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Take Me Away Like A Dandelion Seed
*Hands over Mountain/Cumulus fluff*
Mountain just wants to hang out with one of his girls and appreciate her! (He makes her a cute little gift 🥰)
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"Psst."
Cumulus turned in surprise, not having realized there was a ghoul at her door. The dim light from her desk caused a small glow on the lenses of the ghoul's helmet, contrasting their dark outfit. Based on the figure and scent, she quickly realized who it was.
"Mountain? You can come in."
He approached her where she sat at her vanity, jewelry box open and accessories neatly scattered across the desk. Cumulus watched him curiously as he reached out for a particular earring, holding it up to one of her lamps.
"This is cute, where'd you get it?" The amusement was clear in his voice and Cumulus giggled when she realized which set he was referring to.
"Hmm, pretty sure one of my best friends made me those, actually." Her smile was wide as her voice feigned ignorance, going along with Mountain's little play.
"Wow, sounds like a magnificent lad." Mountain smirked down at her as his thumb and index caressed her chin.
"Meh, he's alright I guess." Cumulus' shoulders lightly shook as she tried to hide her laughter. Mountain scoffed in return as he carefully laid the earrings next to its companion.
His hands moved to his pocket where he retrieved a small plastic bag, holding it up with two fingers in front of the ghoulette. "Well, now he's thinking twice about giving you these." Although hidden from Cumulus, his face sported a blush and a pride filled look.
Cumulus gasped enthusiastically as she realized what was in the small bag. It held a pair of earrings, wire containing dangling shiny rocks. She took the baggie from his grasp, opened it and carefully extracted both pieces of jewelry.
Mountain chuckled as he leaned against the desk, lightly sitting on it as he watched her. She inspected the earrings, running her fingers along the intricate pattern of the wire. Both rocks were a mixture of blue and white but one was roughly in the shape of a heart while the other resembled a crescent moon.
"Mountain, these are gorgeous! Are they really for me?" Cumulus looked up at the tall ghoul, her eyes shimmering with a child-like awe. Mountain leaned forward, placing both hands on either side of her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks.
"Of course they are. From the moment I found this one," he gestured with his chin to her hand holding the heart shaped rock against her chest, "I intended to make these for you."
Cumulus couldn't help the way her eyes teared up at that. Mountain laughed at the cute and greatful expression on her face. He hunched over to place a soft kiss on forehead, careful that his helmet didn't knock roughly into her horns. "Wanna try them on? I cleaned them not too long ago so they're ready to wear."
Cumulus nodded eagerly, holding the earrings for Mountain to take and tilted her head so her ear was exposed to him. He took them both as he pushed her hair to the side and slide the earring in place, repeating the same on the other side.
Gently shaking her head, Cumulus tried to get the feel of the jewelry; they were comfortably heavy and cool against her skin. She faced her vanity, turning her head to take in the jewelry framing her face. They matched her natural look very well, the white specks on the rocks mirroring her freckles.
Mountain leaned to the side, his head tilted above her as he observed her reflection. "You look as stunning as ever, 'Lus." His voice was soft, but filled the otherwise silent room. She stared at herself for a few more seconds before meeting Mountain's eyes past his lenses through his reflection in the mirror.
Her face was relaxed and joyful as she spoke, "Thank you, Mounty. I really, really love them." She turned in her seat to really look at him and grabbed a hold of his hand to kiss his palm.
"I'm glad, my love. I uh, I also came to ask if you wanted to go on a walk under the stars with me?" Mountain looked at Cumulus with a hopeful expression that morphed into amusement due to the way her earrings swung as she nodded.
"Yeah! I can definitely go for a walk with you - just let me get dressed!" Cumulus scrambled up from her seat and gave Mountain a quick hug before rushing around her room. As she slipped on warm clothes and shoes, he walked over to her helmet and readied it for her.
"There we go! All set." Meeting at the doorway, he helped her slide the helmet over her head, careful to not pull her curls or the earrings. Slipping her small hand into his, the two quietly made their way out the building hand in hand.
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There was a peaceful hum coming from Cumulus as they walked. Mountain's fingers thrummed against her soft hand. It didn't take long to reach the nearest door to head outside. Mountain pushed the door open for Cumulus to exit before him, following closely behind. She grinned ecstatically as the cool air hit her skin and rushed ahead pulling a stumbling Mountain along with her.
"Race you to the gazebo?" Mountain's eyebrow upturned as he glanced down at her before looking over at the nearby structure.
"You get five seconds." Cumulus laughed and dashed off, counting down in her head. When she reached five, she sprinted, hopeful when the structure was only a few feet away. Of course, it wasn't quick enough to beat his fast long legs. Suddenly Mountain was at her side, sending her off track. They went tumbling down, Mountain making sure he'd cushion her fall.
The two burst out in laughter as they rolled, struggling to sit up from their position on the damp grass. Eventually catching their breaths, they sat and exchanged grins. Mountain carefully pulled his helmet off and shook off his hair, Cumulus following suit. He let himself fall back, long limbs sprawled across the grass.
Cumulus looked around and picked a dandelion from her other side and turned to Mountain with a teasing smirk, "it looks like you!"
He rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed her forearm, pulling himself up to lean in close to her ear. "You blow me away." Cumulus giggled and blew the dandelion seeds at his face, causing the earth ghoul to sputter when they tickled his face.
Cumulus bit her lip, deciding not to mention the few that stuck to his hair; it was a very cute look on him. His features soft and relaxed made Cumulus feel warm and a small wind swirl surrounding them picked up pieces of the earth as her heart soared.
Mountain broke the stare first as he bumped his forehead to hers, careful with their horns. He rubbed his nose against hers as a hand toyed with the moon shaped earring. His eyes roamed her face in the slightly awkward position which made Cumulus laugh when his eyes went cross-eyed.
"Such a beautiful sight tonight." Cumulus instantly flushed as she lightheartedly pushed him away and looked up towards the stars.
"You haven't even looked up yet since we got outside."
"I don't need to. I have all the beauty I need right in front of me." His hands settled on her thighs with slight comforting movements.
"Dammit Mounty, stop being so effortlessly amazing. Give the rest of us a chance," she joked, looking down at their helmets while a hand tugged on an earring.
"I only dare speak the truth, my sweet amaryllis." Cumulus let her head fall against Mountain's bicep and hugged his arm, a dramatic sigh escaping her.
"I love you, Mountain."
"And I love you, Cumulus. Endlessly." She preened at his words, soaking up the love and glanced up. She took in the sight of the stars glimmering behind Mountain, who's dark eyes never left her. What a sight to behold.
"Thank you, Mountain. You've made my night infinitely better." She placed a hand over his heart, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.
"We can stay until the sun comes up? If you'd like?" Cumulus gazed at him lovingly and grabbed a hold of his face to bring Mountain closer to her eye level.
"I'd love that, darling." A loose, goofy smile found its way onto his face as he cupped her chin. Their lips met as did earth and wind when the night breeze set dandelion seeds free.
#alfjskghsjfgdhd#i love them so much. so soft#they'd be so soft with each other 😭#nameless ghouls#mountain ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#ghost band#zephyinks
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petition for Barry Klemper and Elliot Springer (or undergrad Wilson and Taub, whatever) to be crossover boyfriends who steal each other's clothes sometimes
(images of RSL via this post 🫡)
#the soft bespectacled gender of it all#peter jacobson#robert sean leonard#rsl#chris taub#james wilson#barry klemper#elliot springer#Ignore the fact that Elliot stole Alex's leather jacket for his date with Joey 😭#the boys next door 1996#hit and runway 1999#they'd be SO comfy in each other's clothes. see my vision#they're both so pretty HELP ME
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Hello, I really liked your Dukedome au, and I imagine how reader would when Jhon told her about his boys and she was okay with it, but maybe, unconsciously, she doesn't want the guys to misunderstood her relationship whit Jhon, so she star treating them in a very distant/formal way(probably she doesn't even notice either, its not like she is upset or something)
Like, no more cute nicknames for them or cute giggles, she stop looking out for them as often and they notice.
I just like angst I'm sorry 😭
They would notice immediately because ever since your mind subconsciously accepted that no one here would chastise or correct you, you've basically turned the nickname into a part of their name, always said so gently. Or when you'd seek their company out yourself, simply happy to spend time with them.
But then you convince yourself that perhaps you are making them uncomfortable, that maybe you are getting between them and John especially, so you decide it'd be best to just stop. No more nicknames, no more purposely going to spend time with them, just a very calm and respectful camaraderie. It should be fine, shouldn't it? No doubt they'd even be happy, having more privacy without you encroaching on their space.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. First day, they notice that you aren't calling them with those dearly beloved nicknames in that sweet tone of yours, but they assume it might just be something distracting you. They are sure it'll get better.
Second day, they realize you haven't gone to any of them. Haven't had breakfast sitting with Johnny, haven't visited John in his office, haven't taken your walk with Kyle or checked the library to read with Simon. Going over the conversations each and everyone of them has had with you, trying to see if they’d hurt or upset you in any way only to come up empty-handed.
Third day is the last day. There’s genuine fear they might havr royally fucked up. But it doesn’t explain why you are still calm and gentle as ever, greeting them if you happen to run into them but no more cute nicknames or lingering to speak to them. It hurts more because they do hear you still use them for others, but not them.
Fourth day is the last straw. Kyle is there first thing in the morning, greeting you awake with a big bouquet from John and Simon and a tray of so much it’s surprising it even fit on the tray- made by Johnny and Kyle both.
“My lady,” he smiles at you, setting it down on the coffee table a little away. It takes effort not to frown when you just mumble a confused “Kyle?” With no nicknames like love or honey.
“My lady,” he repeats, voice soft and apologetic- almost desperate. “Whatever I’ve done- whatever we’ve done, we truly apologize for it.” He starts. And then asks for your forgiveness again, apologies falling out.
Meanwhile, you are just confused as fuck. And still in your nightgown. What is he- what are all of them even apologizing for, anyways?
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Would you be up for writing a fanfic with Lando or Max x reader where reader also races but due to the training and harsh training her team and trainer are putting her through develops an ED (common among competitive sports and I’ve got experience 😭) maybe Reader faints or her bf finds out? No problem if not 😘 love your writing!
Those inward struggles - Max Verstappen x Driver! Reader
Plot: After having to change you diet and do more work after struggling in Singapore you spend a year on strict training away from your boyfriends knowledge. What happens when a year on and people are noticing how much more exhausted your looking after each race.
Warnings: Eating Disorder, Reader Being Sick
Singapore and Qatar 2022 was extremely hard for you. Your body temperature in the car didn't regulate that well and you lost way more weight than any other driver.
You new that the 2023 season was going to be even harder with where the races were placed in the year.
Your physician wanted you to keep the weight off. The lower your body mass, the less you'd struggle with the heat. That was their thought process and that's what they deemed best for you as a woman. So of course, you trusted the team's decisions and you started to train more, and eating in a calorie deficit.
They'd come up with a plan for you to loose a safe amount in a safe amount of time, however it almost felt like a competition and you wanted to be as ready as possible.
At first it was hard, you craved sugar and grease the most but eventually once the majority was out of your system the vegetables and fruits started to taste like when you have a sip of that half stagnant water at 3am when your body decided to lower your thirst bar all the way down.
Max as a driver had also seen how much more you were with your personal trainer, and how it didn't just stop when you got home as you would often be in your home gym.
You'd serve yourself less and meals than him and he noticed these little things. Of course he did, he'd been obsessed with you since he was a 13 year old and both of you met in karting.
You started dating a year before he got into F1 quite literally being the definition of childhood romance. But this did mean that he knew you like the back of his hand.
"Baby, how about a sweet treat?" he asks holding up your fav type of cookie waving it in front of your face.
"I really shouldn't, I think the team wouldn't be happy if they found out I was eating more than i should!" you explain to him, continuing to wash the dishes from earlier that night.
"But... you didn't have much for dinner and you skipped lunch!" he asks remembering what you'd eaten throughout the day.
"Oh? So your keeping tabs on me now?" you ask looking him over with a soft yet teasing frown.
"Well, when your with me for a good portion of the day I notice" he grumbles making you turn your head to him at that tone, it wasn't one he used often.
"Huh?" you say leaving the dishes fully in the sink before placing a hand on your hip.
"Look, It's not just me noticing it but your not healthy right now!" Max offers and you turn back round to do the washing up.
Your trainer said you might feel a little tired and icky while you were on such a strict diet but once you'd got to your goal weight you'd feel better.
"Please just eat the cookie!" he smiles and you roll your eyes. You take the cookie and finish it off under his watchful eye. It tasted so good, but you almost gagged at how heavy the chocolate felt at the back of your throat and how you could feel the chunkiness of the chewed batter.
There wasn't that fresh aftertaste you been getting recently from the various fruits and veges you'd been relying on to get you eating something.
You gagged at something that used to be a delicacy too you, something that would excite you. However you finished it off to please Max. Once he was satisfied you had your filling he explained he was going out to a set with Lando, Daniel and Charles.
You'd already said you wanted to stay home today.
The minute he was out the door you were in the bathroom getting the sugary sweet treat out of your body, feeling disgusting from having had it.
The guilt was eating away at you the minute you had it, you knew just how unhappy the trainer would be. You spent the rest of the evening in the gym, weighing yourself before and after the session.
To your dismay there was no improvement and you sat in the gym crying over you predicament.
It was time for the 2023 Qatar Grand Prix, you were already struggling just walking round the paddock in the areas that didn't have aircon. When you'd done your track walk, you could feel the damp sweat on areas of your body you didn't know was possible.
However, you pushed and pushed yourself through the whole weekend, you drunk lots of water and made sure to keep up with the exercising and kept eating to a minimum.
When you'd got in the car for the first practice your hard work seemed to pay of, coming P4. Again in qualifying you'd had a fastest lap in Q2 and split the Mercedes up Q3 coming P3 behind Max and George. Both of these weren't too bad, it was in short bursts that didn't make you too hot.
However as the weekend moved forward, it was obvious to your team, to Max and to the media that you were becoming more and more exhausted. A lot of people noted that your tailored race suit was starting to bag in places it shouldn't and that you had sunken areas on your face, making you look all the more exhausted.
The Sprint shootout was awful, you placing 9th fastest overall, which compared to your earlier racing was no good for you or your team.
You only managed to move up one place to P8 in the Sprint, meaning you were in the points but you were taken to the medical tent after reporting feeling dizzy and your sight spotting.
Max had headed over to the Aston Martin garage asking for you, all the mechanics just saying you were still with medical. He rushed over, quicker than his car on a flying lap as no-body actually knew what was wrong with you.
"Y/N?" you'd heard as he'd come storming in looking around for you.
"I'm in here!" you said and he came over taking your hand in his.
"What's going on, what's wrong?" he asks looking over you.
"Nothing, just had a bit of a migraine. Apparently not enough water!" you lie, knowing the doctors were still doing tests but they said you were free to leave.
You'd left, he'd comforted you at the hotel making sure you had everything you could possibly need before you both slept away the tire of the day.
Sunday of course was a shit show. Medical still hadn't fully worked out what was wrong with you and they were debating pulling you from the race. You'd refused saying you were fine to race.
You were 20 laps in when your vision started to blur until ringing in your head occurred.
You tried to keep up with the fluids from your drinks tube but they were just heating up along with everything else in the car.
"Y/N are you okay. Medical have just deemed you should be racing. We want to retire you" your engineer comes through at lap 50.
"7 more laps, I'll be fine" you groan. You'd managed to stick to P4 for the majority of the race. But now that vision in your left eye was pretty poor you were taking turns a little more hesitantly meaning you were down in P6.
You defended from Ocon like your life depended on it, and finally pulled up to the area where the cars sit when the race it over. You sit in the car, in silence trying to get your vision back and stop shaking.
You body ran cold, you were shivering now and could feel the cold sweat in your suit, you wanted to reach up and take your helmet off more than anything but your arms didn't obey.
So you just sat there, until some Aston Martin mechanics came through with water. They helped you out and up handing you a bottle of water. But with the ringing not having stopped your vision completely went as you fell back onto the hard ground of the track.
Max once he'd found out his team and your team and pretty much everyone had kept you fainting from him a secret he had yelled, a lot, at anyone and everyone he could.
Even Lando and Oscar in the cool down room had to be at the receiving end of his wrath.
After his podium that he had tried to make as quick as possible he was right with you. Yelling at everyone while making sure you were getting the correct medical attention.
When he found out the reason behind you fainting and the fact that you drove the last few laps half sighted he was back to MAD MAX, and oh boy it wasn't a pretty sight.
He couldn't believe your team who were supposed to make sure you were in the best health had actually been hindering you and not helping you.
To say the he and Rupert his own personal trainer would be taking over from now on and he'd be hiring a private nutritionist to get you back on track to your starting F1 weight in 2022.
He loved you and would do anything for you.
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In addition to Yor's epiphany scene, this scene was the other one I was most looking forward to in season 2 - a scene that, in my opinion, is one of the most Twiyor-ish scenes in the series so far 💖
Why is it so significant? Because there was no reason for Twilight to put on any Loid Forger acting in that moment. He wasn't conversing with nor being scrutinized by anyone. So why would he give that soft smile followed by such affectionate, comforting words as "お疲れ様/otsukaresama"? (this can be translated in many ways, but generally it's something you say to thank someone for their hard work).
The answer is because it's something he truly felt...he understood the sacrifice Yor made for Anya's happiness and genuinely appreciated it (if only he knew the sacrifice she made on the larger scale, lol). While he's a bit perturbed at first since some onlookers were snickering at him, it didn't take long for him to soften and then graciously carry his queen and princess the girls back to the ship 😭
But Twilight overall was really soft in this episode and I loved it~ From his blush upon seeing Yor to the several times he gave that same soft smile when talking with/looking at her...I think Anya was right when she called him out on the ship about missing his wife 😅
I liked how the anime conveyed his shock when noticing her bruised face...what must have been his thought at that moment? 👀
The scenes of the family activities translated better in animated form in my opinion. While they were each only a single panel in the manga, they lasted a few seconds each in the anime, plus the addition of the insert song helped the with the comfy, wholesome vibe~ Also the part where Yor inadvertently chucks Anya across the ocean is still hilarious.
Loid's dorky skip at the beginning of the episode translated very well in animated form too 😅
The ending of this chapter in the manga always felt a bit rushed to me...it quickly jumps from the aforementioned scene of them returning to the ship, to suddenly being home, reuniting with Bond and Franky, having a meal together, then Twilight meeting Sylvia, all within a few panels. Even though I wish the anime added more than just some additional scenes of the ship leaving the island, I felt it flowed much better in the anime since, just like the family activities, each scene in the ending lasted a second or two instead of being a single illustration.
But I love how this chapter/episode ends, with Yor, Anya, and Bond napping while Anya draws about her family vacation. This seems to take place the next day or maybe later the same day they got home, so makes sense they'd still be tired from the trip!
By the way, the manga has this additional scene showing that Olka and company are safe. Weird that the anime didn't stick it in at some point.
Also, the anime team didn't have to go so hard with this episode's key visual but they did...and I love it 😍 Might actually be my favorite of the key visuals so far!
I was very happy to see the "surrounded by liars" panel finally animated! This is such a funny scene and a great way to fully wrap up the cruise arc.
I also burst out laughing at Yuri's locker 🤣
Damian is surprisingly laid back in this episode. I think the reason is because Anya's antics aren't directly involving him. He tends to go total tsundere only when she's actually talking to him, lol.
The new scene of Yor getting the keychains for her coworkers was a nice addition! Guess it's canon that Yor and Anya didn't sleep for the entire trip back, lol. Glad they got to spend family time on the ship too! (though I wish we could have seen Yor's reaction waking up in Loid's bottom bunk bed, haha. He must have brought her to his room since he wouldn't know where her room is. Unless she woke up before he even put her in a bed, in which case she would have been super embarrassed knowing he was carrying her around in public 😆)
Looks like next week the anime will be changing the order of things a bit and giving us the Becky home-wrecking and Fiona chapters (the latter of which seems to have some anime original content?) The Becky chapter is one of my favorite stand-alone chapters...I'm already dying of laugher thinking about it 😂
#spy family#spy x family#sxf#spyxfamily#loid forger#yor forger#anya forger#twiyor#sxf anime#becky blackbell#yuri briar
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PAC : What turns them on about you 18+
If you're underage babe go study 😭 I promise there are better things to do 🫶
Choose with your intuition, take what resonates and leave the rest you can choose multiple
Pile 1:
Hey loves hope you're doing well , so getting into this I feel your tongue does magick the way you just like biting your lips arouses them they like it when you lick lollipops or ice creams they start wondering about things in their mind . They love how curvy you are but not overly they like the soft curves that you have . I also see that you might have curly hair , they like it untangled and wild there's so much energy of appreciation for the natural you by them . They like the way you walk i believe they also like the food you make I think they might have Taurus energy , could have some kind of fantasy along with food. This pile could be couples where they just watch Netflix and chill and then next moment they're onto something I feel so much the energy of ✨ comfort ✨ in this pile it's so lovely . I feel they love you so much but when it comes to the deed they do it even better . The fantasies in your mind will come short they already want you so much.
Songs : Burning desire by lana del rey, wildside by normani , hills by the Weeknd.
Pile 2 :
Hey loves hope you're doing well . Your perfume good lord the way you smell 👌, the way the aroma spreads over after you come to the room after bathing, do you use coconut, vanilla products they really like it. They like to see your a** and the way it bounces , they'd like to sleep on it 💀 might also be a fan of thighs the like it when you wear less because oftentimes you're so covered up to see the structure of your authentic body turns them on . They also are very sensitive to your touch , if you're touchy ma'am it's working they get goosebumps when you're near ✨ . Also a big fan of getting to see you getting dressed and putting on makeup , do you have blond or just light coloured hair in comparison to your ethnicity they love it . They love your voice I think it could match to anime girls , you ignite the masculine energy in them so well . You let them take charge and take decisions and that really makes them turned on . They take charge of everything and you keep glowing and flowing in creativity . They love your poems btw .
Songs : Heaven by Julia Michaels, stargirl interlude by lana del rey.
Pile 3 :
Hey loves hope you're doing well Sapio fr , they like your intelligence and the way you challenge them , im getting office siren vibes oml , it's giving me dangerous women by Ariana Grande you're not someone easy and hard to get they like it they like the chase the way you make them wait gets them so turned on they just want to get it started lord . They also get turned on by your b**bs and they could have k**ks related to that . I feel like you might be in a long distance or just don't get to see each other often and when you guys meet the energy itself is so arousing and happy it gets them on and they like to pleasure you . They are excited by the wish to adore you . They also like how cute you are the softness also turns them on , they wanna spoil you and see how you can be once you are touched by them.✨
Songs : Dangerous women by Ariana Grande, I see red bag everybody loves an outlaw.
That's all hope you guys enjoyed the reading , feedbacks are appreciated
Have a great day/night ahead
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JADEEE I'M THE ONE WHO REQUESTED SPENCER X BADASS READER (the one where they read a book together). I LOVE IT😭😭 may I share some request again? maybe it is a day off and one of the bau member saw reader and spencer spend their day off together like a couple?? maybe they bump into them at the alley of supermarket because reader and spencer is going to cook dinner together???
thank you for requesting gorgeous!! ♡ fem!reader
Derek supposes he shouldn't be shocked. He knows you and Spencer are making a go of going steady, knows you see each other outside of work, even knows you're sleeping at one another's places between cases (Here, you forgot your badge last night, Spence).
It's hard to align his view of you with what he's seeing, is all. You're not spiteful, only stoic. Never cruel, but stern. And there you are on your knees by the cantaloupes tying Spencer's shoelace, mumbling something too quiet to hear.
"Do you like honeydew?" Spencer asks, thumbing along your forehead gently.
Derek's proud of him through the boggled haze. He always knew Spencer was a kind, loving man, and seeing him display that through small gestures has a brotherly pride swelling in his chest.
You tap Spencer's ankle and climb to your feet. You keep some of your usual attitude even with Spencer, refusing his helping hand. "I like it if you like it."
"That's not an answer." Spencer points to the dropping shelf of watermelon, their green stripes like shining emeralds, freshly misted. "We need one of these."
"We don't need one. You just liked when I cut them up for us."
"Yeah, I did. In Egypt they serve sliced watermelon with feta cheese."
"Yeah?" you ask, reaching for a melon. You turn it around to examine the bottom, looking for a yellowed spot where the watermelon would've laid in the field. "That's a choice. Doesn't sound as nice as our chocolate fondue."
"The first ever record of watermelons were in Egypt, so they'd know best."
You smile at him with lips pressed together, your eyes soft with fondness. All the women in Derek's life are beauties, but he thinks love has made you prettier still. He isn't surprised when Spencer reaches out and strokes the back of your hand.
"Hey, lovebirds," Derek croons.
Your shoulders don't stiffen, exactly, but you lose the relaxed droop you'd acquired as you and Spencer both turn to face him.
"Hey," Spencer says, "what are you doing here? I thought this place was too 'hokey-pokey' for you?"
"Hey, their coupons never work. What are you guys up to? Plans tonight?"
You withhold the typical None of your business, confessing, "Spencer and I are making breakfast for dinner."
You have your secrets, but you don't hide Reid. It's why Derek doesn't mind the occasional snap or frosty smile; your coldness is a shield rather than a weapon.
"And you guys eat watermelon and…" He peers into your shopping cart, miscellaneous items scattered throughout. "Massage oil?"
You glare at him. "Don't get any ideas. It's for his knee."
Derek smirks. "Breakfast of champions."
"We only just got here," Spencer explains your empty kart.
"Yeah, well if what I just saw is the norm, we can expect you'll both be home sometime tomorrow morning. He'll talk your ear off if you let him, you know?" Derek asks you.
Your glare softens. Derek might even say you're smiling at him. "I'd let him," you say.
"He's a lucky guy," Derek says. He gives Spencer a clap on the shoulder. "I'll see you kids Monday."
"See you, Morgan," Spencer says.
Derek walks away, basket in hand and determined to grab a carton of eggs and get out of here, but he slows when he hears Spencer talking again.
"Why do you act like you don't like him?"
You're too quiet for the untrained ear. Thankfully, Derek's highly trained. "I don't. Derek knows I like him. I just didn't want there to be any confusion."
"Confusion about what?"
"About who I want." You say it simply. Derek can imagine the steam funnelling out of poor Spencer's ears. "You can be easily deterred, Spence. I wanted you to know I liked you."
"I know now. You and Morgan would get along really well if you let him talk to you, you both care about–"
"You?" you ask. "Let's go look for that weird miniature toast you wanted, or we really will be here all night."
"It's not miniature toast, it's melba toast, and it's actually a kind of rusk–" His babbling fades out of range. Derek snorts and grabs a small carton of eggs. He knew you liked him.
Not as much as you like Spencer, that's for sure.
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aonung x shy and tiny reader
pls i live for protective aonung 😭😭🙏 they'd be childhood friends and grew up decided that they will be mates eventually
My Mate
characters: ao’nung x na’vi reader
ratings: sfw , fluff
He always had at least one hand on you, or an arm wrapped around your waist. Ao’nung never let you leave his sight. Not much changed between you two since you were younger, he was always looking over you protectively. A running joke between your parents and his was that he was your personal warrior. Ready to spill blood for you when the time comes.
“Ma Ao’nung, come help me add a bead to my songcord. Let’s get matching ones for the Tulkun’s and their return!” You said happily, not noticing that you were interrupting his time with his friends. He didn’t seem to care, a smile creeping on his face while he got up. Ao’nung saw the two seashells in your palm, a soft grey color with a pearly coating.
As usual, he placed a hand on your lower back, turning you around gently as he spoke to his friends. “I’ll be back later. We can go hunting.” They rolled their eyes playfully, making it clear that this was an almost everyday occurrence. You flashed them an apologetic smile, they didn’t hold it against you anyways.
You excitedly explained to your mate about where you found the shells, a bit deeper in the sand, so it took you a while to find one that was similar. “Come! Let’s add them now.” You said happily, practically skipping to your shared Marui with him.
Ao’nung had a big smirk on his face, sitting down first with his legs spread apart. You grabbed your carved box with weaving materials and other beads before sitting between Ao’nungs legs with your back against his chest. You both unwrapped your songcord from your wrists, finding where the latest bead was placed and unknotting the end. He moved his arms to wrap around you, and he placed his head on your shoulder so he could see what he was doing. You loved any kind of physical contact with him, feeling his heart beat, the way his breath tickles your neck just barely.
You wrapped the twine and string around the silvery shell, securing it with a knot at the end. Your attention shifted to how Ao’nungs fingers worked so intricately, tying a knot at the end of his own songcord. He brushed a few stray strands of your hair from your face as you turned around a faced him at an angle. You held your wrist out, wanting him to tie it back for you.
“You always do it just right. Not too tight, not too loose.” In all honesty it’s because you also couldn’t tie it with one hand.
He laughed, already knowing the real reason. His hands were warm against your cooler skin, and his eyes shot ip to look at you while he tied a small bow for your songcord.
“You’re cold. Cmere.” He said, tapping away at your wrist to let you know you can put it down. He wrapped his arms around you, squishing you against him.
Rolling your eyes, you fought for him to let you go. “Cant, breathe!” You said, but he refused to budge.
“You’ll be okay.” Ao’nung said, looking down at you. His eyes stared at all of your feature for a brief moment, taking everything in.
“You’d make a perfect Tsahik.” He said, as if he was lost in thought still staring at you.
Your mouth was agape, a flustered expression covering your face as you looked at the future chief. He ran his fingers through the parts of your hair that weren’t braided, his other hand resting on your hand and caressing your palm softly.
“We should officially mate, before Eywa. I want you to be my Tsahik.” Ao’nung suggested, but the tone in his voice suggested that it was more of a demand.
You stiffened but slowly relaxed, knowing he would be with you each step of the way, even if it was a big responsibility and a important thing he was asking of you. You nodded, and a smile grew on his teal face.
“I must go ask your father permission to court you, come. We don’t have all day.” He said, giddy over the fact everything would be official between you two as soon as you mate.
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if satoru and reader would have a baby in the future... i cannot imagine the process of them making one 😭 i feel like they'd just sit on their bed, looking at each other awkwardly
"so... what now?"
they are in love you know—
“mmm, no,” you whisper, curling into satoru’s side. your head is a bit light, and your eyes feel… soft, too far gone to come back.
“i’ll be right back,” satoru says, but he makes no effort to unclasp your fingertips from him, or plot an escape.
no, rather, satoru likes it right here. right next to you, with your skin hot enough to keep both of you warm. even without the blankets.
he likes you slightly panting, hair sticking to your head, limbs lithe and immovable.
he loves you so much, it’s almost unbearable. it’s almost painful—too feel this close to another person, to be right with them.
“sleeping.”
“you need some water. and i’m all sticky.”
“who’s fault is that?” you mumble, digging your nose into his arm. it’s not very comfortable, too hard, too muscly.
still, you don’t move away. only burrow yourself even further into him—the muscles make it better, you think, amiss the other love-drunk thoughts.
“not mine.”
“yours.”
“i’ll just be gone a second,” he whispers, rubbing a hand down your side, trailing it back up the slope of your body. his fingers are so smooth, scarily soft for a sorcerer. ���you won’t even notice.”
“i’m cold.”
“you’re definitely not cold.”
“you’re supposed to take care of me,” you whine, pushing his hand off.
satoru laughs. “i’m trying. just let me.”
“go to sleep, satoru,” you reach a blind hand up to his head, pushing. “lay down.”
“do you need a snack too? i think we’ve got some cut up fruit. or some crackers? how are you feeling?”
“why are you so annoying?”
“you’re the one who’s always going on and on about aftercare and being considerate and—“
“well, after i don’t care,” you attempt to bite his forearm when he pulls away. “cuddle me.”
“i will. you need to get up and use the bathroom too.”
you feign a snore, rolling over to bury your face in the pillow.
it smells like satoru—sweet and unnerving, somehow—and sweat. you wince and flip over.
when you open one eye. satoru is already staring down at you, rolling his shoulders and messing with his hair.
his smile is sickly. his eyes somehow dimmer, but gleaming right at you.
like you’ve lowered his volume, calmed his soul for just this moment. you’ve tamed the beast.
the thought almost makes you laugh aloud.
“please don’t look at me,” you tell him, closing that very same eye. “it makes me nauseous. especially with your freaky eyes.”
“you’re so beautiful.”
you can feel yourself heating up again, unwilling to be coerced into his schemes. you’ve tamed him—not the other way around. satoru has no saying power here.
you shake your head. “i said, don’t look.”
“can’t help it,” satoru whispers, and he’s leaning over you now, one knee as his support while he hovers over you.
satoru kisses your lips, quick and smooth, soft and completely perfect. you want to sigh into him. you want to breathe every breath with his oxygen, want to fall completely into him until you reach rock bottom.
“seriously,” satoru’s voice is too warm, too comforting. “how are you feeling?”
“tired. sore…” you pause, leaning up to kiss him again. luckily, satoru relents, though you can hear the furrow of his brows. “happy.”
your eyelashes flutter and you can feel his grin. he kisses up the side of your head, humming.
“i’ll bring you some pain tablets. i’ll be right back, okay? and then i’ll walk you to the bathroom.”
“such a gentleman.”
“the gojo clan raised me right,” he goads, and you laugh into the bare skin of his shoulder.
“i raised you right,” you correct, hugging him just like this. you might feel like any sudden movement couls collapse your bodies entire foundation, but satoru has always made you push past your own limits.
you would mold your skin to his if you weren’t so tired. you just might do it anyway.
“you have,” he murmurs, just as love-drunk as you. you can hear it in his voice. “you’re a good teacher.”
“i know.”
“good mom, too.”
you lean back, giving him a soft smile. “yeah?”
“the best,” he kisses the edge of your nose. “you’re going to make the most beautiful baby.”
you try to hide your face in his neck, feeling too close, too hot when he’s right there. but satoru doesn’t let your eyes escape his. “so are you.”
“well, obviously.”
you laugh, and satoru’s teeth almost clash with yours—that’s how hard he’s smiling.
“one second, okay?”
“okay.”
“you’ll wait for me?”
“i’ll wait.”
“don’t fall asleep,” satoru tells you, somewhat of a command. but the three words sound a lot more fond, a lot more intimate to you—
i love you, he says, like he hasn’t already it a dozen times tonight. like it’s more than the hundreds of sweet nothings he already wrote on your skin.
and you wait for him to come back, sore, and tired, and so unbelievably happy.
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EKRKRK I LOVE YOUR WRITTING I was wondering if I could request an easily fatigued reader with smoker, mihawk and Shanks? Like they come got soaking wet and shivering from having to walk home in a storm and readers REALLY shy so they're like "no its fine I'm fine!" But then kinda get teary because they don't want to be a bother (sorry if that sounds weird but it's just something I would probably do😭) and just how they'd react? TYSM LOVE YOU‼️‼️
I tried to expand on three different reader personalities in each oneshot. So their reaction to each situation differs. Let me know what you think of it, anon!👋
And Shanks! Oh I went a different way with Shank's story🫡 but it was too good to change...
Smoker, Mihawk and Shanks with an easily fatigued/frail reader
who hates being a burden
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. Sfw
. Mentions of kidnapping on Shank's part.
. Spoiler free
. Reader is g/n (female in Shanks's part)
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Smoker
The storm outside was unrelenting, a cacophony of rain and wind battering against the tall office windows. Inside, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Smoker sat at his desk, the air thick with the faint smell of his cigars.
Tick… tock…
His eyes drifted again to the clock on the wall, the hands creeping forward with a maddening slowness. It was 10:15, and you were late. Not just by a little. The patrol shift had ended at 9:30.
For any other soldier, it would have been a reprimand, a quick note in their file. But for some reason, the idea of something happening to you had twisted his gut into knots he’d rather not admit to anyone—especially himself.
He exhaled a stream of smoke, the ember on his cigar flaring briefly.
“Something’s not right,” he muttered, more to himself than to the empty room.
The storm wasn’t normal—not tonight. He’d seen sailors, seasoned and unshakable, hesitate at the thought of venturing into it. And yet, you were out there, alone.
Tick… tock…
The clock seemed to mock him, its endless rhythm a reminder of his helpless waiting. Finally, with a grunt of frustration, he stood, grabbing his coat. Enough was enough. He wasn’t going to sit here while the storm kept raging and the worst possibilities gnawed at his mind.
Just as he reached the door, it slammed open with a gust of wind and rain.
“Commander Smoker!” Your voice cut through the storm’s roar, sharp with urgency. You stepped in, water pooling at your feet as you stood at attention. “Apologies for the delay, sir! I—”
“Where the hell have you been?” His voice was sharp, though the edge softened almost immediately. His eyes swept over you, taking in the sodden uniform plastered to your skin, the way your hair stuck to your face, and the faint tremble in your shoulders. The reprimand he’d been planning caught in his throat. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”
“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, standing stiffly despite the rain dripping down your face. “The patrol was delayed because of the weather, and I lost track of time. I apologize for being late, sir. If I may, I’ll begin my report—”
“Forget the damn report!” His sudden outburst made you blink, startled. He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re soaked to the bone, and all you care about is procedure?”
“I didn’t mean to worry you, sir,” you said, voice small but resolute. “It’s my responsibility to—”
“Enough.” His tone left no room for argument. Before you could react, he shrugged off his jacket and stepped forward, draping it over your shoulders. The fabric was warm, heavy with the faint scent of smoke and leather.
“Commander, I don’t—”
“Stop arguing,” he said firmly, towering over you. “You’re freezing, and I’m not about to have one of my soldiers collapse because they’re too stubborn to take care of themselves.”
You looked up at him, wide-eyed and caught off guard by the unexpected gentleness in his voice. For a moment, you forgot how to speak, the weight of his concern settling heavily on your chest.
“I—thank you,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
He sighed, his hand coming up to rest briefly on your shoulder, warm and steady. “You need to stop trying to do everything on your own. I’m your commander. You can rely on me.”
Your eyes dropped to the floor, your hands clutching the edges of the jacket tightly. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
“Idiot,” he muttered, though there was no heat in the word. His hand lingered a moment longer before he stepped back, giving you room to breathe. “You’re not a burden. Stop thinking like that.”
The warmth in his voice made your chest tighten, but you forced yourself to stand a little straighter. “Yes, sir.”
He looked at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders easing as he seemed to confirm for himself that you were truly okay. Then he turned toward the door, grabbing his hat.
“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I’ll walk you home.”
Your breath caught, but you nodded quickly, following him into the storm. His presence beside you felt steady and grounding, his coat a shield against the chill.
If Smoker’s feelings lingered unspoken in the air between you, you didn’t notice. And if his hand hovered just a little closer to your back, ready to steady you against the wind, neither of you said a word.
Mihawk
The night was eerily quiet, the humandrills’ growls and the clang of steel against steel the only sounds cutting through the stillness. You moved as swiftly as your aching body allowed, haki crackling faintly in your strikes. Each movement grew heavier, your limbs protesting every swing. The creatures encircled you, their primal strength and cunning pushing you further to the edge.
Your breath came in ragged gasps, your vision blurring, but you couldn’t stop—not now, not after today. Not when you had something to prove.
Then, in a moment too fast to process, one of them lunged. Its weapon glinted under the moonlight, and your sluggish body betrayed you. You braced for the impact.
A flash of black steel tore through the air, and the humandrill was gone, its companions scattering in panic. Yoru, the unmistakable black blade, stood lodged in the ground before you, humming faintly with power.
Your heart skipped. And then, he stepped into view.
Mihawk’s golden eyes pinned you where you stood—or tried to. Your legs gave out, and the ground rushed to meet you, but his hand shot out, steady and strong. His grip was firm as he caught you, holding you upright like you weighed nothing.
“You’ve lost your mind.” His tone was cold, sharp, and laced with irritation. His gaze swept over you, taking in the bruises, the blood, the shaking in your limbs. “What exactly were you thinking?”
“I’m fine,” you muttered stubbornly, trying to stand straight.
He raised a brow, his voice dropping into a dangerous calm. “Fine? You’re about to collapse.”
“I just wanted to—”
“To what?” he cut in, his voice harder now. “Get yourself killed? Or is this another one of your attempts to outrun Zoro?”
The mention of your rival made you stiffen, your jaw clenching. “I don’t need anyone’s help,” you snapped, though the words lacked conviction.
“And yet here I am,” he replied coolly, his eyes narrowing.
The heat of your embarrassment flared, but before you could argue further, your body betrayed you again. You stumbled, and his grip tightened, keeping you from hitting the ground.
“Enough of this nonsense.” His voice held no room for argument, his usual measured calm tinged with something firmer.
Before you could protest, he shifted, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. The motion startled you, your words catching in your throat as you stared up at him.
“What are you—?”
“Carrying you back,” he interrupted bluntly, his tone making it clear he wasn’t entertaining any more arguments.
You could only blink, too exhausted to resist. His expression was unreadable, though his eyes softened slightly as they flickered over your face. “You push yourself too far,” he said quietly, almost to himself. “Strength without control is meaningless.”
You stayed silent, your pride too wounded to admit he was right.
As he carried you through the quiet forest, the weight of his presence felt grounding. You glanced at his face, searching for any sign of mockery, but found none. Just calm, focused intent.
When he reached the castle, Mihawk set you down carefully on a bench near the fire. His golden eyes met yours, steady and unyielding.
“You’ll never surpass anyone if you’re too broken to fight,” he said. His tone was flat, but there was something beneath it—a flicker of something softer. Concern, maybe.
You opened your mouth to reply, but he shook his head. “Rest. That’s an order.”
As he turned to leave, his words lingered, low and almost under his breath. “Don’t make me save you again.”
And then, like a shadow, he was gone.
Shanks
You had grown up surrounded by elegance, refinement, and rules. As the eldest daughter of the Alabasta royal family, your every move had been dictated by tradition. You were taught diplomacy, grace, and poise, but not how to wield a sword or navigate the rough-and-tumble life of a pirate crew. When your father announced your arranged marriage to the infamous Red-Haired Shanks, the Yonko, it had felt like a betrayal—a sacrifice made to secure an alliance between your kingdom and the pirate world.
And yet, you agreed. For your family. For your kingdom.
Weeks later, you found yourself aboard the Red Force, surrounded by rowdy, boisterous pirates whose laughter echoed into the sea. Shanks, your husband, was everything you hadn’t expected. Carefree, loud, and full of life, he was the polar opposite of the strict, composed men you had known.
He’d tease you gently, his easy grin always present, saying, “You’ve got to loosen up, princess. Life’s too short to keep your shoulders so stiff.”
But you couldn’t. The world he lived in was too foreign. You didn’t belong here. And worse, you felt like an outsider—a burden among warriors who risked their lives at every turn.
The breaking point came during a crew meeting. You’d overheard the others discussing their plans for the next mission: docking on a notoriously dangerous island to retrieve a devil fruit.
“She’ll slow us down,” one of the crew muttered, not unkindly but with a tone of concern.
“She’s not trained to fight,” another added.
“Beckman will stay with her,” Shanks said, his tone casual but decisive. “He’ll make sure she’s safe.”
The words hit you harder than you expected. You knew Shanks meant well, but to assign his right-hand man to babysit you on such a critical mission? It was a slap to your pride. You weren’t some helpless child. You were the wife of a Yonko.
That night, as the crew prepared for the next day, you made your decision.
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The dawn was still pale as you slipped away, knife concealed beneath your dress. The ship was quiet, the crew unaware as you stepped onto the dock and into the bustling village.
The plan was simple. You’d explore the island, avoid trouble, and return before anyone noticed. It wasn’t reckless—it was proof that you could handle yourself.
The market was lively, filled with colorful stalls and chattering villagers. For the first time in weeks, you felt a flicker of independence. But as you wandered deeper into the streets, the vibrant atmosphere gave way to shadowy alleys and silence.
That’s when they approached.
At first, it was just one man, smiling too broadly. Then another. And another. Their words were slick, their laughter dark. Your heart pounded as they surrounded you, their intentions crystal clear.
“Such a delicate thing,” one said, brushing a hand against your arm. “What’s a lady like you doing here alone?”
You tried to pull away, but their grip tightened. A cloth was forced over your mouth, muffling your cries.
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The air shifted.
It was subtle at first—a faint pressure that made the hairs on your neck stand on end. Then it hit like a tidal wave, an overwhelming presence that crushed the very air around you.
The men froze, their smug expressions dissolving into sheer terror.
At the mouth of the alley stood Shanks.
Gone was the carefree man who laughed too loudly and drank too much. His usual easy smile was replaced by a look so dark, so furious, it made your blood run cold. His eyes burned with unrelenting rage as they locked onto the man who dared touch you.
“You dare take my woman?” His voice was low, a growl that seemed to echo through the alley.
The thug didn’t have time to react. In a single, fluid motion, Shanks swung his sword, and the man’s hand hit the ground with a sickening thud.
The others tried to flee, but they didn’t stand a chance. Shanks didn’t even need to use his sword again—the sheer force of his haki dropped them one by one, their bodies crumpling to the ground.
When the last threat was dealt with, Shanks turned to you. The fury in his eyes melted instantly, replaced by something far more vulnerable.
He was at your side in an instant, cutting away the ropes that bound you. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice trembling just slightly. “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head, though tears streamed down your cheeks. Before you could speak, he pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly it felt like he was trying to shield you from the world itself.
“You scared the hell out of me,” he said, his voice breaking. “When I realized you were gone, I—” He stopped, his breath shuddering. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Your heart ached at the raw emotion in his voice. “What about the mission?” you whispered, guilt weighing heavily on your chest.
“The mission?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowing. “You think I care about the mission right now?” He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “I told the crew to wait. Your safety comes first. Always.”
You broke down, the weight of your fear and guilt crashing over you. “I just… I didn’t want to be a burden,” you sobbed. “I wanted to prove I could handle myself.”
Shanks shook his head, his expression softening. “You’re not a burden,” he said firmly. “You’re my wife. If worrying about you is what it takes, I’ll gladly do it.”
His words unraveled the knot in your chest, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to lean into him fully.
After a moment, you looked up at him, your voice shaky but resolute. “Teach me how to fight.”
Shanks blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, a grin broke across his face, his usual teasing demeanor returning. “Fight, huh? Guess I’ll have to, or you’ll keep sneaking off on your own.”
You smacked his arm lightly, pouting. “I’m serious!”
“And I’m serious about carrying you back to the ship.” He scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms. “Besides, you’re cute when you pout.”
Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but smile. Resting your head against his shoulder, you let out a small sigh of relief.
As Shanks carried you back toward the harbor, his laugh echoed through the air, a sound that made you feel, for the first time, like you truly belonged.
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An American and a brit. Logan Sargeant.
Pairing: Logan Sargeant x british!singer!reader, smau
Summary: When a british girl and an american guy go on a date.
Word Count:
Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter & girls from pinterest!!
Disclaimer/s: Not really any, just bickering and stereotypes about america and great britain!! i don't mean to insult anyone and this is all meant playfully between the characters <333
A/N: yayyyyy, i'm motivated rn, i have a bunch of drafts lmao 😝 let me know if you have requests or want to be on my permanent tag list!! <33
Logan Sargeant drawing that my bsf made 💕
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user1 WHY IS Y/N IN HIS LIKES.
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-> user10 logie, i fear that is not an answer 💔
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-> logansargeant hahaha, thanks dude
-> user11 logan needs to get a puppy now 🙏
user12 my president 😍
-> user13 logan sargeant for president 2025 😌
user14 THIS PHOTO DUMP 🛐
-> user15 TRUEEE THE PUPPY PIC IS ADORABLE
-> user16 MORE LOGIE PUPPY CONTENT 🙏🙏🙏
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yourusername next - America 🇺🇸💋
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user1 wait... so... logan and y/n are in america at the same time?
-> user2 coincidence? i think not.
-> user3 they'd be so cute together let's be fr 🙏
user4 y/nlogan 🙏
landonorris i ship liked by author
-> yourusername shush
-> user5 SHE LIKED THE COMMENT THO...
-> user6 she's trying to be slick 😭🙏
user7 soft launch???
user8 yall, we getting y/nlogan before gta 6 with this one 🙏
-> user9 they're divas 🤭
-> user10 perfect for each other fr fr
-> user11 she's gonna be the next wag, i'm telling you
user12 me when y/n 😍😍😍
-> user13 real
user14 the outfits are eating 🥰 liked by author
-> yourusername everybody thank my team 🙏
-> user15 "thank you, y/n's team." we all chant in unison
user16 AMERICAAAAAA 🦅🦅🦅
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f1gossip logan sargeant and y/n y/l/n are rumored to be dating! there are reposts of people saying they saw them together in a restaurant in Florida, as well as some people reporting seeing them walking through a city in Florida while holding hands. the two allegedly seemed very comfortable and cozy with each other, both laughing and smiling a lot!
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user1 honestly, i'm so happy for them
-> user2 real, they'd look so good together
user3 american f1 driver x british singer, what else could you want?
user4 new favorite couple 🤭
user5 i hope this is true
-> user6 y/nlogan truthers unite
user7 it is their lives, they don't owe us any information or announcement.
user8 they're both serving face 🙏😍
-> user9 they are literally so pretty
-> user10 to die for 🙏
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logansargeant AMERICA HELL YEAH 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🔥🔥🇺🇸🦅🔥🔥🇺🇸🦅🔥🇺🇸🔥🇺🇸🔥🦅🔥🔥🇺🇸🔥🇺🇸🦅🔥🔥🔥🔥🇺🇸🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🔥🦅🔥🇺🇸🔥🇺🇸🇺🇸 -y/n
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yourusername omg, what an amazing caption 😍 liked by author
-> logansargeant yeah, i wonder who wrote it..
-> user1 must be a genius 🙏
user2 okay but how is she literally drop dead gorgeous 😭❤️
-> user3 real
-> user4 oh, to look like y/n
-> user7 😭
landonorris couple goals?? liked by author
-> user5 i am in shock
-> user6 is this the prove?
user7 screaming 😍
user8 kicking my feet and giggling rn, i hope they're actually together 🙏🙏🙏
-> user9 imma pray for it to be true
-> user10 i will summon y/nlogan
user11 okay, casually leaving this here?
-> user12 YEAH, LIKE DAMNNN
user13 dare i say, this is my new favorite couple 🙏
-> user14 honestly, it's my favorite now too
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yourusername my boyfriend doesn't know what a kilometer is 😣❤️
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logansargeant a kilometer is the equivalent of 567.571 Taylor Swifts 🥰 liked by author
-> yourusername giggling at this rn, i love you ❤️
-> logansargeant i love you too!! (even though you drink tea and spell colour like 'color') liked by author
-> user1 damn, the stereotypes are coming out
logansargeant having a bri'ish girlfriend>>>> liked by author
-> user2 okay but i love them 😭
lilymhe soooo happy for you two and can't wait to meet you 💕 liked by author
-> yourusername thank you, darling!! i can't wait either, you're an amazing golfer 🫶❤️
-> lilymhe ahhhhh!! tysm i'm hugeeee fan of you and your music 🫶 liked by author
-> user3 y/n and the other wags are already starting to become friends 😭♥️
-> user4 i'm so invested in this
user5 this is actually the best way of hard launching lmaoooo 😭🙏
-> user6 reallll, i love how they're bickering in the comment sections
flavy.barla gorgeous gorgeous girl 🥰🥰🥰 liked by author
user7 why r they serving face 🙏
-> user8 fr 😭
user9 me and who?
-> user10 we all need a logan or a y/n in our lives
-> user11 logan getting p1 in fp1 😍
user12 logan hunter sargeant, the man you are 🛐
user13 my wife is dating someone else 😣
-> user14 real 😭
user15 just fell to my knees in a parking lot
-> user17 valid reaction
user16 just saw someone fall to their knees in a parking lot
-> user18 average 😣🛐
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Goodbye, for now
BABY? HONEY? BOYFRIEND SHOT? Jikook you're too much!
This episode was truly the best way to end the show, maybe even the best episode of the series. (Neck in neck with episode 2 of course) The way they enjoyed it so much but were also so sad it was over. The hot tension all around, the soft boyfriends mood who can't stop flirting and name calling each other with the most low-key couple-like sweet names. They could not stop laughing, they could not stop touching and they couldn't stop being hilarious without even trying.
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SK Spotify daily chart end of November 2023 :
Jimin Jungkook Jimin Jungkook Jimin Jimin
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It would be such a full circle moment if Jimin posted the boyfriend photo (which won't happen). Would almost be like a soft launch of some sort.
Not the underwear too?? Gosh I love my little gay freaks!! (didn't understand why Jimin would quote their 'yet another inner joke meme' right at that moment but I've learned to not question their inner workings)
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Sorry but i have to be pretty one last time and say that I kinda had enough of seeing so much from the crew around or even in Jikook's shots and angles. It breaks the fourth wall a little too much and ruins the whole bubble idea. Ok I'm done lol
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Returning to the issue at hand, the "seeing the beds for the first time" scene keeps getting funnier and funnier. As if they don't already have designated sides of the bed 😏
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Ah the never ending bickering gives me life. Peep the half korean half english talk when they playfully get on each others nerves 👀😂
I better not speak on the scuzzi jacuzzi shenanigans cause otherwise.. Let's just say the photo speaks for itself..
NO YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA SPEAK. We all know that jacuzzi time is always intimate, relaxing and personal for people that's why I wish Jikook had enjoyed it fully without cameras. Yes I'm pissed on their behalf, that they had to film the whole thing with 382929 different angles. lol
His face is literally saying "oh so you're really gonna make me do it huh? if I was in your place I would've folded immediately and would've never let you go through with it!!" 😂
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No one ever:
Jikook every 2sec : HONEY OH HONEY
(I was actually listening to the song while writing this and idk why it's so funny to me even tho it's a sad love ballad)
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They must've loved getting the chance to at least see one episode of the show, plus the idea of watching it together..
Jungkook being so entertained by it meanwhile Jimin being mortified about half of the things that happened. HILARIOUS
HAHAHHAHAHA all parties were concerned if they'd be able to pull it off, I can't
BEST BELIEVE they're always gonna find a way to touch. Consciously or unconsciously.
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This show made me realize that my favourite thing ever is Jk making food for Jimin, then making him hysterically laugh and therefore getting to hear Jimin's adorable giggles.
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"Hello it is I the one and only, the only one who can touch Jimin's head ble ble ble ble" - JK
Jk was like: How can you imagine Jimin without me in your dream? Are you crazy? What is this delusional dream world you live in Jin hyung??
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Tbh it's so meaningful and a huge thing saying that these trips were literally the best trips of your life. I think the statement almost went over people's heads.
I can't get enough of Jimin looking pretty and cuddly and Jungkook's immediate thought being: I HAVE TO FILM YOU
Them saying they can do a reboot when they come back gave me some hope that maybe just maybe this is not the end of AYS 😭
The ending bonus clip left me fulfilled but also sad and with goosebumps all over.
Thank you Jimin & Jungkook for letting us peek into this trip and getting to witness some of your precious moments.
Signing off, J&J 🥹
Ps. So I'm guessing the 52 minute video that comes with the photobook is probably the 3 bts videos combined that they've been reviewing for 48392 months right?
#I really enjoyed this review series#jikook#kookmin#jimin#jungkook#bts#bangtan#are you sure?!#jikook travel show#ep. 8#september 2024#final episode😭
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hi !! u said u want smut requests so does nsfw alphabets with akutagawa count? 😭😭 feel free to ignore this and have a good day <333
Thanks for your patience, anon!! Here's 3k words (MDNI)
Akutagawa NSFW alphabet <3
Aftercare is something Akutagawa is surprisingly good at. Maybe it’s because he understands how vulnerable you have to be to get intimate with a partner; he isn’t letting someone inside of his body, but his own history of trauma has led to him feeling extremely uncomfortable without his clothes which hold the key to his ability. Because of this, he feels a deep need to be kind to his partner after sex. After a moment of calm in which both of you catch your breath, Akutagawa gets out of bed and starts filling the tub for a bath. He comes back with a soft, damp rag to wipe any sweat or cum off of his partner, then he leads you to the bath which the two of you share. He washes your hair, cleanses your skin, gives you loving kisses and so on. He likely also mutters soft “thank you”s into your hair and skin, as he's very appreciative that you'd let him play with your body.
Akutagawa’s favorite body part is your mouth, or more specifically your tongue. Before you got together he would catch himself staring at your mouth, wondering how soft your lips were and how they'd feel against his. When he finally got to find out, he became addicted to kissing you, and that only intensified when you started kissing with tongue. It's the softness for him, the special type of unfamiliar cushy soft spongy feeling. He's obsessed with it. He wants his mouth on yours all the time. He also likes your mouth on his body, kissing all across his skin and leaving little damp spots where you lick him. The first time your mouth touches his penis he almost blacks out. His hands aren't rough, but they're nowhere near as soft as the perfect velvet of the inside of your mouth. He would die a thousand deaths for that soft, warm feeling.
He’s not a cum eater, and he doesn’t expect his partner to be either, but when your mouth refuses to unlatch when he warns you of his approaching climax, he feels like his face is burning from the blush that overcomes him. He feels like it’s dirty-- it’s not, he knows that logically because he’s researched it, but he feels shameful still from his own insecurity. He thinks it’s hot at the same time. He can’t believe you want him so badly that you say you want “every last drop” of him, whether it’s in your mouth or in your cunt. He’s yet to cum inside without a condom, being overly careful that you avoid pregnancy, but one day he’ll let you have it. One day when things are safer.
Dirty talk isn’t exactly his forte. He can surprise you and occasionally drop some pussy-tingling one-liners (which he copies from things he’s heard his coworkers say when their conversations get raunchy, or things he’s read in books when he’s delved into modern romance at your behest). He can degrade you if you’d like, call you a greedy bitch when you ask him for another orgasm, call you a cock slut and his dirty little whore when you bounce on his cock and play with your tits unashamedly right in front of him. That’s about the extent of what he can say in bed, though. He gets nervous. He’s not a man of many words.
He’s not very experienced at all when you get together. He had a crush as a young teen in the slums, but he was too focused on taking care of his sister and protecting both of them to really try to approach one of the girls in their pack. There was a girl a couple years older than him when he joined the PM--she worked more with Chuuya than Dazai, so he rarely saw her, but they did steal kisses occasionally when no one was around. She always made the first move and he did whatever she asked. They never got beyond feeling each other up through their clothes before she didn’t come back from a mission, and he vowed not to get attached to anyone again, until you came along and broke that vow.
His favorite position is lotus. He likes you sitting in his lap, he likes the feeling of your legs locked around him. He likes being able to run his cold hands all over your warm skin and kiss you and hold you while you do most of the work bouncing and grinding on his dick. With his lungs being as frail as they are, he can’t get his heart rate up by doing a lot of moving, which you’re fine with accommodating. Though, when he does desperately want to take control, he loves bending you over a piece of furniture and fucking you from behind, especially when you start moving backwards to meet his thrusts (which you do half because it feels good and half because you want him to avoid a big coughing fit).
He will not be goofy at all in bed, and if you are he’ll give you a weird look. If he’s in a really good mood he may chuckle at whatever you said but he won’t respond. He takes sex fairly seriously; he’s focused on giving you pleasure to show his devotion to you, and his pleasure is a good consequence.
He won’t deny a hand-job, even if maybe you shouldn’t be giving him one in your current location. If you’re at dinner together, sitting beside one another, and you want to pleasure him so badly that you’re willing to reach under the table and pull him out of his pants, even though his coworkers are sitting around--oh it drives him crazy. He’s lucky to be stoic in those moments because even as you work him up and make him cum, his coworkers are none the wiser.
That being said, it should be obvious that he’s okay with fucking in inappropriate locations. It partially comes from being mafia-- most people know who he is just from looking at him. They wouldn’t dare mess with him or try to get him off of you, no matter how much you claw at him and scream his name. Absolutely anyone who walks into the alley (or the park. or on a boat. or in his office. or in someone else’s office. or in a PM car. or in the elevator.) he’s fucking you in can tell that you’re into it.
He jerks off occasionally before you’re together, but his sex drive isn’t very high. After you’ve gotten together, he becomes addicted to you and any time he wants release, he tries to get to you before resorting to his own hand. If you’re unavailable for whatever reason, he’s not opposed to going back to rutting against a pillow or lotioning up his hand, but it makes him grumpy because what he really wants is your pussy and nothing feels the fucking same anymore.
He doesn’t think he has any kinks, until the first time you touch him under the table with his coworkers, and then he realizes very quickly that he likes the idea of being caught. He loves the idea of people seeing him fucking you and thinking “oh, she belongs to him.” That’s what he wants whenever he takes you in the bushes or fucks you on the floor of a boat drifting barely a few hundred feet out from the port. He wants someone to see that you belong to him. (In a few years he’ll realize he has a breeding kink, too. It’s an extension of claiming you and everyone being able to see it. If he were a social media girly he’d be so tempted to post videos of his cum gushing out of your pussy bc GRRRRRR THIS IS HIS, BEHOLD!!! AKUTAGAWA’S PROPERTY!!!!)
He loooooves you. He’s smitten. He’s the definition of “you fell first, but he fell harder.” He LOOOOOOOVES you. Sometimes he looks at you and suddenly his face flushes red and his eyes widen and his heart rate picks up because his whole system is just overwhelmed with “oh my god!! Her!!” He always comes up to you and hugs you from behind or puts his hands on your waist or pulls you in to a kiss, completely ignoring whatever you were doing before, and he just holds you and touches you and almost always tries to get you into bed when he gets these love surges. The sex that comes after these love surges always involves him eating you out like pussy is his favorite meal, and then letting you ride him or do lotus position so he can hold you.
Haven’t we covered his motivation already? You, you, you, you, you. He wants to pleasure you. He wants to show you how much he loves you. He wants you to know how important you are to him. Yeah, he also likes the feeling of getting his rocks off. It’s a nice climax to his love surges. His secondary motivation would probably just be closeness and feeling like a normal person. For once in his life he feels normal. He’s just a guy with his girlfriend in his apartment and they have sex and make love and say sweet nothings to each other and he doesn’t have to think about any of the horrible things he’s done or seen or experienced in that time you spend together.
There are things he would definitely say NO to. He wouldn’t agree to adding another person into the mix. He wouldn’t let you get fucked by someone else, nor would he be comfortable fucking someone else for you to see. He doesn’t want to hit you, or be hit. No knives, no guns, no weapons, unless you count a rather tame leather fringe whip that you have, that’s fine. He’ll try any position, any location. He’d be more than fine with posting pictures or videos online in certain spaces. Rashomon is perfectly suited for bondage. But he will. not. let. you. call. him. daddy. He frowns. He stops. He pulls away. He asks if you’re okay and what your father did to you. It’s not a fun ending, so you don’t even try calling him that anymore.
Oral… He’s a pussy eating CHAMP! #1 Pussy Eater! When your relationship started turning sexual, Akutagawa took a large leap of faith and asked Tachihara for advice on how to pleasure a woman. Tachihara excitedly, and insistently, sent Akutagawa a video all about how to eat pussy and make a woman cum, and this led to Akutagawa watching several other educational videos, and ohohohohoh he is great at retaining information, and he’s even better at applying what he learned. It takes quite a while for him to admit that he learned it from videos--you laugh really hard when he does tell you, and you giggle and coo and comfort him when he thinks you’re laughing at him.
He prefers a slower pace, partially to prevent his coughing fits, mostly because he likes sex to be sensual. He allows you to change pace whenever you’d like, of course, and he honestly likes when you want him to go faster, go harder. You’re usually just as conscious of his coughing as he is, but sometimes you just hand him his inhaler when he’s balls deep and tell him to buckle up, buttercup, because if he doesn’t rearrange your guts you’re going to start clawing at the walls.
He’s fond of quickies. He doesn’t see the point in holding off orgasms. If you rush into his office and say you’ve got 15 minutes before a meeting and you really want his cock in your mouth, who’s he to say no? Similarly, if he’s missing you or struck with random horniness and he comes home for a lunch break and wants to fuck you wherever he finds you, how is that ever a bad thing?
We know he likes some risks, but not others. Public sex? Yes. Potential pregnancy? No (for now). Accidentally leaking pics or videos of you having sex with him? Yes (might not even be accidental). Weapons or dangerous items in the bedroom? No.
He doesn’t have a lot of stamina. He never has because he grew up in the slums, very ill, only running when he had to flee, trying to conserve energy and stay put when he didn’t have to go anywhere. Now as an adult he uses Rashomon for all his fighting. He doesn’t train. He doesn’t work out. So yeah, he’s not exactly the most fit, and he doesn’t have a ton of stamina. He can do multiple short rounds in a day if he’s extra excited, but usually you’ll get a nice hour (at most) with him in the evenings before his lungs and his dick tap out for the night.
He has an ever-expanding list of turn-ons. He gets hot and bothered when you wear short dresses and skirts, or tops that show cleavage, or bottoms that hug your butt and thighs really well. He likes when you wear your hair in a messy ponytail with little bits framing your face and lots of blushy and glowy makeup. He likes when you absentmindedly touch him when you’re near him-- sliding your hand across his back, twirling his long hair around your fingers, patting his leg when you sit next to one another. It’s not hard to turn him on.
He’s not very unfair in bed. As stated before, he doesn’t see the point in denying orgasms or withholding pleasure. He may do it occasionally. If you ask him to go multiple rounds and keep pleasuring you, he will, he’ll just leave himself out of it. He’ll eat you out and eat and lick and suckle and finger and lick until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost count and you can’t form coherent sentences. That’s not really being unfair, since he’s giving you what you want ;)
He always encourages your volume to be high, though his typically remains low. He grunts and moans against your ear or your neck or your mouth more so than out loud. He isn’t trying to wake the neighbors by any means. It’s not that he doesn’t feel things strongly, it’s just that his voice doesn’t feel as connected to the situation as yours must. You can get loud and he likes making you that way. He hasn’t gotten a noise complaint yet, but he almost wants one just so he can look someone in the eye while they admit they heard him fucking you--AHA THEY KNOW YOU’RE HIS.
This post is my slow descent into fucking madness. For wild card I’m talking more about Akutagawa’s possessiveness and that breeding kink. Once his relationship is super serious and he realizes he wants to be with you for as long as possible, he considers leaving the mafia. When he considers leaving the mafia and finding another place for you two to leave peacefully, he also considers that you could have a nice, normal family… a family… little babies… you getting pregnant… him getting you pregnant… him cumming in you with no condom and pushing that cum back inside and holding your hips up in the air and looking at your pretty pussy while making sure all his cum seeps into your uterus to hopefully find an egg… he’s so hard right now. He’s bricked up. Even the technical scientific side of it turns him on because that’s his sperm and your egg and a part of him is going to be implanted in a part of you and then it’s going to attach to the uterine lining and it’s going to grow and become a baby and and and and an
He has a whole x-rated photo album in his phone. When it gets so full and when he misses you, he starts looking back at his favorites to get himself off. He’ll casually turn his phone to you sometimes and show a picture of you sitting on his lap, head thrown back, tits near his face, and his phone is in his hand behind your back catching a mirror pic of you two fucking. You didn’t even know he was taking it!! He just wanted to capture the moment okay… and he has a lot more of them, ranging from that one which was kind of sweet all the way to cum splashed on your face, your tits in his mouth, his balls pressed up against your pussy while your hand is playing with his dick. Some truly x-rated shit, and he’s so proud of it.
Oh boy does he yearn. When you’re separated for a long time (read: two days when he goes on a weekend trip) he sits around and huffs and puffs and is grumpy because he misses you. He literally calls you the second he’s free every day, and in the shower he looks at his special pictures of you, but he’s still so sad, so lonely. He misses his sweet girl. The lack of sex doesn’t bother him nearly as much as the lack of you in bed next to him does when one of you spends the night away from the other.
ZzZzZz… that’s the sound of Akutagawa breathing and just barely snoring in your ear after you’ve settled in for bed. He always makes you have a quick shower with him after having sex at home, whether in the morning or night, just to stay clean while also having an opportunity to throw the sheets in the wash. Once you’ve both settled back into bed with some fresh new sheets, he pulls you close to him, keeps one arm wrapped around you at all times despite how you both wriggle around to get comfortable, and eventually he falls asleep with you playing with his hair, his head near your shoulder, breath softly hitting your skin.
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DINNER FLIRTATIONS ღ
Warnings: cursing, smut, semi-public?, 18+ MDNI!!
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Female Kook Reader.
Summary: Rafe and Y/N go to a fancy restaurant on Figure Eight to have a romantic dinner together when a waiter begins to flirt and hit on Y/N.
Author's Note: this is my first fic so, please be kind! 😭 I am going to make a part two soon of people like this fic!
"You're going to love this place," Rafe said with a wink as he opened the car door for you. The valet nodded respectfully as you both strolled hand-in-hand into the dimly lit entrance of Luxe Lumière, the most exclusive restaurant on Kildare Island. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses greeted you, mingling with the faint scent of the sea. Rafe had been bragging about this place for weeks, and you could feel your excitement growing with every step. You had been to fancy and exclusive restaurants before but none as exclusive as Luxe Lumière.
You had picked out a stunning dark blue dress that clung to your curves in all the right places, making you feel like a million bucks. It was the kind of dress that made heads turn and whispered compliments follow in its wake. You knew Rafe had noticed - the way his eyes had widened and his smile grew when you'd emerged from the bedroom earlier that night. You were both dressed to the nines, ready to make a night of it.
The maître d' led you and Rafe to a secluded table by the window, the perfect spot to watch the waves roll in under the moon's silver glow. You couldn't help but feel like a celebrity as you were seated, the soft rustle of the dress's fabric accompanying your every move. The candlelight danced in Rafe's eyes as he pulled out your chair, and you felt your heart flutter in response.
As you and your boyfriend perused the menu, a young, overly-charming waiter approached to take your drink orders. His eyes lingered a beat too long on you, and his smile was more flirtatious than friendly. Rafe's grip on the menu tightened, but he said nothing for now. The tension in the air grew palpable as the waiter flirted shamelessly, making suggestive comments about the wine selection that were clearly directed at you.
"I have never seen eyes that gorgeous before," the waiter said with a flirtatious grin before continuing, "I think you may just be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen come into this restaurant." You gave him a nervous smile, feeling very uncomfortable but you just wanted to let the whole thing go. Rafe, however, couldn't let it slide. He could feel his blood simmering with every over-the-top compliment and wink the waiter sent your way. "Could we have a different waiter, please?" He finally snapped, his voice low and tight. The waiter's smile faltered, but he nodded and retreated without a word. The silence that fell between them was heavy, and you reached out to place your hand on his forearm. "It's okay." You whispered, trying to soothe the sudden storm in his eyes.
The replacement waiter arrived, a middle-aged man with a no-nonsense air about him. He took their orders without batting an eyelash at your beauty, his eyes never straying from his notepad. Rafe visibly relaxed, taking a sip of his water and scanning the room to ensure there were no more unwelcome admirers nearby. But the damage was done. The romantic bubble they'd been in had been pierced, and the evening felt tainted by the unwanted attention.
The meal was exquisite, each dish a symphony of flavors that danced on your tongue. You picked at your food, the earlier excitement replaced by a simmering annoyance at the earlier waiter's audacity. Rafe, on the other hand, had become quiet, his jaw clenched as he chewed. The romantic chatter had dwindled, and the air between them was thick with unspoken words.
Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, you whispered, "Let's go," as you placed your napkin on the table. Rafe's eyes snapped to yours, a fierce determination in them. He nodded curtly and called for the check. As they stood to leave, Rafe's hand found your diamond-clad wrist, his grip firm but gentle. He steered you away from the dining room and towards the bathroom, the urgency in his step unmistakable.
The bathroom was quiet and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bustling restaurant outside. He locked the door behind them, the click echoing through the marble-tiled space. Your heart raced as you looked up at him, your eyes wide. "What are you doing?" You asked as your brows furrowed in confusion, a hint of fear mixed with the lingering irritation from the earlier waiter's advances.
Rafe's eyes darkened, and he took a step closer, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. "I'm going to remind you who you're with," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want everyone to know you're mine." His grip tightened, and he pulled you closer, his other hand sliding up to cradle your cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel the heat of his body, see the intensity in his gaze. For a moment, you wavered, torn between anger at the waiter's audacity and the thrill of Rafe's possessiveness. But as his thumb traced your jawline, you felt the tension in your body melt away.
The bathroom was an oasis of calm compared to the chaos of their table. The marble countertops gleamed under the soft lights, and the scent of expensive soap filled the air. Rafe leaned in, his breath warm against your neck, and whispered, "You're mine." His hand slid down your back, pressing you closer. Your dress was suddenly too tight, too confining. You could feel his clothed bulge press into your stomach, and the whole thing was intoxicating.
He kissed you, hard and demanding, his tongue pushing past your lips. His hands roamed your body, pulling the fabric of your dress aside to expose your lacy lingerie. Your breath came in gasps, yoyr body responding despite the location. They were in a fancy restaurant, in a public bathroom, but all you could think about was how much you wanted him.
The sound of your shared breathing echoed in the small room as he unzipped your dress. It fell to the floor in a pool of dark blue, leaving you almost compleatly bare before him, only your lacy black thong still clung to your body. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch like it was the first time. He stepped back for a moment, his own desire evident in his eyes as they traced the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the swell of your hips.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, and then his hands were on you again, pushing you against the cold marble. Your breath hitched as his fingers found yoyr heat, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The tension of the evening had morphed into something else, something primal and urgent.
He pulled his hand away from your pussy, causing you to whine in response before he lifted you onto the sink, the coolness of the porcelain sending shivers down your spine. The sound of the restaurant faded into the background, replaced by the thud of your heartbeat and the rustle of their clothes. Rafe's eyes never left yours as he unbuckled his belt and freed himself from his pants. His cock was already hard, and you could feel his urgency, his need to claim you, to show you that you belonged to him.
"After tonight, everyone in this fucking restaurant will know who you belong to, including that fucker that tried to hit on you earlier." He growled in your ear and you knew that he was going to make sure everyone knew who you belonged to. When he made a promise to you, he always kept it. Especially if it meant claiming you and breeding you in a place where everyone could hear you.
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the uraume nonnie is so fucking right ommgg. just like, thinking of a threesome with those two 🤭 (literally giggling n kicking my feet rn mb) but like as a tiktok comment as said "one's for uraume, one's for me." RGHHH sharing sukuna's cocks??
WOW OMG I'VE NEVER SEEN A COMMENT LIKE THAT LMAAOOO. ppl on tik tok r so wild 😭
And thinking about Uraume's character, nonnie, they'd be gentle when the time calls for it. Like, when you're being a sweet little thing for them, they'll treat you with their mouth sucking around your nipple while their palms caress your soft tummy. Telling u how much of a sweet angel you are for them <3
So when we're talkin about a threesome with a four-armed curse. They'll play the role of the calm before the storm--Sukuna would stuff himself deep in ur throat to the point where you start violently hacking, but Uraume would be right behind you, easily gliding themselves inside (strap or dick) of dripping folds. Making sure to shower you with their praises because you're swallowing such a big cock.
"My pristine bunny, I know you are capable of taking both of us. Come on, I know you can take more. You're doing so well for us." UWWWAAAA!!!
(I'm so sure that Uraume would take the one on the top while you take the one on the bottom and Sukuna would offer two hands for each head as you both give lengthy licks to his shaft--wiping the sweat off your face with one hand and plunging your head further down on his dick with the other, saying, "do not bore me," because your kitten licks r starting to get repetitive </3)
#but can u really blame the reader tho?#swallowing his rocket sized schlong is literally impossible#then u have uraume over here whos a fucking champ#sukuna x reader#uraume#jjk smut#nonnie!
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Hello there, can i get uhhhh railao x reader x johnshi with tomas on top, please 🥺🥺 sfw and nsfw if you fancy
cw. a bit of fluff and a fuck ton of nsfw, afab!reader + Tomas, johnshi and railao poly relationship, threesomes/foursomes (you get the idea), oral, face sitting, overstimulation, praise, degradation, hair pulling, fingering, creampie, cum play, a bit of a spit kink, cum eating, handjob, masturbation, voyeurism *not proofread, just pure horny
[I don't know how I managed to write this much 😭😭 I think it was the sheer amount of horny] I tried to keep this gender-neutral but I'm too horny and these boys deserve some top-tier pussy
Like I said in the other version
They all pined over Tomas
But when you get thrown into the mix, it increases tenfold
Yknow how I talked about the boys pining over Tomas?
Yeah imagine that but with you
Although Tomas asks inquiries you to join them after a few weeks because he can't take it anymore
So now it's johnshi and railao + Tomas and you :))
Okay horny time now im having too many thoughts
You thought you and Tomas were being doted on before?
Well now that you're both another addition to a poly relationship, it's a lot more now
Each of them would fall face first and trip over one another just to be your first choice
But you can have anything and everything you could ever desire
Tomas and Raiden give in the easiest to you
Kung Lao too but his resolve is just a bit stronger than those two
Anyways, Tomas and Raiden
They're handsy, oh so handsy
Real big on giving
They'd prioritize your pleasure and safety before anything
Tomas loves to give you head and Raiden praises both of you
Sitting in raidens lap while Tomas eats you out >>>
Raidens caressing your hips while he coos out soft praises
Tomas holding your thighs open while he kitten licks at your clit
Getting soft neck kisses from Raiden and small shocks to your inner thighs
Tomas gets so lost in your taste and the pretty sounds you're making that he unknowingly overstims you
Raiden has to pull Tomas away from you because you're shaking and so so sensitive :((
But Raiden gives you more soft kisses to make up for it
Raiden loves to have you against the bed so he can pin your hips down
But he doesn't mind having you sit on his face
It's okay if you're tired darling, he'll move your hips for you <33
And when they actually fuck you, it's a great time
Raiden goes first, so he has you ride him
He wants you to look him in the eyes as you bounce on his dick
He loves when your eyes flutter and you nearly roll your eyes into the back of your head
Pulls you down so he can latch his mouth around your nipples
Def leaves soft hickeys around your chest
Grabs your face gently, and shakes your head to keep your eyes on him
Tells you to "give Tomas a nice show for me, yea?"
Loves how your thighs shake and twitch when you're close
Loves to make you cum around his cock so he can feel you clench and squeeze around him
Raiden lets out soft moans and breathy groans but he whimpers when he's close
Tries to pull out but you just feel so fucking good that he ends up coming inside you
Lifts you off him so he can see his cum leak out of you
Tomas nearly cums right then and there
His eyes are glued to your cum slicked hole, fluttering as you clench around nothing
Tomas simply straddles raidens legs, pushing your chest down to his
He's whining softly as he slowly pushes in
Fucks into you with harsh thrusts bc he's so lost in you
Hides his face in your neck because he got flustered when he made eye contact with Raiden
Raiden pushes him off you and pulls you around to press your back to his chest
He tells you to "watch how pretty he looks when he fucks you."
Holds your face up so you have to look at Tomas
You're both equally fucked out
Just losing it only two orgasms in
Calling out Raidens name bc you can feel his cock twitch against your ass
Kung Lao bursting through the door because he wanted to see his darlings only to see them having their own fun
Tomas whimpers when you tighten around his cock, sucking him in even more and milking him for all he's worth
Kung Lao carding a hand through Tomas' hair, pulls his head back and goes "Hm, seems like you three are having a lot of fun, huh?"
Kung Lao crawls onto the bed to kneel behind Tomas, who then leans back into him
Kung Lao takes Tomas' cock into his hand and jerks him off while planting sweet kisses along his neck and shoulders
Raiden tugs your body up, to have your pretty and used cunt up against his leaking cock
He wraps a hand around the base of his cock to tap his tip against your swollen clit
You move to sit up, straddling Raiden reverse cowgirl and wasting no time in sinking onto his cock again
Tomas who reached behind him to tug at Kung Lao's pants, pushing and shoving his hand beneath the fabric so he can pull his cock out
Tomas who jerks Kung Lao off in time with him while they all watch you bump and grind yourself against Raiden
Kung Lao is more of a heavy groan and low grunter but he gets high-pitched if you rub against his sensitive spots aka the underside of his t
Tomas knows this and focuses there while dipping his thumb into his slit.
Johnny and Kenshi drop by just to cool down after training
Barely paying attention to the lewd moans and skin-on-skin as they each strip themselves of their button-ups that were seconds away from becoming a second-skin
Johnny openly stares at the tattoos on Kenshi's body, trailing them with his eyes as they lead down further than his waistband
Kenshi finally spoke up about the increasing volume of moaning coming from the bedroom. "So, you wanna join in?"
Kenshi is already walking towards the door and Johnny is stuck in place to ogle at the ink covering Kenshi's back
Side note; I only added this part with Johnny and Kenshi because the mental image of Kenshi shirtless has been plaguing me (I want to lick his tattoos) anyway back to the fic
Kenshi simply leans against the door frame with his arms crossed and observes
You catching sight of him from the corner of your eye, jaw going slack as you tried to focus on getting the orgasm you wanted
But with Kenshi standing there, in his half-naked glory with his tattoos glistening with sweat, it made it hard to not cum almost immediately
Johnny came up to stand behind him, his arms crossed in a similar manner
Peering over at Kenshi with teary eyes as you spear yourself open on Raidens cock, calling out to him as your eyes roll back into your skull
Johnny pressing up against Kenshi from behind just to press his hands to his hardening dick
Johnny palmed Kenshi over his dress pants and grinding against his own leaking cock again Kenshi's ass
Kenshi walks over to tilt your head to face him, cooing when tears stream down your face. "Yeah, does it feel good, baby? Like having a big cock split you open?"
Raiden is one more orgasm away from shooting blanks; the way your warm cunt wrapped around him felt like you wrapped your hands around his soul
Kenshi looking over at Raiden and pressing a kiss to his lips as he came again
Grabbing at Kenshi's thigh as your hips slow down, lifting yourself off of Raiden to feel thick globs of cum leak out of you
Johnny pulling you to the edge of the bed so he can eat you out from the back
Kenshi watched Johnny be a whore and lap at the sticky cum that coats your swollen pussy and pulsing clit
Kenshi harshly tugged Johnny away by his hair, shoving him out of the way so he could turn you around
Kenshi holding your face in his hands while your own hand palms him over his pants
Tugging his belt loose and unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down past his thighs
Pulling away from Kenshi to kiss down his chest to his waist
Pumping his shaft with one hand while the other pushed against the edge of the bed to keep you upright
Pressing light kisses to his rosy tip, lapping at the pearls of precum that dribbled from his slit
Wrapping your lips around the head, dipping your tongue further into his slit
Meanwhile, Johnny is kneeling behind you with his pants around his thighs because he can't wait a second longer to be inside you
Johnny bottoms out quickly, forcing your head down Kenshi's cock
Gagging and sputtering around Kenshi's cock as Johnny has his way with you
But don't worry, he'll take good care of his baby <33
Constant praise from both Johnny and Kenshi plus the content and amused hums from the men around you
Hearing "so fucking good for us, aren't you baby?" "fuck, you feel so good." "look so pretty like this, all fucked out for us, huh?"
Back to Kenshi; moaning around his dick as Johnny's fast and brutal thrusts have you deep-throating him
Hollowing your cheeks as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock
Kenshi tangling his hand into your hair and pushing it out of your face so he can see the way tears line your eyes and spill down your cheeks
Feeling the metal of Johnny's belt smack against your inner thigh as he fills you over and over
Losing your balance as Johnny knocks his tip against your sweet spots so you have to brace yourself on Kenshi's thighs
Feeling his muscles twitch and jump under your palm as you bob your head along his length
Kenshi who pulls out of your mouth so he can stroke himself in front of your face
Pushes the tip into your mouth last second so he can spill his seed in your warm and wet mouth
Makes you open your mouth for him to spit into before making you swallow
He definitely makes out with you afterward
Maybe pressing his thumb against your tongue to keep your mouth open and watch you drool over yourself
Back to Johnny; can't not cum in you
Simply can not bring himself to pull out
He loves how tightly your cunt wraps around him when he fills you up
Loves your soft whimpers as he fucks his cum back into you when it leaks out
Quick thought; sucking hickeys into Kenshi's hips and waist while Johnny fingers his cum back into you
You'll never be neglected by these boys
They'll always find a way
Oh yea, phone sex is common with Johnny too
It doesn't matter if he's supposed to be working
He's a man with needs for his sexy partners
Sending Johnny nudes with any one of the boys as an incentive to get him home quicker
#majestickitty#bubbly speaks <3#ash answers#bubbly writes <3#mortal kombat smut#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x you#mk1#mk1 2023#mk x reader#mk x y/n#mk x you#johnny cage x reader#kenshi takahashi x reader#smoke x reader#raiden x reader#kung lao x reader#johnshi#railao#johnshi x reader#railao x reader#johnny cage smut#kenshi takahashi smut#mk smut#raiden smut#kung lao smut#johnshi x railao
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