I mean..." Stuttering again, you gather your courage and look him straight in the eyes. "I'm beautiful, okay? Okay?"

His grin widened as he heard these words leave your lips. "That's more suitable," he praised. He increased his pace little by little, gradually thrusting deeper inside of you. Each powerful stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult for you to maintain composure.

"You smell so damn good," Che'nya groaned, burying his face in your neck and sucking on your tender skin. His hands moved downwards, once more, grabbing your legs firmly and spreading them wider apart, exposing your wet and needy pussy to his hungry gaze. "Yes, you are perfect, there’s no other way to think about it."

You blushed deeply at his words, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. "I... I mean, I—!"

Before you could finish your sentence, he thrust himself fully inside of you without warning, stretching your tight hole to accommodate him completely. A cry of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from your lips as he began to move steadily, claiming you body inch by slow but powerful inch. Each time he pulled out slightly, only to push back in deeper than before, hitting your G-spot just right, sending waves of intense ecstasy coursing through your entire being.

"That's better," he praised between heavy breaths. "You sound so much better when you aren’t worrying about how you look, but instead of how deep I’m fucking you." He said that last part with a snicker.

You moaned in pure ecstasy as he continued to thrust into you, his thick member stretching and filling up every inch of your tight passage. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost too much for you to handle, but somehow, you wanted more.

"Oh god, Che'nya," you cried out, arching your back towards him. "I want... more..." Your words came out breathless and desperate.

He picked up the pace even faster, pounding into you relentlessly. Each powerful thrust caused a loud slapping sound against your sensitive flesh, adding an erotic rhythm to their passionate dance. His hands gripped tightly onto your legs, leaving marks on your skin as evidence of their intensity.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Take all of me." Owing to his size, each deep penetration felt like hitting a new level of pleasure that left you begging for more.

Feeling his orgasm building up inside of him, Che'nya slowed down slightly, savoring every moan and whimper that escaped from your lips. "I can feel how close you are too," he panted between breaths.

"C-Come with me..." his voice cracked as he spoke those words, urging you to reach climax alongside him.

The feeling intensified beyond anything you could have imagined, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. And then, just when you thought it couldn't get better, another powerful thrust sent waves of pure bliss coursing through your body, sending you over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your entire being shook with intense pleasure as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over you, leaving you completely lost in the moment.

As for Che'nya, he held on tightly, his own release drawing near. With one final, forceful thrust, he let out a primal growl, burying himself deep within you to the hilt. Quickly pulling out, his hot seed spurted forth, painting your stomach and chest with thick, sticky cum. He stayed there for a moment, observing his work. “See, your such a lovely thing.” Was all he said while looking at your fucked out face and and cum cover body.

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valhallaas · 2 years ago

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Love Me Tender

pairing: jake hangman seresin x artist!reader

word count: 2k

warning: none, only fluff

summary: when the greek god in your bed knows you better than you know yourself

a/n: this is for @roosterforme’s love is in the air tgm challenge! Thank you for letting me be apart of it. Writing soft Jake really did something to my heart, let me tell you. I hope you guys love it!

Rain pitter patters outside. It’s two in the morning, you should be asleep but it feels like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. How did Atlas do it? Bear so much weight, but never broke. Your knees are starting to buckle from the pressure. You asked for this, of course you did. There isn’t anything you’d trade it for. Turning your head, a satisfied smile rests on your lips. I’ll make it baby, he said. I’ll make it all night. Jake lays next to you, his breaths deep and even. You’d picked him up from the airport not too long ago. You’re sure he doesn’t even know what day it is. He’s just happy to be home. You’re happy to have him home.

Slowly, as not to wake him, you shift your covers and climb out of bed. A nice fire and a cup of tea sounded perfect to go with the rain. It’s not like you were getting any sleep anyway. Rubbing at your eyes, you make your way to the living room not bothering to flick on any lights. You’d been in this house long enough you could map it blind folded. Turning on the kettle, you made your way to the back sliding glass door to grab some wood. You’re more than thankful that Jake had cut more fire wood than needed last winter. He was always saving your back.

With the crackle of the fire you made it to the kitchen just in time, hearing the whistle of the kettle. It’s nearing three a.m. but you’re still wide awake. You’re stirring honey into your cup when you hear the creak of the floorboards. That didn’t last long, but that’s the way it goes. How either of you survive when he’s deployed is a mystery. He can’t sleep without you when he’s home.

Warm hands set themselves on your shoulders causing goosebumps to break out across your skin. Soft lips press against the back of your exposed neck, your eyes shut at the feeling. No, you hadn’t wanted to wake him, he needed his sleep, but you were glad he was here with you.

“What are you doin’ honey?” His voice is run through gravel, coated with sleep.

“Think I’m going to draw some.”

Jake hums, turning you in his grip so you’re facing him. His hands trail up from your shoulders to cradle your face. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip, once, twice before you nip at it making him smile.

“I’ll get your supplies. Go get comfy.”

You should be drawing the view right now, but you’re not.

It’s not for lack of inspiration. There’s a reason you weren’t sleeping. You wanted to catch the storm. In any other circumstance you’d be completely captivated by the dark beauty of it all—the slow flowing raindrops rolling down the window. The dark clouds that keep the moon from shining in its dim light, all the stars hidden away. The quick flash that freezes the dried leaves and barren trees swaying in the winter air, giving you the perfect picture. Winter storms were your favorite and they were hard to come by. You normally wouldn’t pass this up. But somehow, your inspiration is solely coming from the man lying on the couch across from you. He’s sprawled out, relaxed, and completely at ease. His arms are folded behind his head, eyes closed as he breathes in deeply.

You told him to go back to bed, but he wasn’t sleeping without you. So this is the compromise. There’s a playlist on your phone playing through the speakers. One you always listen to when Jake’s away. Maybe that’s what keeps pulling your attention to him. The glow of the fire paints him in the warmest hues of yellows, oranges, and reds, making his lightly tanned skin glow. You smile, teeth biting into your cheek when green eyes flick over every few minutes to check that you’re still here with him, and it’s mesmerizing, his gaze. It’s almost the same color you thought his aura to be. Calm, steady, grounding, secure.

You keep your eyes trained on the sketchbook in your lap, attempting not to be conspicuous when you look up to study him every now and then. The idea makes you snort. As if your staring has ever bothered him. You stared so hard when you first met him that you hadn’t heard a thing he said to you for about three minutes. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you, but hey, he thought you were the cutest thing.

It all worked out.

When he looks up at you now and catches you lost in thought as you admire him, his lips tilt up into a teasing grin. You wink at him before looking back down at the book. You’ve drawn him a hundred times before. This one is probably your favorite. Him at home, content with you. Holding the piece back a bit, you study your favorite parts. The gentle way his lashes rest against his cheeks. The slope of his nose. He looks peaceful. Godlike. Not that you’d ever tell him that, his ego did not need to hear it.

“What are you drawing over there, honey?”

You don’t have to look up from the sketchbook to know that his smirk has turned more haughty than before, and when he leans forward a little, you lean back at the same time to keep your sketchbook out of his reach.

He knows you draw him. He’s seen a few of them. He’s seen almost all of your artwork. In fact, he has one of your drawings tattooed on him. He got it while on your honeymoon. You thought he was crazy but he thinks he was being romantic. Whatever. But this one, it feels different. More personal. It’s not him being vulnerable on the page, but you as well.

“Just the rainstorm,” you lie, with a little shrug, looking back out the window for added effect, scrunching your eyes slightly as if to examine it in depth.

“The rainstorm,” he repeats. He doesn’t believe you. Not like he has to. He knows without a doubt you’re lying. “That why you keep looking at me?”

“Maybe I just missed you, ever think of that?” You counter, but it comes out in a harsh whisper, like you're trying not to cry. Closing the sketchbook quickly, you nearly jam your finger in between the pages. His gaze burns over you, taking you in from your averted gaze, hands clenching your sketchbook, your rigged posture, back pressed so hard against the couch, as if purposely trying to keep a distance from him.

“Baby, I’m right here.”

You huff. As if you don’t already know this. Like you haven’t had your eyes on him since you crashed into him at the airport, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. It’s why you can’t sleep—because he’s home. He’s here and all you want is him close. You want him with you. You want him living inside you where he can’t ever escape; where the thought of losing him is only a nightmare. Your eyes have gone misty, something you can’t hide when you glance up at him when you feel a finger lazily drag up your leg. You raise your brows trying to feign innocence as you place the sketchbook on the other side of you. He could easily reach it if he wanted to, you’d have no chance at keeping it from him, but it seems that he can sense the anxiety radiating off of you. Jake’s smirk falls into something softer, gentler. Something you’ve only seen a handful of times—something that he saves just for you.

“Dance with me.”

You hesitate for a small second. “What?”

His eyes brighten as he pulls himself up into a sitting position. He grabs your phone that’s sitting on the coffee table and raises the volume. Suddenly, it’s three years ago, the beginning of June and you’re standing in the middle of an empty Texas pasture dressed in white. The song tugs on your heartstrings more than it ever has before. Jake’s eyes slightly crinkle with his smile.

“Dance with me.” he says softly as he extends his hand out for you to take.

For, my darling, I love you And I always will Love me tender, love me long Take me to your heart For it’s there that I belong And we’ll never part

Without much effort you're in his arms, swaying to the song that played during your first dance as a married couple. You can’t seem to stop the tears that fall from your eyes. You aren’t sad, but this feels like a lot. He’s got you wrapped up in him. One arm wrapped around your waist holding you to him, while the other is cradling your head, fingers weaved through your hair. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands tight around his waist, both of you lost in each other, in the magic of the firelight, the silence of the early morning.

“Do you regret marrying me?” Jake whispers in your ear.

“No.”

“You’d choose this life again?”

“I’d choose you every time no matter what it meant. I can deal with this, Jake, long as I get you back every time. Every time.”

His eyes rest heavy on you, and your pulse starts to race when the soft light in his eyes slightly darkens into something else. His gaze lingers on your lips long enough for you to tilt your chin up, bringing your mouth closer to his, and when his lips realign to that familiar smirk you know, like always, he’s more aware of the effect he has on you than he should be. Maybe you should be embarrassed by that, but it makes things easy. You never have to ask, he just knows. Like how you’re standing here with the electric hum of excited energy flooding your veins already, desperately waiting to feel his mouth on yours. He lowers his head slowly, eyeing you with a playful gleam telling you that he’s teasing you — that he knows his slow pace is driving you crazy. But it doesn’t last long, the moment you run your tongue along your bottom lip, his playful attitude breaks, and his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer as his hand slips down to grab at your thigh. Without much thought you jump, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you back to your bedroom.

With Jake, kisses are more than just feeling his lips against yours. It’s his calloused fingers slowly brushing the inside of your thighs, in a slow teasing motion, that drives you crazy until you're grinding against him. Desperate for him to touch you, really touch you. It’s the taste of his spearmint tongue brushing against your own, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure straight down to your core. It’s the smell of him—intoxicating, mouthwatering, enough to make you weak at the knees. But more than anything, it’s the sound of him—of the deep exhales when your fingers dip into the band of his pajama pants to tease him, the throaty groan when you grind your hips down into his, the position of you resting over him on your bed one of power, one he gives only you. It’s the surprised laugh that echoes from him whenever you nibble on his bottom lip or pull away to catch your breath.

Your seconds away from doing that when he breaks away from the kiss, grinning up at you like he knows you weren’t breathing. He probably does. The man knew you like the back of his hand from the moment you met. Jake only shakes his head, a soft laugh pouring out of him, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He’s looking up at you like you hung the stars and the moon. But that can’t be right, can it? Not when he’s magic, a myth. Something you can’t really phantom. A god in your bed, carved marble under your fingertips. He is Apollo and you, Icarus, willing to burn for a moment of his time. Willing to go to war with the sun, a battle you know you will never win.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

He smiles against yours. “And I love you.”

#love is in the air tgm #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman Seresin x you #hangman x reader #hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin one shot #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #jake hangman Seresin fanfic

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coltrainbat · 2 years ago

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Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

#ransom drydale x you #ransom x reader #ransom x you #ransom smut #knives out #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans character x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans smut #chris evans imagines #chris evans x reader #ari levinson x reader #chris evans fics #chris evans one shot

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imagines--galore · 1 year ago

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#20 on the cliches + spencer reid please <33

Summary: Your worst nightmare becomes a reality. Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. Mention of blood and death. A/N: Since you didn't specify who should nearly die I opted for Spencer. Hope thats ok!

The sound of a gun firing off echoed in the clearing.

Followed by another gun.

Yours.

And as you watched the man you loved fall to his knees, your soul left your body.

A scream rang out. Loud. Raw. Tortured. Full of anguish.

It took a moment for you to realize that you were the one screaming.

Screaming as Spencer's body hit the ground.

Screaming as you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your body, holding you back.

You kicked. You fought. You struggled.

You had to get to him.

You had to get to Spencer.

He was shot.

He was hurt.

And when the person holding you, Derek, realized that the UnSub was not getting up from where you had shot him, he let you go.

You very nearly fell to the ground as your body's momentum propelled you forwards. Towards Spencer.

You were sobbing his name as you skidded down next to him.

"Oh God!" Blood was already staining his shirt where he had been shot in the abdomen. Behind you, you heard Derek approach, desperately trying to radio for backup. But the three of you were so far out in the Woods there was no signal.

"Call for help!" You all but screamed at your friend as you quickly shed your jacket to press against the wound to try and stop the bleeding. Derek quickly ran off, leaving you and Spencer alone.

You shifted so you that his head was in your lap. "You're alright Spence. You're gonna be just fine." You reassured him as he stared up at you. Despite the pain he must be feeling he smiled at you, prompting your tears to fall faster.

"We both know you can't lie to save your own life Y/n." He said in a low voice, grunting softly as he flinched from the pain. You shushed him as you tenderly ran your fingers through his hair. "Save your strength. Derek's gone for help. He'll be back soon."

Your head whipped around in all directions, hoping to catch Derek arriving with the rest of the team and medics.

"Y/n?" God! His voice was so weak.

You returned your gaze to his. And while his shone with unshed tears, your eyes were overflowing. "You know I lo-" Your breath stuttered as did your heart as you stared at him.

"No." You shook your head. "No, Spence. This is not the time. You can confess when you're not bleeding out in the middle of nowhere." Your voice was almost angry as you spoke to him. Your jacket was nearly soaked with his blood now, and you hands were coated in it.

But that didn't stop you from gripping one of his hands and bringing it up to kiss the back of it and pressing it against your cheek. "You can confess to me over dinner. We'll both get dressed up and everything." He knew just how much you hated dressing up, which was why he smiled at you.

"That would be nice." He admitted. The hand you had rested against your cheek was warm as he began to move his fingers, gently stroking your skin.

"K-keep talking Spence. How were you going to confess?" You asked. You knew you had to keep him from loosing consciousness. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips.

"Not over dinner." He said, his voice rasping softly. "Maybe while we went to our spot? " You nodded, a smile pulling at your lips despite the tears. "Just outside of Quantico." It was a small grassy field which was usually full of flowers during the warmer weather. The both of you would go there to just get away from the troubles of work. Or when one of you would get overwhelmed by the horrors you had to deal with given your line of work.

As memories from the space clouded your vision you bit your lower lip to keep it from trembling. "I'm so sorry Spence. I should've taken the shot." You said referring to the UnSub that now lay a few feet away with his own gunshot wound.

Spencer shook his head. "Not your fault." He mumbled his eyelids flickering. Panic set in your voice as you gently shook him. "Hey no! Spence! You have to stay awake. Stay with me Spence." You pleaded, doing you best to apply as much pressure on the wound as possible.

He seemed to be struggling to say something. His lips moved and you bent down a little to hear him properly. "I love you, Y/n." And then his head fell back and the hand resting on your cheek went limp.

"No! No! No! Spence wake up! Spencer you better wake up or I will kill you myself." With each word your voice was getting desperate and raising in volume as you shook him. "Spencer! Wake up! Please! You can't die! Not like this! I didn't say it back. I didn't say I love you back. You have to wake up!" You were nearly screaming your pleas at this point. Screaming and sobbing as you called his name over and over.

You barely noticed as Derek arrived with the medics as well as the rest of the team. You were busy pleading with Spencer to wake up.

Someone pulled you back, allowing the EMTs to look over Spencer. You heard someone ask you a question but you didn't reply.

Your eyes never left Spencer's still face as they put a mask over his nose to help him breath.

You barely blinked as he was quickly loaded into an ambulance and taken away.

His face stayed within your mind's eye as Emily helped you into the car and you were driven to the hospital.

And that was all you could see as you sat in the waiting room with the rest of the team. For how long? You didn’t know.

Though now your eyes were focused on the blood that covered your hands, arms and clothes.

His blood.

Spencer's blood.

"I-I di-did-"

Your voice was barely audible, but it prompted JJ to sit up from where she was sitting beside you. "Did what honey?" She asked, her voice soft and warm as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

The entire team was watching you now, worried about your state of mind. You hadn't spoken in hours.

You were silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke.

"I didn't say I love you back." Suddenly you jumped to your feet, startling everyone. Your eyes were wide, frantic and desperate.

"I need to tell him. He told me he loves me. I didn't say it back. I have to tell him."

You had barely taken a step towards the door when it opened as a doctor came in removing a surgical mask from around his mouth to reveal a small reassuring smile.

"The surgery went well. We were able to remove the bullet, repair any damage and replace all the blood he lost." A collective sigh of relief echoed around the room. Derek quickly pulled out his phone to inform Penelope since she was still at the office in Quantico.

You hadn't fathomed just how much the news would effect you. Which is why when you suddenly dropped to your knees, Emily rushed to your side to make sure you were alright. You felt light headed with relief.

The doctor glanced in your direction. "He won't be waking up for a long while since he's on a lot of medication. I would suggest that you all go back to your hotel and get some sleep. And perhaps a change of clothes and shower." He nodded in your direction.

Not surprising since you were still covered in blood.

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You had overslept.

By more then a few hours.

You had been so tired the previous night, but despite that you hadn't gotten to sleep until late in the morning. When you woke up it was nearly one in the afternoon.

A little mad at yourself for not waking up earlier you dashed about your hotel room to get ready. Seems everyone else had already gone to the Hospital. Rossi had left a voicemail, saying you hadn't woken up when he came to wake you, so they had left a car for you to drive to the hospital.

Which you did in record time. Good thing it was only a small town and now a huge city. Otherwise you would probably have broken every single stop light to get to the hospital.

The reception quickly gave you the room number and not wanting to wait for the elevator, you were bounding up the stairs and speeding down the hallway towards Spencer's room.

But then you stopped.

Each room had a window that opened up out into the hall after which came the door. And you had paused right at the edge of the window. The blinds were only drawn halfway, but you could see Spencer on the bed while the rest of the team sat or stood around him.

He was awake.

He was awake and sitting up.

He was awake, sitting up slightly and smiling.

It almost felt as if a weight had been lifted from around your heart. A couple of tears pricked your eyes but you brushed them away and felt your lips turn upwards in a smile. No one had seen you yet, and you simply took the time to keep looking at Spencer to reassure yourself that he was alright.

Which is why when Hotch walked out to catch you standing there you didn't have time to react.

"You're not coming in?" He asked, his voice gentle, nodding towards the laughter filled room. Your gaze turned back towards the window. "I want to, but....." You trailed off, not knowing how to respond properly.

Though it seemed Hotch needed no explanation. He only smiled and nodded.

"The cafeteria is going to close soon if we don't go now everyone." He said, standing at the threshold of the door. There were protests but everyone quickly stood, obviously hungry. They all walked out one by one, telling Spencer they would be back soon. The first to walk out was Emily. When she caught sight of you she glanced at Hotch and a look of understanding passed her features.

She grinned widely before following Hotch as he led the way to the cafeteria. Next to exit was Derek and Penelope. Seems she had flown in earlier that day. And from the excited look in her eyes when she looked at you, told you enough that Derek had informed her of everything. She made to come to talk to you, but Derek quickly held her back. "Lets give the lovebirds some space." Penelope pouted but waved excitedly nonetheless as Derek shepherded her away.

Not before throwing a wink over his shoulder at you.

Rossi offered a nod of encouragement along with a brief embrace which you were quick to return. JJ was the last one to come out and there was a long moment of silence between the both of you. You were aware of just how close Spencer and JJ were, so her approval was what you sought more then anything else. So when she smiled and said, "Take care of him Y/n," before departing you knew you had her blessing.

A nurse passed by at that moment, carrying a tray of food. You stepped forward, offering to take the tray into Spencer's room. She was a little hesitant at first but seeing your FBI badge she handed it over, rushing off to take care of another patient.

Gripping the tray between your hands, you heaved a calming breath before stepping into the room.

Spencer had his head resting on the pillow behind him, his eyes closed.

"You know, you didn't have to be go and die just to confess to me."

And that was the first thing out of your mouth.

Not something nice and sweet or even loving.

His head snapped up to look at you. He smiled and shrugged his shoulder. "Well I had to get your attention somehow. Stating random facts wasn't working out." You shook your head at him as you walked into the room, setting down the tray on the small table attached to his bed.

"Maybe I should've been more obvious about it? I mean I did listen to you every time you did. I just assumed you knew I liked them." You admitted, settling into the chair nearest his bed. "You know I don't pick up on social cues quickly." He argued to which you rolled your eyes at him. "So my staring at you every now and then didn't comprehend in your brilliant mind that I had feelings for you?" You asked.

He pursed his lips before shrugging. "I was unsure. And since you had caught me staring at you several times I thought you knew and simply chose to ignore it." He looked a little sad saying that, prompting you to feel bad about all the times you had caught him and never realizing the true intent of his actions.

"Well then how about we stop dancing around the whole thing and once you get better we go to our spot just like you planned?" You asked, reaching out to playfully ruffle his hair. He reached up to grasp your wrist. Your smile faltered as you became aware of just how intense his gaze was.

It was enough to make you blush.

"Hopefully neither of us will have to be bleeding out to get the point across this time."

You stared at him, mouth open. He grinned impishly, now holding your hand. Your free hand reached up to smack him on the arm, prompting him to laugh out loud. "Don't even joke about that you jerk."

#dr spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid x y/n #dr spencer reid x y/n

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k0r3s-smu1 · 1 year ago

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𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

A = affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I believe he’s more into quality time than physical affection.

He often takes you out to beautiful locations to go cloud watching, or star-gazing if its night.

He holds your hand occasionally, and gives you forehead kisses <33

When he has free time, he likes to have picnics with you and nap together.

He doesn’t really communicate how much he loves you, but you can see it by the way he looks at you.

B = Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being his best friend is actually quite nice.

Its a calm friendship, you two don’t talk too much but you enjoy each other's presence.

You train together, go on missions together, nap together, muichiro trusts and cares about you a whole lot; so he prefers to be by your side as much as he can.

He does tease you as well, and enjoys when you get angry and talk back.

You must’ve approached him to become his friend, otherwise he wouldn’t have talked to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to be close with you, so of course he would be happy to do something as intimate as cuddling. He falls asleep quite easily with his arms wrapped firmly around you, his face snuggled into your chest or neck. Or laying on your lap, a certain calmness always comes over him. He feels secure pressed up against you, and he knows you're safe.

He doesn’t exactly seek it out, but if he’s really missing your touch, then he might initiate it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does look forward to the day he can settle down with you and live a normal life. But until Muzan is still alive and demons still walk this earth, that won’t happen until he has to retire.

He’s decent at cleaning, and its quite relaxing for him. But he’s not too good at cooking.

He’ll try though, and it’s very enjoyable for him when you’re there, guiding him or preparing food beside him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would be a simple “Let’s break up”. If you questioned him, he would give a straightforward explanation about this decision. Then leave. Either that, or he would leave a note in your estate and stop visiting. You’d have to seek him out for further questioning. Either way, Tanjiro most likely noticed how down you were and after learning what happened, convinced muichiro to come back.

Now, Mui elaborates on his explanation in a more heartfelt way, making clear he loved and cherished you, and that this is for the best. He bids you farewell, and this second explanation definitely gave you more closure then the first.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Truthfully, he doesn’t think about it a lot. He loves you dearly but he’s also fine staying with the

“partner” or “boyfriend” title. Marriage isn’t that special to him. If he does choose to marry you though, it wouldn’t be quickly- probably a good couple of years later. (Unless you initiate it, of course) He is a bit worried about commitment, but being a capable demon slayer definitely helps.

It would really suck if he started dating a regular girl only for her to die one random night because some low level demon came crawling into her house 💀

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be a little dense sometimes and say offensive things unintentionally, and he might have a hard time understanding why you’re mad because of something he said.

To him, he’s just being honest… but please don’t get too disheartened at him, he’s trying :(

You’re probably his first relationship, he’s new & might be a bit clumsy.

But he’s otherwise pretty gentle with you in both aspects. He knows he’s strong and doesn’t want to run the risk of hurting you in any kind of way.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes, he does enjoy hugs! Well, specifically from you. Just like cuddling, he doesn’t really initiate it. But he’s more than happy to if you wanna. His hugs are light and warm, and being so close you can catch his scent- almost non existent, but it's there- Like clean laundry and mint.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not very fast. A few months into dating, maybe on a summer night, watching the stars.

I can see it being kind of random- It’s silent, and he’s just looking at you lovingly. And the words came, seemingly out of nowhere, so soft and sincere. Definitely caught you off guard. He’s always being honest, and it just felt right to him to say it at that moment. From there, he doesn’t say it a lot, but you know he loves you, and he knows you know.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

He probably doesn’t even understand what he’s feeling when it first comes up.

All he knows is that he doesn’t like what’s happening. The presence of the other man is irritating,

And he’ll just drag you away from him; it’s not like that guy’s worth your time anyway.

I don’t think it’s exactly easy to make him jealous, but it’s not hard either… I'd say it's in the middle.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gentle and loving, his kisses make you feel all warm inside. It’s short but meaningful.

He likes to be kissed on the cheek, and he likes to kiss your forehead.

But on romantic occasions, your lips are the best place for him.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children, how do they feel about having kids, etc)

I mean, we saw how he treated Kotetsu- I don’t think he’s particularly nicer around them.

Maybe gentler, but otherwise the same. Nor do I think he really cares about having them.

They’re a bit annoying, and a responsibility I don’t think he’d be the best at.

He’d rather grow old giving his undivided love and attention to you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Aaaah, it's so sweet! He’s all dozy and cute, and this is the time he gets most cuddly.

He has work to be done, but it’s so tempting to just stay snuggled in bed with you.

He stays sleepy for a while even after getting up, and kind of clingy.

He might rest his head on your shoulder while you cook, still drowsy.

He’s extra forgetful during this time.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Basically the same as the mornings! He’s softer, more cuddly and affectionate.

Definitely looks forward to sleeping with you, or having a relaxing drink of tea with you to

settle down before going to bed.

Prefers to spoon you then the other way around, though he also likes laying on your chest

And listening to your heartbeat. (he thinks your boobs are comfy.)

He falls asleep relatively quickly, but awakens easily if you move. Not that you can…he won't let you go.

Part 2

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year ago

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Ocean Eyes - Hector Barbossa X Female Reader

Title: Ocean Eyes

Hector Barbossa X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's parents (Mentioned), Henry, Jack, and Carina's mother (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon!

WC: 4,027

Warnings: Love at first sight, tension, teasing, taunting, awkwardness, nervousness, embarrassment, anxiety, crying, slight angst, and fluff

Carina had a surprise for you, or rather, something she desperately needed to tell you. So, you waited in the little garden that the two of you would frequent regularly. It was a nice garden, away from the bustling streets and rowdy people; a little secret haven for you and your best friend. You found it when you were both kids. Both growing up in the same orphanage, you both bonded quickly, having similar views and ideas. She loved the stars, as did you, but your fondness was truly for botany. You loved plants, flowers, and all of nature really. You became a sort of healer, using plants and flowers, or whatever you could find, to help those in need. Though, similar to Carina, many people thought of you as a witch too.

Sitting on an old stone bench, you gazed at the garden around you, taking in the beautiful flowers and overgrown hedges and bushes. You didn't know why this garden became abandoned, or overgrown, but you were glad the two of you found it. It was the perfect place to hide, talk about anything, and just relax. You looked up at the sky above, smiling slightly as your mind saw different objects in the passing clouds. A cloud in the shape of a cat, or even one that looked like a frog. You smiled to yourself before shaking your head slightly and closing your eyes briefly. There was no point in daydreaming; you'd get nowhere if you weren't focused and focused you were, so you opened them again, focusing solely on what lay in front of you before you flinched back; Carina stood right in front of you.

She gave you a taunting smile as you held a hand to your chest in shock and surprise before sitting beside you on the stone bench. "Daydreaming again?" She asked, and you let out a sigh, giving her a side glance.

"I was but then you showed up." You said playfully, as Carina just rolled her eyes.

"You do want to hear what I have to say, don't you?" She asked, and you nodded, turning your body slightly to look at her, giving her your full attention. You watched as she let out a sigh before doing the same, seemingly very nervous, which made you frown slightly; worried. "I have found my father." She answered, and your eyebrows went straight up.

"Pardon?" You muttered, watching her with wide eyes as she continued.

Carina fidgeted with her hands in her lap, "You know when I went away for a while?" She asked, and you nodded.

"Of course." You answered, "I was worried sick about you."

Carina pursed her lips, "Well, on that trip, one of the pirates was... Is my father."

You stared at her, unbelieving, "Your father's a pirate?" You asked incredulously.

Carina shrugged, "Yes, he is." She mumbled, looking down at her hands. Then she paused, before letting out another sigh and looking directly at you. "And I've come to the conclusion that I want to travel with him and his crew."

"Oh," You responded quietly, thinking about that for a moment. Carina had found her father, though a private, you didn't have anything against them, but you couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. You never knew your parents, only knowing that they had given up on you at the age of three. From then on, the orphanage became your home, and Carina was your family. But, looking into her eyes, you saw how excited and determined she was, you knew she wanted this, needed this. "Then I am coming with you."

Now it was Carina's turn to raise her eyebrows, "Pardon?" She mimicked, as you square your shoulders, trying to look confident.

"I want to come with you. You're my best friend, Carina. And frankly, you are my family. So, I don't want to leave you. I am coming with you." You explained with your own determination, making Carina smile warmly.

"I am fine with that." She answered, making you smile. "I just want to warn you that pirates are a bit... Loud, obnoxious, and don’t smell lovely."

You only rolled your eyes, "You didn't when you returned either." You teased, making her nudge your arm. "Besides, besides going on adventures, what could possibly happen?"

~~~

The ship stood menacingly at the dock, its sails tied up, and its anchor lowered. On the way to the ship, after you packed a few of your things of course, Carina told you more about her adventure for the trident, about her father being a captain, and even the young man named Henry that she said made her stomach tie up in knots. She said it made her want to throw up, but you thought otherwise. It was pretty obvious that she may or may not like the man she spoke so much about, despite her saying how annoying and irritating he is.

Arm in arm, Carina led you up the wooden board connecting the ship to the large dock, and you couldn't help but feel an adrenaline rush engulf you as you stepped on board. Some of the crew gave you a glance before going off and doing whatever, and even so turned up their nose, muttering something about how women are bad luck on the ship. You simply turned to look at Carina, who just rolled her eyes, telling you how incorrect that myth or superstition was.

Looking around the large ship, your eyes landed on the top deck, where two men were at the wheel, but before you could get a real close look at them, your attention was drawn by the sound of Carina's name being called. You watched as a young man, whom you assumed to be Henry, rushed over to greet her. He gave her a smile, which matched perfectly with his boyish charm, while Carina only let out a deep sigh, turning to you.

"Y/N, this is Henry Turner." She introduced you to the young man who gave you a smile.

"Pleasure to meet you, miss Y/N." He spoke politely, and you gave him a smile.

Offering your hand out, Henry took it, skating it, which surprised you as most men would simply kiss your hand. Pirates were pleasantly different. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Carina talks a lot about you."

Henry's smile widened as he turned to look at Carina, who glared at the two of you, almost painfully nudging your ankle with her foot.

"You talk about me?" Henry then asked, his grin turning into a small smirk as Carina just rolled her eyes, unlocking her arm with yours to cross them over her chest defensively.

"No. I do speak of you, but only because you are such a pain in my backside." She answered, making you laugh slightly.

"You wound me, Carina." He then said, causing you to snort and shake your head.

Carina only looked away from him, "Sure, Mr. Turner." She answered before another voice broke into your little chatty bubble.

"Well, well, well," You turned to see another pirate, one with a hat over his head, a red bandana wrapped around his forehead, and colorful beads in his hair. "Are you Miss Smyth’s confidant?" He then asked and you gave him a nod, tilting your head. “Are you a witch too?”

"You must be Sparrow." You mentioned, ignoring his comments, and the man before you smiled.

"Aye, that's my name." He spoke before another pirate called his name and he was driven away, but not before giving you a small dramatic bow. “Do wear it out.” He called to you before leaving completely.

You turned to Carina and rolled your eyes as she smiled, unable to stop a small chuckle from escaping the both of you. He was exactly how she said he was. Irritating.

"Carina," A deep voice then called, making you turn your head towards the new sound.

Your eyes widened as you watched another pirate walk over. He was tall, with long, curly brown hair, and a short beard. He wore the prettiest blue uniform, embellished with gold, and white lace at the cuffs of the sleeves. If this was love, you were deep in it. The feelings you were already having for this man were incredible. Your eyes continued to gaze at his features, his eyes, nose, and lips. He was gorgeous and you could help but notice how fast your heart was beating, almost jumping out of your chest, and your face flushed slightly.

"Father," Carina greeted, smiling slightly, and the man looked at you briefly, before returning his attention back to Carina.

‘Father!? He was her father!? Oh, God,’ you thought you were going to pass out. ‘This couldn't be possible!’ You were in love with your best friend's father. You were completely and utterly screwed.

"This is my friend, Y/N." Carina's voice finally broke you out of your panic, introducing you to the man that has caused so many problems within seconds and without even saying a word to you.

A new rush of panic filled you as his blue eyes met yours, looking at you carefully and studying you for a moment. His eyes eventually trailed down your figure before landing back on your face, and you felt your cheeks heat up, looking away from his intense stare, glancing quickly at Carina before meeting his eyes once again. He gave you a slow smile, and you couldn't help but return it.

"Welcome aboard, lass." He finally said, before he then tipped his black and gold-trimmed hat and left to speak to Sparrow.

You let out a deep breath, feeling like you were again going to pass out from how long you were holding your breath unconsciously. Carina looked over at you, her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out what was wrong. She observes your cheeks, which were dusted a deeper shade. She then followed your gaze, which led right back to her father. And, lastly, she watched as you fidgeted with your hands, your fingers twisting and turning anxiously, albeit nervously. Her eyes then widened as the realization set in, looking up at you with her wide eyes.

"Y/N..." She began, her voice soft, and very slow as he swallowed thickly. "No..." She muttered in disbelief as you nodded your head slowly.

"Yes..." You answered back softly, reluctantly snapping your gaze away from her father. "I'm deathly afraid so."

This unspoken confession made Carina look down, biting the corner of her lip as she stared down at her feet, and the two of you stayed in silence until a strong wind picked up, making you shiver.

"Come on," Carina mumbled quietly, taking your hands. "Let's go find some food." She suggested, causing you to nod your head. You followed her silently, your hands clasped neatly in front of your skirt, your mind racing as you kept your eyes on the hardwood boards of the vast ship. In what seemed to be a kitchen of some sort, Carina looked around and found some bread, handing you a small loaf before the two of you sat on two big barrels. You both silently munched on your snack, you slower than her as your mind continued to race. And, to be honest, hers was too. "Are you sure?" She spoke up in a hushed voice, just in case anyone should hear.

"Yes." You simply said, "I- I think I'm in love." You shakily whispered out, your eyes widening at the sound of the confession; tears began to well up, burning your eyes. "I'm I going crazy? This... This is crazy, right?" You turned to look at her, "I shouldn't feel this way, especially since he's your father." You explained through hiccups and sniffles.

As you cried, Carina put her bread aside as she moved closer to you, pulling you in, enveloping you in her arms, and letting you cry freely as she rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "Yes, this is a bit… Odd." She began, not truly knowing what to say. "But, you can't help who you fall in love with." She finished, and you looked up at her, pulling away.

"Like you and Henry?" You asked, and Carina stared at you before letting out a sigh and nodding.

"Yes, I suppose." She glanced away before giving you a firm glare, "Don't say a word to him." She threatened, making your quirk a smile.

"I will not." You let out a small laugh, as the two of you fell into another silence as you brushed away your tears. The next few minutes went by in comfortable quietness. But, the silence didn't last long as you spoke up once more. "What should I do?" You asked her.

Carina sucked in a breath, staring down at the bread in her hands before she turned to you and gave you a small smile, "I think you should embrace it. I know he might seem intimidating. But he really isn't. I-"

"Are you insinuating that I should go ahead with this?" You asked, bewildered as Carina gave you a shrug.

"Yes." She answered, and just as she began to open her mouth again, you interrupted her a second time.

"Carina, he's older than me, and he's your father, I- It would feel incredibly awkward-"

Carina raises her hand, quickly silencing you, "Y/N, it is true. He is older and he is my father," She agreed before continuing, "But, you are also my best friend. If you want to, take the chance. I want you to be happy."

You felt your worry dwindle slightly as you let out a small sigh, giving Carina a small, thankful smile. "Thank you, Carina."

Carina mimicked your smile, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Of course," She went back to her bread, taking a small bite "Besides," She muttered, her mouth full of food, "You'd be a fabulous stepmother."

With that, you let out a gasp, feeling your cheeks burn as you nudged Carina, making her laugh.

"Shut up!" You whined, and she laughed even harder, earning yourself another light shove from you before you returned to eating your food.

"Do you really like him?" Carina then asked abruptly, and you paused, swallowing.

"Yes," You spoke up, a small smile growing upon your lips, "I think he's very handsome, and I see the way he cares about you. Even though I've only met and spoken to him once, I can truly see how caring and understanding he is." You told her, and Carina nodded, satisfied.

"He'll be good to you." She stated confidently.

You smiled softly before shaking your head. "You say that as if he feels the same." You laughed and Acrina just shrugged.

~~~

Barbossa stood at the ship's wooden railing, his hands pressed firmly against it as he looked at the sea below him, watching the waves crash and roll, the sky dark above him. It was late, a few hours had passed since the crew and others had gone to the sleeping chambers, and yet, Barbossa was awake. Why was he awake? He couldn't stop thinking about you. His daughter's friend had decided to come along on another adventure for some other forgotten or lost treasure. He didn't mind it, no. He was rather interested in you actually. You intrigued him greatly. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned only to find his daughter. She wandered over as he turned back to the sea. She mimicked his posture, her own hands landing on the railing in front of her, standing beside him. The soft and sweet silence was broken when she spoke, her voice, much like the waves, crashing and roaring onto the shore. "Is something bothering you?" Her gentle tone filled the air between the two of them, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

"Aye," He answered and Carina pursed her lips before speaking again.

"I need to speak to you," She spoke, and Barbossa turned his head to look down at her, "It's quite important." Barbossa didn't say a word, waiting for her to continue. "My friend, Y/N... She has developed... Feelings for you." She confessed, making her father's eyes widen comically so.

He blinked twice. Feelings? Immediately, Barbossa felt self-conscious. Why would a beautiful young woman like you, have feelings for him? He was old, run-down, and a pirate no less. Hell, even Sparrow was closer to your age. He felt a bit odd, shifting his weight from one foot to another as he bit his tongue. A part of him wanted to deny her words and suspect her of just idle teasing. But, her expression said otherwise. There was no smile, nor a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was telling the truth.

He let out a sigh, "What do you want me to do about it?" He asked her, his tone low.

She shook her head lightly, "I am not sure. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I just thought it best if I let you know. So, if by any chance you speak with her and she shies away, you know that she is not scared of you, but infatuated."

It was silent once more, and Carina could feel the tension as it slowly seeped through her body and into her bones. After a while of the two of them awkwardly staying silent, she cleared her throat to break it, "I'll, uh, I'll leave you alone." She went to leave, but her father's voice stopped her.

"I haven't felt this way since your mother." He softly confessed, making Carina's eyes widen slightly as she turned back around. Barbossa stared at the dark waters below him, "That first day I met your mother, I knew. Knew instantly. But..." He trailed off, shaking his head slightly.

"Do you like her?" Carina asked her father as the man pursed his lips. She could tell that he did. That wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, however. Not now, anyway.

"No," He finally admitted, looking at the girl beside him. "I do." His voice softened, a hint of pain in his eyes as he gazed upon her.

"You should tell her..." She spoke softly as Barbossa nodded, more firmly as his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Aye, I shall." He responded as they both faced forward once more, the two of them silent once again, until the ship rocked, indicating they were nearing their destination.

~~~

The next morning, after the two of you woke up, you headed up to the man deck, trying to not get pushed around as multiple pirates did their chores around the ship. Once you found Carina and Henry, you walked over and stood beside your friend. The three of you watched the other pirates and crew do their thing before you spoke up. You smiled, "Henry, Carina." You called to them, getting their attention. They looked over to you, Henry raising an eyebrow.

"Good morning, Y/N." Carina gave you a smile, "Have you seen my father?" She asked, and you raised an eyebrow.

You frowned, tilting your head to the side, "No?" You felt an odd feeling creeping up inside of you, but you ignored it, "Why?"

"Oh, no reason." Your friend spoke, making your frown deepen before the two of them glanced behind you, both giving you a smile and leaving; Henry giving you a thumbs up. You stared at them confused, before you dropped your shoulders.

"Morning, lass." You tensed slightly, knowing the person behind the voice, "I hope you slept well."

You turned around, the breath in your lungs leaving you as you stared at the man before you, whom you've come to know not only as your best friend's father but as Barbossa from his crew. "Yes," You spoke up, trying not to stare at him for too long, "I slept fine." You glanced from the ground up at the older man, seeing how seemingly nervous he looked, glancing away from you briefly; he knew something. "Carina told you, didn't she?" You asked him with a sigh, and Barbossa merely stared at you before nodding. "I'm never trusting her again." You added, and he sighed heavily before answering.

"Aye," He admitted, glancing down at you.

"I apologize," You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair, "I, uh, I didn't know that she was going to tell you."

Barbossa chuckled, shaking his head, "Don't fret, lass. She just wants what's best for you," He took a step closer to you, smiling slightly.

You shook your head, "I do not want you to think that you have to be kind to me just because my feelings have been revealed. I know it's oddly unorthodox. To put it plainly, I do not wish you to think of me as strange. I just-" Your sentence died in your throat.

"Y/N?" Barbossa interrupted your rambling, making you snap out of your thoughts and raise your gaze from the floor and up at him. "Are you alright?" He questioned, and you swallowed hard before nodding.

"Yes, sorry." You mumbled, looking away again.

Barbossa sighed lightly. "Look, lass" He began, "I am an old man... And I have no doubt that you are a brilliant young woman." He added, making you look at him again, surprise written all over your face as you heard him. "But you should be with someone your own age. Someone who is not old enough to be your own father."

You looked away from him, crossing your arms, "But you're not. You're not my father. And it does not matter to me how old you are, I still find you rather dashing." You blurted out, shocking yourself.

At your confession, Barbossa's eyes widened. No one has ever called him dashing before, it makes his heart flutter slightly. He didn't really know why though. All he knows is that you complimented him and made him happy. This made him grin as he placed a hand over his chest.

"Well," He began, "Thank you, lass."

Your cheeks flushed a little at the praise. "Of course." You replied shyly, averting your gaze from his and towards the ocean instead. Your eyes wandered to the horizon. "It's beautiful here." You commented, looking to where the blue sky stretched above you. It looked so peaceful.

Barbossa remained silent for a couple of moments before speaking, his deep voice filling the quiet air. "Aye. Yes, it is." He agreed, glancing over at you.

"I've never been on a ship before. I have never thought I'd ever be on one in my lifetime. But..." You glanced over at him, noticing that he was already looking at you with his ocean eyes. "I can see why you and other pirates love it. It's very... Freeing." You finished, your voice trailing off and soft.

Barbossa couldn't help but smile a little, "Aye." He muttered, returning his gaze to the sea as well. He stood there for a few moments longer before taking in a deep breath, letting the sea air fill his lungs. For some reason, he felt at peace with you by his side. With you being there, he felt relaxed. More than comfortable. Like he could breathe again.

"Well,' You began, looking up at Barbossa with a new sense of purpose, "I'll leave you to your sea. I have to find Carina and tell her off. I'll, uh, hope to see you later, Barbossa." You then turned to leave, but not before a hand encased yours, stopping you. Looking down at his hand holding yours, you quickly looked up at the man.

He continued to stare at the ocean, before turning his soft gaze to you, "Call me Hector." He told you with a small smile. It made you give him a soft smile in return.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head in agreement. "Alright.., Hector." You spoke quietly, releasing his hand and making your way over to the stairs leading to the lower decks to find Carina. You had to thank her.

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lilylovessev · 2 years ago

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Severus froze momentarily as she confessed her love for him. Was this real? Had she meant that? His eyes fluttered closed as she took hold of his length and all his thoughts flew out of his head. How was he meant to be romantic and focus when she was doing that to him? He moaned into her, enjoying the feeling of them properly coming together. “Wait,” he eventually said, not wanting this to be over too soon. He’d heard all sorts of horror stories.

“Please, can you get on top?” he asked. He wasn’t about to be so bold as to take the lead. He definitely didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He knew how everything worked, so to speak, but that didn’t mean he’d honed any sort of technique. She had been helpful so far in telling him what he should do. He was eternally thankful for her and her expertise.

Severus laid back down against the pillows. Her bed was so damn nice. It was like laying on a cloud. If he were her, he’d never get up. Well, right then, he never wanted to get up. He wanted this moment to last and last.

His mouth practically gaped with pleasure as she sunk down onto his cock. Wow. He had never felt anything like this before. He was worried he was going to pass out. Slowly, he trailed his hands up her thighs so he could hold onto her hips. He hungrily watched her hips roll against him, seeing him go in and out of her body. He now understood what the big deal was about sex. This was great. He wanted to do this all night long, every night. No wonder some people were obsessed.

She had to be showing off, right? There was no way she looked this fucking hot all the time. The way she was bracing herself against him, her tits bouncing, her hair everywhere. It wasn’t very often he saw Narcissa so disheveled. She was sensational. He wanted to see her like this all the time; the way her eyes and face looked when she was enjoying herself so much; the sounds she made when she was so close to the edge. He wasn’t sure how the hell Lucius ever looked elsewhere. Severus would crawl to her if she asked him to.

Carefully, he reached his hand between her legs, his thumb moving over her clit. His eyes flicked up as she gasped, and nodded encouragingly at him. Obviously that had been the right thing to do. He rubbed circles, just like she’d shown him earlier. He could feel her start to move a little more urgently against him. He was so glad she was in charge, because his brain was barely functioning past breathing at that point.

“I love you,” he finally said as he looked up at her. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her hips down on him. “I love you forever, Cissy,” he whispered against her lips.

- - -

Perfect.

Every moment with him had been perfect. That hadn’t just been sex for the sake of having a bit of fun. That had felt like so much more than that, which she didn’t feel that she could truly acknowledge. She was glad that she had been his first. That they had experienced that together. She had never felt anything like it, it had been so different from what she was used to experiencing.

As she laid there beside him soon later, her heart felt as if it were about to drop down into the pit of her stomach. She sat up just a little, leaning over to press her lips to his, her gaze moving over to the nearby bay window. The sun was just starting to rise.

She climbed out of bed, pulling on her robe, adjusting her hair as she walked over to the window. She looked out over the grounds of her home, for the last time. She knew that it would be very rarely that she returned here for any sort of length of time, which immediately made her sad. That along with everything else that she currently felt was overwhelming. She wiped her cheeks, knowing that she had to get a grip. She glanced back over her shoulder, watching as he stirred. She smiled to herself, before then moving back over to the bed, climbing back on before falling into his arms.

“Don’t go yet,” she spoke softly. “I just want this for a few moments longer.”

She laid in his embrace, stroking his arms, “They’ll already be setting up the Manor.” She sighed, looking up at him, “You best believe that I’ve tried my best to make that place reflect me today, probably for the one and only time.” She laughed, but didn’t particularly feel like laughing. In that moment, it didn’t feel like there was anything to laugh about. She was going to be getting married to a man that wasn’t this man. Another woman would have that pleasure, surely. She’d feel so loved.

She moved to give him a tight hug, their chests pressed together. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t walk away now. I need you, more than I need anyone else.” They both knew that everything was going to change for her now that she was married. She would be expected to be a part of certian things that she’d managed to avoid before. However, she had been adamant that she was not going to take the dark mark. Lucius hadn’t fought her on that; she knew that he didn’t think that it was her place to be joining them anyhow. She’d leave that to Bella, who was already just about as maniacal as she could be. She herself didn’t want any part of that side of things. “I understand thought if you... if you feel that you cannot after this.” She stared into his eyes, her own brimming with tears. “I can’t lose you.”

“Narcissa?”

Her eyes widened and she moved away from him, pressing her finger over her lips.

“Yes?”

“Good, you’re awake. Bath, now.”

She groaned, before turning back to look at him. “And so it begins.” Her voice was shaky, and she tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his one more time. “I meant what I said,” she whispered, before pulling back. She gestured over to the locked door on the other side of her room, it led down an old servents stairwell, which would help him remain unseen until they all emerged for breakfast.

The blonde paced back and forth, having asked for a moment alone to process everything. She had been restless all morning, and antsy; which wasn’t out of the norm for a bride. They had all made their way over to Malfoy Manor, after quite a calm breakfast. Andy had been staring at her all morning, but she had her walls up very high. She walked over to the large window, staring down into the gardens. It was beautiful. She had done a bloody good job of organising everything, along with her mother. It looked perfect, but felt anything but.

Her dress felt tight, as if she couldn’t breathe. This was it. She was about to become Narcissa Malfoy.

She looked over as the door opened, “Severus?”

She rushed over, quite unsure as to how it was that he’d managed to get past her bridal party without having been turned away. She wrapped her arms around him, “I don’t know if I can do this.” She stepped back, her hands on her hips. “I feel as if I can’t breathe. I feel as if I’m going to stand down there and not be able to even look him in the eye. How can I make vows to a man that I... that I love but I betrayed. I just...” She was so confused, because she knew that she loved Severus too. She knew that last night had been anything but a mistake. “I don’t know what to do.” She looked at him as if he could give her all the answers when she knew that he couldn’t. She knew that. Her immaturity slapped her in the face in that moment. She had never felt quite so young before, too young to be doing this.

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dabilovesme · 3 years ago

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Jealous Gojo Headcanons

Pairings: gojo x black!fem!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, fluff, obviously jealousy

A/n: this hc is obviously for black readers but if you aren’t black you can read it for fun ig

Jealous!gojo who hates the way geto is getting a lil too touchy with you, so gojo being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he snatches you by the waist, holds you so close to him, even air can’t get thru y’all and shoves his tongue down your throat, right in front of geto. You’re so lost in the moment, the burning gaze that geto had on you had gone unnoticed.

Jealous!gojo who notices geto’s gaze on your beautiful body and decides to put on a show and grip your ass and grinds against you hard, pulling out small moans and whines from your mouth. Geto is staring at you like a hawk and his erection his noticeable to the point it looks painful. Gojo starts to get a little mischievous and picks you up by your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, your ass is in the air and on display for geto to get a better view.

Jealous!gojo notices that geto is starting to lose a lil bit (a lot) of his sanity and so finally he breaks the heated kiss you guys were in to tell geto to leave, “Ok I gave you enough of a show, now leave so I can take care of what’s mine”, geto flustered expression still plastered on his face as he gathered his things and left quickly so he can…..handle himself. Gojo on the other hand had to handle you.

Jealous!gojo drags you to the bedroom and edge you for hours because you didn’t notice that his little friend geto was getting too touchy with you. “You probably liked that didn’t you?” He says thrusting harshly into you, “You like it when he’s rubbing all up on ya’, huh?” he stops his thrusts as he feel you’re about to cum “Gojo pleas-” you’re cut off by the sudden movement of your legs being thrown over his shoulders and locked in place, “You didn’t answer my question sweetheart .” he says before kissing the gold anklet that he bought you that has his name on it, “no I d-don’t like it” you say trying to catch your breath, “I only like it when you touch me” you say staring deep into his mesmerizing gaze “only you” and with that gojo starts to thrust again but this time they’re slow and deep, his pubes graze against your clit with every thrust and your legs shakes while on his shoulders but his vice grip is making sure you don’t go anywhere. “Only me and it will always just be me.” he starts to pound harder into your hot sticky pussy, not faster, but harder. It sends you over the edge immediately, “pl-please don’t s-stop” you say with tears running from your eyes,”I-I’m gonna-”, “go ahead baby, cum for me”, you let out the most beautiful and alluring moans he has ever heard as you came all over his throbbing dick, “my god baby-fuck” even after you cum, gojo continues his thrust as he chase his high and the feeling of you clenching and creaming around him he cums almost immediately after you, he moans loudly as he releases his hot heavy seed inside you. He puts your legs down gently and lays down on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck as you run your fingers thru his hair, as he’s still buried deep inside you. You guys lay there just like that for at least 15 minutes before he pulls out his softened cock and watches all of his cum ooze out of you. “I’ll start the shower, just stay here, kay?” you nod and lay there, body tired and worn out.

Jealous!gojo who loves aftercare, he pulls out clothes for the both of you and starts the shower and made sure it was nice and hot just how you like it. He picks you up bridal style from the bed and helps you into the shower. You guys wash eachother up, this moment is so intimate and precious, you guys wash eachother up throughly and slowly, you put shampoo in your hands and start shampooing his hair. He loves the way your fingers glide across his scalp, the gentle touch from you makes him go on cloud 9. Once you’re finished scrubbing his scalp you tell him to bend his head back just a little bit so you can rinse all of the shampoo from his soft white hair, as you do that, gojo rest his warm wet hands on your lower back, pressing you closer to him, enjoying every minute of this moment. Once you guys are finished showering and brushing y’all teeth , gojo insists on moisturizing and dressing you for his on enjoyment, “Please baby, I promise I don’t bite” he says teasingly , “ok gojo you can do it but be gentle because I’m very sore.” You say softly, “oh I know baby, just let me take care of you” he starts lathering your scented whipped cocoa butter in his hands and start massaging it on your pretty brown legs, as he does so you watch him intently, taking in every detail of his beautiful presence, “you’re so beautiful gojo” he starts blushing hard, if anyone else called him beautiful he would’ve had a cocky response like “I know” or “it’s not hard to tell”, but with you it’s different, you make him feel this that he didn’t even know he can feel, and someone as mesmerizing as you calling him beautiful is a deal breaker and everyone including him knows that, “thank you baby, but nothing is as beautiful as you.” you give him a soft kiss on his lips and you guys sit in a comforting silence as you let him finish moisturizing and dressing you in your favorite pajamas. When he’s finished dressing you, he swiftly moisturizes and dresses himself in his own pajamas and

Jealous!gojo who joins you in the bed and pulls you to his chest and sets your head in the crook of his neck. “I love you satoru.” his first name sliding off of your tongue makes butterflies fill his stomach and his mind hazy, “I love you too y/n” and that was the last thing he said before the both of y’all drift into a peaceful sleep and gojo thinks of how lucky he is that he gets to hold you like this, see you like this, love you like this.

Hello my beautiful babies, I hope y’all like this.💕

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acaiasahi · 3 years ago

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✶ be with me ; bang yedam.

synopsis. yedam's lyrics have to mean something, and that something just so happens to be you.

info. fluff. bang yedam x gn! reader. 1,010 words.

warnings. grammatical errors, structural errors, proof read-ish lol, lowercase and smaller text intended!

[ now playing . . . ] be with me by treasure.

the soft breeze flows through your hair, the tree you're frequently sitting under blocking the sun's heat from meeting your skin.

sighing you put your book down and turn your attention to the clear blue sky above you. "everything all right?" you hear yedam ask.

turning your head, you meet his curious gaze. nothing but calmness washing over his features as he continues to wait for your answer. trying to figure what to say, ultimately decided to nod your head.

yedam purses his lips, nodding along slowly before he looks away. "could you by chance help me with this?" he asks you, gesturing to the notebook perched up on his thigh. you quickly scoot closer to him on the picnic blanket before asking to grab the notebook. he lets out a soft hum.

"i've been having a hard time with these lyrics, i'm not sure how to write out the feeling, if that makes sense?" he mutters. you read the lyrics on the paper.

i can't help it,

it seems like the last train already left.

that's very, very nice,

i have no choice but to protect you.

"these are good lyics, damie" you quickly look up at him, he waves you off with a quick 'thanks' before yedam's eyes return back to the scribble-filled notebook.

"what do you want it to be about?" you ask him, eyes still looking at the clouds floating.

"about protecting someone, y'know, someone you love?" he says nonchalantly. finally looking at him, silence consumes you two before breaking out into laughter.

you watch as he throws his head back, hand covering his mouth before clapping. you gently push his arm, "you're so corny!"

through your happy exterior, you couldn't help but wonder who the lyrics were about.

"not to boost your huge ego, but you're really talented." you tell him with a breathy laugh. he nods meekly, a bloom-like hue making it's way onto his cheeks.

picking up the notebook and pencil, "mind if i write something?" you ask. "sure, y/n." he responds back, eyeing you closely.

on a windy night, under the black sky,

i'm worried where you're going.

a full moon rises, on the way home,

the wolves will grab you and go.

be with me.

handing the book back to him, he looks over the words intently. "these are amazing, y/n!" he looks up at you, astonishment written all over his face.

and as he sits there, he thinks the same as you. who were the lyrics for?

now, you're the one blushing and waving his praises off as if he were lying. he lets out a drawn on "eh!" before pushing your arm like you did before.

collapsing onto the blanket, you continue your journey of watching and naming different clouds as they pass you by. unbeknownst to you, yedam watches you intently.

he loves the way your eyes dart from side to side, hands on your stomach, and watching the blue sky above. he loves the way you mutter to yourself and get lost in your thoughts.

"that one kinda looks like a chicken, n-no! maybe a turkey?" you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes to help yourself make out the picture behind your eye-lids.

you feel the space next to be filled as yedam lays close next to you, shoulder to shoulder. "which cloud are you talking about?" he asks, you point up to the one towards the middle.

"that one! do you see it?" you ask, "it looks more like a chicken to me" he says, laugh booming loudly.

turning his head to look at your side profile, he realizes just how breathtaking you are. don't get him wrong, he always thought you, his best friend, were pretty but when he started seeing you as beautiful, it was safe to say that he was an absolute goner.

you sigh dreamily at the fluffy cotton shaped clouds, closing and draping your arm on your eyes upon feeling the soft breeze once more.

yedam wasn't sure what took over him but as he continued to watch you breathe softly, your chest rising up and down, he felt himself have the sudden urge to be even closer to you.

scooting unbelievably closer, he hesitantly intertwines his hand with yours. it was almost like puzzle had gotten unlocked, the way yours fit perfectly in his.

it was like it was meant to be.

removing your forearm from your eyes, you slowly open them while simultaneously lifting your linked hands.

you look at the sight in front of you with a blank face causing yedam to feel like he'd messed up. he quickly made the decision to pull away but before he could, you lift his hand to your mouth, giving it a quick peck before putting it back down.

still looking at you, his face flushes a love-washed tint. your eyes never leave the sky but the blush on your face tells yedam that you're just as big of a mess as he is.

you turn your head to look at him, "you have to be the prettiest boy i've ever met in my entire life," you blurt out to him.

dropping his hand, you cover your mouth. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that, bu-but i'm not lying." you stutter out, watching as the blush only grows wider upon the apples of his cheeks.

"the song's about you, i want to protect you. i love you." he says, watching you closely at the words he's so desperately been wanting to tell you.

hand still on your mouth, your jaw drops at his words. the sudden urge to just hug him being too much to bare. sitting up, yedam follows you in fear for your next words.

you catch him off guard by tackling him in a bear hug. "i love you too, since forever!" you whine out, hugging him tighter as if were going to slip away. he kisses your forehead, nuzzling his head into your hair.

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ava-achlys · 3 years ago

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The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.

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venushasvixens · 3 years ago

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October 3rd - Marking (Kylo Ren x Reader) / Kinktober 2021

[A/N] none, except that it’s October 3rd and thats iconic by itself

WARNING: 18+, kylo kind of being affectionate??? Spanking, roughness, the usual.

Terrifying.

You looked on at your body in horror at the amount of bruises left on by Kylo. It was always somewhere hidden, along the inner side of your thighs and ass. The special ones that you had vocally spoken in favor of were on your tits, left on as more of a proof that you belong to him.

It wasn't in violence and hatred that you received these markings, but more of trust and love. Sounds crazy, but that was the relationship between you both. You fell head over heels about Kylo’s strength and roughness. It showed that he was not to be messed with, and with a partner like that, you could take some of that energy from him. The pride he felt as he saw the person you had become, so different from the timid and shy girl he had first met, made him content.

You couldnt stop staring at yourself, it felt like an eternity. Your hands ran over your thighs and hips, wincing as you accidentally pressed on your bruises. Knowing how you got them turned you on, remembering the sensation of his teeth biting into your thighs. Was it possible for something to hurt so bad it felt good?

As much as this excited you, you did feel a pang of wanting more. You wanted to show the galaxy who you belonged to. There was no evidence besides a whispering rumor that the Supreme Leader had taken interest in a mysterious girl from some forgotten planet (which was completely untrue, some knew about it). You didn't want to be hidden anymore.

So focused on your image, you didn't hear the booming footsteps of Kylo trudging behind you. What a sight, he thought, watching as you admired yourself. He felt a shift in his pants as his cock jolted to life, his eyes helping him. Kylo crept behind you, his massive arms slithering around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, his eyes traveling around your body before meeting your gaze.

“What are you doing, starlight?” He asked, his voice soft.

You shrugged. “Nothing really. Debating on what dress I should wear for tonight, that's all.”

A quick interaction was all you could allow, as you knew Kylo was usually busy with his work. A small kiss was all you could really get in the morning, and it was enough to hold you over. You didnt want to worry him about your personal dilemma, so clouding your words is what was best. Sensing that there was a false meaning in your words, Kylo decided to press on further.

“Something else is wrong. Tell me now.” His hand snaked into your hair, little bits of a the persuasive Force forcing your truth to come out.

“Fine, I’ll tell you if you stop doing that.” You slapped his hand away, feeling the low grumble of what sounded like snicker vibrate on your back. “I just want more.”

“More what, starlight? You need to tell me.”

“Of this.” You gestured to yourself.

The corners of Kylo’s mouth upturned at your request, only fueling the hardness between his legs. “If thats what you want, Ill be more than happy to give. Get up on the bed-“

You shot out of his arms, ass up already in the air as you jumped onto the bed. Chuckling at your eagerness, he climbed onto the bed, pulling your legs towards him. Giggling, you lifted your ass up even more, an offering to him.

“How adorable, being so ready for me.” He said as he marveled you, taking in the sight of his beloved so ready to take him into her.

What you weren’t prepared for was the harshest slap on your ass.

“Aah!” You yelped, squirming underneath Kylo’s grasp. His back turned towards you, his arm encircled your waist. A quick rub was all that was given before another rough spank to the other cheek. You cried out in pain, but still yearned for more.

“Mmm, does it hurt?”

“Yes!”

“Good.”

It was a cycle. Kylo’s hands spanked you, each slap harder than the last. You knew your limit and so did Kylo. It stung so bad, your cheeks so red and sensitive. His growls and hisses grew more animalistic, refusing to acknowledge that his cock was fully erect, aching to be released. In a matter of seconds, you knew your boundary immediately. You wailed, skin burning as tears fell down your face.

Kylo paused, releasing his hold on you. He bent down to your crying face, wiping away your tears. “I went too far, didnt I?”

“A-a little.” You sniffled, trying to suck your emotions back in to not ruin the mood.

“Here, let me make it better.” Kylo cooed, rubbing the inflamed skin. His hands and fingers worked wonders, the pain etching away. You flinched as he kissed your backside, slowly inching in a bite or too. You hummed in relief as you felt a familiar wetness start to drench your panties. Thats what you’ve been waiting for.

“Feel better?” He asked, listening for anymore sniffs and gulps.

“Y-yes, just keep doing that.” You sighed as Kylo took you in between his teeth, biting down. He pushed your panties aside as his mouth went to work, letting his fingers roam in between your legs.

Sucking your breath in as you felt a welcomed intrusion, you spread your legs further apart. You wanted to show what he did to you. He ran his finger from your clit and up, letting it push in you slowly. Just one digit did it for you, melting under his touch.

“Ooh, fuck.” You whispered, your mind tainted with filthy thoughts as Kylo fingered you. Mixed in with the love bites on your ass, this was pure heaven. He may have gone too hard earlier, but this was his apology, and you would gladly take it. You couldn't wait to see the new marks being made on you.

“Sounds like somebody needs a little something more.” You forgot Kylo could hear your thoughts, or rather intrude on them.

“Y-yes, aah!”

One last kiss and you felt the shift of Kylo moving behind you. Not even a second later did you feel the firm grip on your hips as he moved into position. He pumped his cock, his hand taking some of your juices and slathering himself.

You cried in pleasure as he entered you slowly, feeling every vein and inch. You were trying to get accustomed to his size, but you never got used to it. He could hear him trying to hold himself back from just pounding the fuck out of you, wanting to take his time. Heavy strokes entered you, garnering deep breaths and mewling.

Every thrust stretched you out further, getting rougher than the last. He didnt want to hold on, and Kylo was making it known.

Harder, please, harder.

Kylo sank deeper into you, his thrusts growing quicker and harder. The slap of his balls against your pussy sent a jolt throughout your body. Your voice shrilled as you were used, crying out for more. Kylo growled as he felt the knot of his orgasm approaching. He wanted to last longer, just for you.

“G-gods, you feel so good.” You whimpered. Bent over you, Kylo bit down on the fleshy part of your shoulder, causing you to yelp out. As his teeth sunk in, his powerful hips pumped faster, stuffing you.

You wanted nothing but to be filled of Kylo’s cum, marking every hole you had with him. Pushing yourself against his cock, you so desperately tried your best to please him. It worked, with Kylo grunts growing higher and higher. It would’ve been selfish to cum without you, leaving you in the dark. A secret weapon was most needed, sending a nice warmth to your clit. It overstimulated you, soaking everything that came into contact with your cunt.

You couldn't help but scream and cry as Kylo used the Force to your advantage. Pulling him with you, joining together in a wild joint of pleasure and pain. It hit both of you at once, causing an explosion of moans. Biting down once more, this was the finale. He filled your gaping pussy with his seed, contracting as you tried to get every drop out of him.

“Fuuuccckkk, Kylo!”

Panting and exhausted, Kylo hunched forward, his forehead resting on your back. He kissed the mark left on your shoulder before taking himself out of you. You sighed as he left your body, leaving you a literal mess. You fell onto the bed, your legs sprawled out. Laying next to you, Kylo tried to catch his breath. He trailed his hand on your back, in a gesture to assure you that he was still there with you.

“K-kylo?” You whispered, voice raspy.

“Yes?”

“Mark me somewhere special?”

He propped himself onto his elbows, staring down at you in confusion. “Special?”

“Yes.” You turned to face him, although you avoided his gaze. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

Warmth spread throughout Kylo’s chest as you uttered those sweet words. Never before was someone so willing to give themselves to him, not for the sake of power. It was for love. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

You pulled his sweaty body to yours, your lips meeting. He held onto your jaw softly, running his finger along the underside of your face and onto your neck. “Right there is where I want it, where everyone can see it.”

Smiling blissfully, Kylo kissed from your cheek down your neck. What started with a flutter of kisses ended with giving love bites and a few proper hickies that peppered all over your elegant neck.

This finally felt right. You were all his, and now, all the galaxy will know.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Rainy Afternoon- Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Summary: It’s supposed to be movie night, though Klaus always seems to change that in one way or another.

Warning: fluff, smut mentions

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Klaus gently grabbed your shoulders, his face inches from yours as he looks deeply into your eyes, “We’re watching Twilight.” He says softly in the most gentle and sweetest of voices, like he telling you he loves you for the first time or something of the sort.

You let out an amused snort, “No, we are not.” The words leaving your lips bluntly and with as much enthusiasm as a stick.

Laying sprawled out on yours and Klaus’ shared apartment bed, your eyes trailing over the chipped white ceiling as your cuddly man hugs your torso. You couldn’t feel happier or more loved right now in this very moment while a storm rages against the window.

It’s about three in the afternoon and the clouds don’t seem to want to move, nor does the sky appear to remain keen on halting its assault of never ending water droplets onto the city below. But that’s all well and fine with you and Klaus on this lazy Thursday.

So far the two of you have half successfully baked a chocolate cake and eaten mostly all of it for your breakfast/lunch like the health conscious adults you are. Then for almost two hours you both danced around the apartment like wild hoodlums, making sure to push all the furniture aside for safety and to better show off your fantastical dancing skills. After that rush of excitement and heavy physical activity, you both stuck your heads out the window to let the soft pattering of the rain cool you two off.

Once that was done, Klaus dragged your bum to the bedroom for some kisses and a needed cuddle session now resulting in the two of you laying in your casual positioning for the time being. The only sounds to be heard is the pouring of the rain outside and Klaus’ dramatic sighing he does when he wants your attention.

Though you’re trying to ignore it just to fuck with him, even so, it appears your man will not let the room stay in a peaceful quietness. With Klaus. Never.

“What if we had tails?” Randomly questions Klaus, the feel of his hard chin digging into your rips as he tries to look up at you for an answer.

Tilting your head down ever so slightly to meet his emerald gaze you smirk, “What if you shut the fuck up?”

Abruptly lifting himself off of you, you’re left slightly colder as his face feigns offense, “Rude.” He tisks in disapproval, “Y/N you kiss me with that mouth.” He giggles, moving to hover over you, both of his muscular arms to either side of your face.

Looking up into his green irises you can’t help the love struck smile that tugs at the corners of your lips, “You’re one to talk considering yesterday I was making you say a whole lot worse while we were...”

Suddenly his lips are on yours and the slight chill you might have once had is gone in an instant. He’s warm and welcoming as always, letting this moment take its sweet time as he slowly lowers himself flush against you.

Feeling the full weight of Klaus is a solid blessing, he’s warm and enough to cover your smaller frame which is always nice. Soon he’s caressing your hair as his legs fall on the mattress in between your thighs while he continues to move gently against your lips.

All to soon Klaus pulls away, resting his elbows against the bed as he stares deeply into your beaming gaze and almost swollen lips from the swiftly pleasant previous events. His hair is a usual mess, dark brown locks throwing themselves every which way. His unkempt mane is slightly longer then normal but you’re not complaining, gives you something to tug when you’re getting rawed into the mattress.

Without a second to spare he leans down to press a sweet kiss upon your lips before pulling away just as quickly, a mischievous glimmer to his eye that sends an electric bolt of excitement into your body.

Letting your finger tips lightly drag down the side of his handsome features, he closes his eyes as you smile, “I know that look. What do you have in mind we do next?”

Opening his eyes once more, he kisses your cheek, “Oh I have something very intriguing swirling through this wonderland.” He quips, ever so slightly pressing into you as he pecks the corner of your lips.

“Klaus.” You halfheartedly warn, “You’re treading on some very dangerous territory my love, are you even prepared?” You purr, sending shivers down his naked spine as you drag your nails gently down his back, causing the man to close his eyes in pleasure. “You are weak to my power.”

Leaning his head against yours, Klaus tugs at a small lock of your hair, “Y/N. You have no fucking idea.” He mutters lowly, oh you got him now.

“You are nothing but a simple weary traveler who’ve lost their way in the storm.” You whisper, “Wandering, lonely, desperate...”

“Y/N.” He warns, though there is no real threat that could make you fall back in fear, Klaus loves when you act like this. God you’ve got him by a string.

“A man alone is no way to live in this world. It’s a fortunate thing I have found you then, and taken you into my castle.” Your words are soft and sensual as your body begins to press up into his growing member, “Now look at us, how far things have gone from when I found you alone in the woods. Now you’re tiny and desperately in need of being touched.”

“Oh lord.” Mumbles Klaus as you tug at his tiny neon boxers, your lips dancing across his cheeks the whole time.

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Panting from Klaus’ persistent love making capabilities that’s left you sweaty and slightly sore in more areas then your thighs. You take a deep satisfied breath, body nude and hot as you lay against the beds soft blankets, listening to the pitter patter of rain against the window.

Klaus is a sight to behold, with his hair a wild jungle and his body absolutely glistening in the neon lights of your room. He lays on his back next to you, eyes closed as his face reveals a big dumb smile blessing his handsome features for you and only you to enjoy.

His naked chest rises and falls in repetitive slow waves as he keeps a single hand protectively against your wrist that’s closest to him. You can tell he’s spent, giving all of himself to you in many positions and various places throughout the room is no easy feat. But you’re worth everything to him.

You blink up at the ceiling, immensely enjoying the feeling of being naked and completely vulnerable to the world in this very moment. Though the prying eyes of the universe isn’t a huge problem right now, you’re just grateful to have someone like Klaus who absolutely worships you.

He’s never made you feel like shit, never judged you, let you down when you needed him most, or mocked you for anything. He’s always made sure to keep you close and to never let his addictions get in the way of your love and deep friendship. Sure he’s struggled, but you’ve always been there to reach out a hand when he stumbles.

And for that he owes you everything, possibly even his life. Though he’d never want to fully admit that, he’s still a bit stubborn in those areas. But without a doubt he has always shown you how much you mean to him, and that means more to you then anything in the whole wide world.

Gently tapping your wrist, Klaus stirs from beside you, “Y/N.” He whispers, causing you to turn your attention over to him.

“Yes?” You whisper back, eyes trailing from his lips over to his emerald eyes.

He breaks out into a cute little smile when your gaze meet, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” You confirm, shifting yourself on the bed so that you’re now laying on your stomach facing Klaus, “I have a fantastic idea and it involves you going to get us something to eat.”

“Blah.” Complains Klaus with a pout, “Can’t we just order gummy worms? Oh, some of that Thai from Fifth Avenue?”

Shaking your head you chuckle, “I’m afraid not, they don’t serve gelatin sour candy or have delivery.”

“Tragic.”

“Well....we could go on a heist to the 7 eleven, you wanna join me?” You ask while gently twirling his hair with your fingers as he thinks of an excuse or hopefully a more positive answer.

“Ugh but the rain.” Whines your man as he throws his arm up to point dramatically at the window before it falls back onto the bed with a thwump sound. “Why do humans need to eat?”

Leaning your head down, you gently kiss his lips for a few moments to silence his dull excuses before pulling away once more, “Why do humans need to fuck?” You whisper to him in the darkly lit room as rain continues to softly patters against the glass.

Raising a brow, you watch as his lips shift into a grin, “Fair point my dear. Fair point.” He mumbles while reaching a hand up to press your lips against his once more. He tastes so sweet and delicious, but alas your stomach growls in defiance as it complains of your hunger.

Tugging on his hair, you lift your head up to give him a half annoyed look, “Stop kissing me. We need to eat something and the fridge is empty.”

Smiling cheekily he softly caresses your skin, “Why can’t I just eat you instead? I know how absolutely scrumptious you are.” Sweet talks Klaus in that compellingly sly voice of his that absolutely drives you wild.

Biting your bottom lip, you contemplate taking him up on that implied offer just as another pang of hunger curls in your body. “I’m thinking cheap frozen pizza. How about you hot-stuff? And anyways, what else you got going on?”

“Showing my girlfriend how much I love her on this fine day?”

“I like it, but wrong answer.” You reply with a smirk, “Now come on, let’s get some food so we can come back here and be lazy again.”

Klaus rolls his eyes, “Grrr fine. But only because I love you.”

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