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blueywrites · 2 months

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the boy is mine (bluey's version)

I saw @carolmunson's writing challenge and was immediately so inspired! what a lovely distraction from some pesky contractions haha. I can't wait to see everyone's interpretations and their takes on our boy eddie 🩵

cw: eddie x fem!reader, established relationship, sfw aside from some lewd innuendos (including an insinuation that his goods make him a man, so traditional 80s-esque views on gender identity)

length: 1.9k

prompt rules: the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer. props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook. dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order): "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" ; "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true." ; "and you like that?" ; "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

to view the full challenge description and try it yourself, go here!

When you arrive at Eddie’s trailer home this early summer evening, you are faced with two surprises. The first is delightful, and the second… well. Let’s just say it is, unequivocally, a very Eddie Munson type of surprise.

The first comes when you rap on the screen door frame and hear Eddie’s greeting float to you not from within the trailer, but from behind it. You purse your lips curiously, and your sandals slap against old wood and then dry, frazzled grass as you descend the porch steps and follow the rasp of his voice.

The Munsons’ trailer backs up against the woods surrounding Forest Hills. As you emerge from the side of the building, you see the familiar piles of junk scattered along the sparse treeline, including the husk of an old Buick which has become a permanent part of the landscape. But where the space between the trailer and that treeline is typically empty, tonight, it isn’t. Plopped right in the middle like some garish plastic zoo exhibit is a blow-up wading pool, and the animal on display is your boyfriend.

Eddie’s lanky legs are spread out in as wide a v as he can get them within the round inflatable tub, and his shorts— which are a pair of faded jeans he’d cut off at the knees— are pitch dark with soaked-up water to his lap. When he sees you, he slides down a little further in the basin, unconcerned about the obnoxious sound of denim-on-plastic as he casually slings his arms over the bulbous sides of the pool.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawls, grinning at your flabbergasted face. “Ready to get all soaked for me?”

Once you’ve recovered from that atrocious one-liner, peeled off your blouse, and, wearing just your shorts and bra, wedged yourself in-between his spread legs, Eddie explains that the kiddie pool came from one of his neighbors. She bartered with him for it; he’d provided her with a fresh coat of paint for her deck railing, and she’d provided him, and thus you, with relief from the oppressive summer heat in the form of a shallow, lukewarm pool of metallic-smelling hose water.

It truly is a delightful surprise.

You wiggle into place, leaning back against Eddie’s warm, damp chest. He holds you pressed into him as if you’d have any inclination to move away, and you hum happily as his hand dips beneath the water to curl possessively around your hip. You feel his torso shift to the side behind you as he says, half-teasing, “I ran out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?”

You wiggle your toes in the water, making little rippling splashes as Eddie reaches down over the side of the pool and retrieves your favorite cup— thick, plastic, and Snoopy-themed— filled with your favorite drink— three-quarters lemonade made from powder mix, one-quarter whiskey nicked from Wayne’s stash in the back of the stereo cabinet. Eddie’s chuckle rumbles against your shoulder blades as you cradle your precious brew in both hands, taking a healthy sip and chasing the burn with a sweet peck to his stubbly cheek.

Together, you and Eddie lounge contentedly for a while, talking about nothing and sipping your whiskey lemonades until your toetips prune. Eventually, the day’s oppressive heat breaks, and Eddie reluctantly relinquishes his grip on you when you declare you’re no longer hot enough to be sitting soggy in the pool any longer. You don your shirts, squeeze the moisture as best you can from your shorts, and then heft the pool up sideways, dumping its innards out in a river that rushes toward the forest.

As the water laps up against old tires, your boyfriend turns to you in a whip of eager curls, pinning you with a suddenly intense look. His eyes gleam in the deepening auburn light as he asks you, “Wanna see something cool?”

You follow him obediently over to the Buick, standing back a couple of feet as he wedges his fingers under the front hood to pop the clasp. You watch him curiously as he bends at the waist, shifting the hood up just slightly and peering into the dark sliver of space for a moment. He straightens up with a grin. “What is it?” you ask, but he doesn’t reply; he just lifts the lid, letting you see your second surprise.

There, nestled between metal piping and the side of the rusted-out engine, is a large lump of bristly gray fur. Your eyes dart to Eddie, but his grin hasn’t budged at the sight of whatever-the-fuck-that-is. Wordlessly, you watch as Eddie slowly and carefully eases the hood up, prompting the motionless lump to shift slightly in a rustle of surrounding detritus. With each inch that Eddie’s arms extend upward, your concern mounts as the shifting bundle becomes more and more restless.

And then a textured tail pops out.

It’s long and ugly, sparsely furred and, unnervingly, the same color as the bottom of Eddie’s feet. As the car’s hood creaks near the apex of its journey upwards, a head suddenly snaps up just as sharply from the bristly mound. It is large and white, with beady eyes and a pale pink snout that parts to reveal little vampire fangs jutting from the top and bottom of its maw.

The creature’s mouth widens as Eddie’s torso grows closer when he hefts the hood up all the way. As he lifts the stick on the side to hold it in place, his frizzy waves dangle dangerously over the animal. You tense when you hear a high, raspy hiss.

But your boyfriend doesn’t seem to share your concern. With a long-suffering sigh, he lightly chastizes the thing like he’s scolding a small child. “Look, if you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem.” He stares it down, and slowly, its mouth begins to close. “That’s better. No need to get your panties in a twist; it’s just me. Well, and her—” he juts a thumb at you over his shoulder without bothering to look. “But she’s harmless, I swear.”

Instantly, you’re affronted by the fact that Eddie would need to assure it of your harmlessness rather than the other way around, and you shoot your boyfriend a glare he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy trying to mollify the creature. From a cautious distance, you examine the— rodent?— and its home, quickly recognizing the deflated floral fabric of one of the throw pillows from the Munsons’ couch. The animal has clearly torn a hole into it and dragged out the feathers inside, using them to line its nest of dried grass and crumbling leaves.

A sudden shift of Eddie’s elbow has the thing scrunching back in a flinch. “Aw,” he coos. “Don’t be like that. I’m tellin’ you, she’s harmless.” Silence follows his proclamation, and you shake your head slowly as he pretends to rebut the animal’s complaint. “That’s not even true,” he argues. “You can’t believe everything you hear, y’know. I have it on good authority; she’s one of the nice ones.”

Eddie finally glances over his shoulder at you, pouting at your continued distance; at his impatient beckoning, you draw reluctantly closer, eyes locked on the small beast inside the old vehicle. When you’re a few paces away, you finally see it clearly enough to place what it is:

An opossum.

You sigh heavily out of your nose, consternated but no longer confused. Of course your boyfriend would have a pet opossum living in a rusted-out car behind his trailer, because why the fuck not? He already feeds the stray cats in the park; why would it be a problem to add another cat-shaped creature to the mix?

Figures.

Now that you’ve identified the lump as an opossum, the veil of mystery falls and it becomes less intimidating. You inch a little closer, glancing down when your bare toes hit smooth, hollow plastic. You’ve kicked the empty carcass of a small round container in the grass, and as you peer down at it, its blue and white label resolves itself into clarity.

“Eddie.”

“Hm?” His mop of hair whips as his chin snaps away from the opossum and towards you, though his gaze remains on the animal as if reluctant to drag away. You wait for his eyes to follow before asking, slowly and deliberately,

“...Did you feed the possum vanilla icing?”

You don’t actually need Eddie to reply to know the answer to that. In fact, you don’t even spare him a glance. Instead, you squint at the animal, which is currently staring into the middle distance between you and Eddie with black, glassy eyes. It feels only appropriate to address it directly, so you ask the opossum a follow-up question. “And you liked that?”

“Of course she likes it,” Eddie cuts in defensively, crossing his arms over the tattered WASP t-shirt he’d hacked the sleeves and hem off of. “Who doesn’t like vanilla frosting?”

The sight of his tight pale biceps and the veins running from his ruddy hands up to the tan line around his elbows is almost enough to distract you. But you valiantly persevere, turning your skeptical squint on him and ignoring his rhetorical question to ask instead, “How do you know it’s a girl?”

Eddie’s head rears as if he’s genuinely taken aback by your question. He gestures widely toward the opossum, flinging his arms and scoffing, “Isn’t it obvious? I mean, just look at her fuckin’ eyelashes.”

You blink up at him, bemused by his logic. “Eddie. You have really long eyelashes. Are you a girl?”

Those aforementioned eyelashes bat dramatically, and then Eddie’s brown eyes sparkle with mischief. His lips curl wolfishly as he pitches his voice low, murmuring, “I think you know the answer to that, sweetheart.” He squeezes the crotch of his damp cut-offs showily, that devilish smile widening with delight when you wrinkle your nose and grunt with disgust.

“Perv,” you snap back, but there’s no bite in it as you dig in your blouse pocket and pull out the small bound notebook and stub of a pencil you always carry with you.

He gets nosy then, trying to look over your shoulder as you start to commit the creature to the page. He plants his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle, watching as you carefully scratch down the bugged-out eyes and gaping maw it greeted you with.

The gesture is cute, but in his jostling of you, one of the opossum’s teeth goes horribly jagged. “Eddie! Quit it,” you whine, though your complaint dissolves into giggles when he mouths playfully at your salty neck.

“You drawin’ my little possum?” He murmurs in your ear.

“How’d you manage to make that sound dirty? Actually,” you slant him a deadpan look, “pretend I didn’t ask that. I don’t wanna think about you and that poor possum in any way.”

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t tell me you’re jealous of her, sweetheart,” he teases.

His arms tighten in anticipation of your resistance, but you don’t push him away or even groan like he expects. Instead, you hum happily as he holds you tight against him, leaning into his embrace.

You can almost feel Eddie’s happiness like a physical presence as he sways you gently in place, so freely affectionate in a way that you never would have guessed when you first met him. It melts you every time you remember that the walls which stand in place for everyone else crumbled for you long ago.

With that feeling bubbling in your chest, you shoot the opossum a playfully threatening look. “Back off. He’s mine,” you say.

She tucks her head into the straw with a huff, digging in deeper when you squeal as Eddie attacks the side of your face with sloppy, smacking kisses.

Yeah. Eddie Munson is yours, for sure.

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tearskillstardust · 5 months

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hello hello I have a genshin request!! genshin men Xiao, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Wriothesley, (sperate) x y/n??

It's nothing special but hearing y/n sing for the first time?? She's very quiet and closed about her life but they go looking for them and hear them singing!!

(also shes singing Doria mermaid song!! I would suggest searching that up and listening to it first!! Have fun!!)

-🦇🎀

✎ GENTLE HARMONY... al haitham, xiao, wriothesley, neuvillette.

✎ they hear you singing once, but now that they've heard your mellow voice and seen your vulnerable side, they aren't letting you off the hook about it so easily.

— female reader. no trigger warning except that childe has a crush on scara which may be traumatizing lmao

✧ XIAO

serenity and peace had shaded the brilliant skies a gentler shade of grey as the trees leaned in towards each other in idle chatter.

in the eyes of the yaksha, it was an ordinary view. if the skies were grey, then all it meant was that rain would follow soon after, nothing more nothing less. but in the eyes of his lover, whose romantic nature he had begun to come to terms with and secretly adore, a grey sky meant so much.

it was rejuvenation after the bright seduction of the summer breeze— the first onset of the dance of the peacocks as they spread their wings in all their glory, and the onset of the romance of the lovers who had only recently united.

xiao had known you for as long as he could remember, you had just, sort of been there when he first began serving rex lapis. a nature spirit, rex lapis had simplified after a great struggle of trying to explain what you were. and though your discontentedness with the term was very great, because you were not just a spirit, you decided against voicing your opinions.

part of your reluctance stemmed from the fact that xiao had uncontrollably smiled then, unaware of what he was doing, not having controlled his emotions. he had blushed very harshly after that, and though he never explained the 'why' part of it, you assumed nature was simply a touching subject for him.

the yaksha stopped in his steps.

a lone bird at a distant tree took off in flight, the cranes choosing another spot for rest, complaining about the loud of a certain flute.

a flute.

in these high mountains?

he was the only one around himself he had known could play the instrument —other than a certain peculiar kid dressed in red who said he smelled like a distant past and a longing pain and xiao had to control himself from smacking him— so where did the tune originate from?

he would have moved, he certainly would have if the tune wasn't so melancholic in nature—it was like a paradox almost, bright where it was dull, buoyant where it was heavy, ephemeral where it was harsh.

suddenly, he felt like a young adeptus again, clad in green robes as he stared out into the sky, loud chatter behind him as the rest of his friends talked loudly, exchanging fruits and trinkets they'd got from villagers who thought of them as divine earthly spirits.

'c'mon xiao!', a certain rough hand pat his back, and he was so startled that he would have almost fallen down the ravine had another strong one not grabbed him right then as they dragged him back to the cavern where everyone else was and forced-fed him apples.

'haha! have some apples! especially for the most fearsome of yakshas!'. everyone around him laughed at that, and someone pinched his cheeks when he huffed, red at the teasing.

the memory was too distant for any image to properly solidify, his heart throbbing in pain of revived memories. but strangely enough, he remembered having felt so happy that day—the last day he had seen all of them smiling before everything dissolved to dust.

no, he shook his head, gritting his teeth as he held his spear tighter, ignoring the dull pain in his heart, stupid, stupid memories.

he moved slowly in the direction of the tune, spear in his grasp, agonizingly as though a snake trying to catch sight of the rabbit— and when the rabbit came to sight, his mouth fell open in slight shock.

it was you.

he almost called out to you but then realized that you would stop singing if he did. you had always been private about this side of yours, never quite revealing it to him entirely. he had always been slightly perplexed when zhongli would laugh and tell him about how skilled in the arts you were, and he would always have difficulty accepting his words for he had never even seen you reading a poem, much less sing or perform.

so when he heard you sing, he couldn't help but simply sit down behind the bushes as you completed your tune, humming peacefully, all alone, defneseless.

defenseless.

'so you hate the arts because it makes you weak?', cloud retainer asked him jokingly once when he told her he didn't like songs or arts. he wasn't entirely sure what to say to that response of hers.

'it makes you vulnerable.' he answered her back, clearing his throat.

and it was true.

the vulnerability that danced in your eyes at that moment made his heart mellow with equal parts love and nostalgia. of lost memories, lost friends, lost loves, lost happiness— everything he had lost, he had sacrificed for a single goal born out of devotion. he could not find it in himself to move away from your gentle song, nor did he have the heart to disturb you when you were so much at peace.

so he remained there until you were done, reliving old memories as he got further lost in your song, and he could have sworn your gaze flickered exactly to where he sat amongst the bushes, a smug grin on our features before you turned away, staring serenely at the sky as the downpour began.

✧ WRIOTHESLEY [modern au]

the captain of the baseball team had no business around the club rooms. especially around the music ones. and he knew it.

but when a certain ginger-haired, dumbass of a friend decided that it was best to have a crush on scaramouche, the most introverted, 'golden-kid' guy of the school, he had to decide against his better judgement to look for him around the music rooms where he would often be during afternoons.

but when he came across the rundown music room with the sign 'do not enter' hanging outside it, he was suddenly reminded of you who had been entering the room, continuously sniffing and coughing as you tried to gather the courage to enter, a broom in one hand and a mop and bucket in the other. he snickered quietly, remembering the snarl you had given him like a wounded cat when he offered help.

when he tried remembering who you were, however, his memory betrayed him. he only remembered that he had seen you receiving a reward for an inter-school musical performance you had given, but your name or class was entirely a different matter.

'childe can find out about her,' he thought, and then blushed furiously when he realized he was obsessing over a girl he had seen just yesterday. he shook his head once again, 'no i'm a confident man.'

pause.

actually, not so much.

because as soon as he slid the door open out of pure curiosity —hoping somewhat that if some of the cleaning work would be left, he would do it and act like the prince clad in white robes on a white horse— the sight in front of his eyes almost made him drop to his knees.

you sat in front of the piano, back towards him as you played a melody, your fingers working quickly as your voice filled his ears. you looked so pure and unbothered in that moment that he had to force himself not to march right up to you and ask for your number.

he could not help but stare at your fingers as they worked quickly on the keys, never staying still, and then your mellow voice as you sang the notes perfectly, the highs and lows evident in your voice. he was surprised how touching the song was, and almost complimented you when he felt a hand on his shoulder and almost screamed.

childe pressed his hand further against his mouth and pulled his back, and softly slid the door back in place before looking at wriothesley with a teasing grin.

'so?', he asked suggestively.

'so what? you absolute piece of shit i was about to get down on one knee and—

'do you even know her name?'

pause.

'w-well i will! eventually! '

childe sighed and rubbed his forehead. 'you know what actually? forget i ever said anything about that purple twink. i'll talk to him and this girl for us.'

wriothesley eyed his friend suspiciously, aware of his playboy tendencies. 'oh c'mon,' childe said, smiling smugly, 'i would never flirt with my soon-to-be friend's dearest—

'ugh, shut up.' wriothesley said, completely red in the face. he grabbed childe by the throat and began roughing him up affectionately, both of them laughing loudly in the empty corridor.

'excuse me?'

wriothesley dropped childe and straightened up immediately at the familiar voice. 'oh! hi!'

you eye him once before nodding. 'hi. i'm practising a song, please keep it low.'

he was a bit surprised with your short response but managed to smile nonetheless. 'oh, yup, we're sorry. also, your singing is amazing!'

oops.

to his surprise though, you smiled gently at him and blushed. 'thanks, i wrote it a long time back!' and he had to try not to combust with embarrassment and glee. he smiled widely, red in the face as you went back in and slid the door in place.

oh, he could marry you.

'let my shirt go, dumbass!'

'oh, go to hell ginger. i'll talk to her myself.'

✧ AL HAITHAM

al haitham liked his peace. period.

much to his annoyance, however, kaveh's best friend, you, that is, who was staying over at his place for some time to look after both, him and kaveh because both of them fell sick at the same time, hated silence.

no, not disliked. hated.

in your eyes, it was a day wasted if there wasn't an element of song and loudness in it. you always left a cd playing at the gramophone. you didn't even care about the genre, something just had to always keep playing. and you should always be able to listen to it. otherwise, you start becoming irascible.

once he had turned off the radio that you'd left on even when you were working in the balcony, hanging their clothes to dry and that night, as you placed the cloth over his heated body, you made sure it was extra cold making him hiss loudly.

it wasn't very fair, but he didn't go much against you after that.

he would not have needed your help, but tighnari had insisted that they keep you there to ensure that their viral does not get any worse. he had mentioned some botanical words al haitham was too annoyed to remember and then pushed you in the house, leaving.

still though, with his own fever which was always accompanied by chronic headaches, with his inability to read which was clawing at him, and kaveh's endless chatter about one thing or the other, even he was bound to lose his patience at one point.

today was precisely that day perhaps when he had thought of at least 101 reasons why silence was necessary right now in his house as he strided over to kaveh's study where you were working on your herbology work. or at least he thought you were.

standing right outside the room, he heard a soft tune of singing. right.

now that he actually thought about it, the entire house was quiet except for your soft singing that was infiltrating his ears right now. he had no interest in invading anyone's privacy or being rude, nor was he fond of the arts, but when he heard the softness of your voice, he couldn't help but press his ear further to listen closely.

he was so used to your loud, excited and energetic voice, which always irritated him —no offence intended— that when he heard the softer side of it, the more vulnerable one, he couldn't help but get mellow from the inside. he almost wanted to gag, but even he couldn't deny that your singing voice was beautiful.

he had always had a bit of a lonely life.

not that he was upset with it, no, he almost called it, welcomed it with open arms. he was rich, intelligent, no scratch that, genius, capable and competent. he simply didn't need anyone around.

but sometimes when he stared at kaveh moving around the house, holding a ladle one time, then a stack of books the other, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of emotion— something he couldn't quite place his finger at but something which forced him to smile nonetheless.

and then there had been you. there was nothing in you that the scribe would've liked romantically, initially anyway; you were loud and bright and energetic, always jumping from one task to the other, always had a story to tell and a joke to crack, never quite had a dull moment or a need for rest. he almost laughed every time he saw you interacting with kaveh and the way you two just clicked together—the two most annoying people on earth.

the only two people close to his heart.

wait a minute.

he suddenly realized that your song had stopped, and he immediately skipped from the door to the kitchen, or as far as he possibly, quietly could, when you opened your door and stared at him confusedly.

'scribe?'

'al haitham.'

'same thing, what are you doing here? you need a newspaper?'

he looked where he was standing and found he was in the middle of the hall in the most awkward way possible and then cooked up an excuse quickly. 'uh, yeah, kaveh's being a pain again.'

you snickered quietly and quickly came to where he was, standing on your tiptoes as he instinctively bowed down to let you press your hand against his forehead. when he realized his action, he blushed furiously.

you frowned seeing him all red, 'you still have a temperature, al haitham. go back to bed and if you need something, just call me. i'll bring today's newspaper.'

fuck the newspaper, he thought, quickly walking back to his room—confusing both of you; you, over how weird he was being all of a sudden and himself over why he cared so much for you all of a sudden.

✧ NEUVILLETTE

the chief justice of fontaine.

interesting title.

but the duties that came with the position were not so interesting. don't get the ludex wrong— he loves his people, and his job and he was completely devoted but it's simply that when he can, and wants to, spend time with a fun friend and funnier melusines, it's a bit hard to focus on your work.

it was just that time to time, it was nice having someone around who can alleviate your stress without being loud or obnoxious or landing him in more trouble. and it just so happened that you provided him the perfect gateway for that, his newly assigned guard.

he hadn't insisted on keeping one but wriothesley and clorinde had, telling him about the fragile state of fontaine in these times and how any kind of chances of attack on the ludex remained high and that even though he was the hydro dragon himself, a skilled and trustworthy mercenary was always worth keeping around.

what they never said to him though was that they had also assigned you the duty because they were aware of your jokester nature. they knew that you would entertain him with jokes and keep it light when he was getting too tense. and then there was this empathetic nature of yours, which always allowed you to comfort the hydro dragon when he felt upset.

he was genuinely amused by you. you were a nice influence to have around, with your light-hearted chatter and sweet-spoken self. what he didn't expect though, was that he would start getting so restless when you weren't around. he convinced himself for a week, then two, but when the third week passed without having you around, he wanted to visit you.

you had fallen sick, clorinde had informed him. surely, you would be better by now? where were you then? did you grow tired of being around him? he felt upset at that thought. of course. he never openly admitted to liking your jokes or witty banter, certainly, you hated him now. regardless, it was your duty now, and he didn't really ant any kind of stain on your reputation. he would gladly —well, not gladly— let you leave but with proper documents and papers.

he knocked thrice on your door, only for the door to open with a creak.

negative thoughts infiltrated his mind.

he walked in slowly, expecting anything and everything to jump at him. he looked around slowly as he closed the door behind himself, frowning deeply. then he paused.

a song.

and he was so relieved upon hearing that song that he couldn't help but follow it to its source blindly, the innermost room where you had once told him you kept all your musical instruments. you were playing the song on a lyre, and he could almost imagine your serenity as you pluck at the strings idly, staring out of a window.

you often sang it when it was dark and you were lighting all the lanterns around the place and switching the lights on. there was a certain joy, a promise of love in the sweet song that you often sang that made him love it so much. or perhaps it was not the song at all but the person singing it instead.

he stopped right at the closed door and heard your voice, putting him at peace. he thought about how peaceful you must be in this moment, so vulnerable with your closed eyes and parted lips as you addressed the wind with your gentle song—

'sir?'

the song stopped.

he turned, irritated at the interruption, only to find clorinde standing behind himself, holding a small pouch of herbs. now that the situation sank in, he realized that there was shock in her tone, as though she wasn't expecting him at all. he blushed.

'good evening, miss clorinde.'

she tried hard not to tease him and shushed him by pressing a finger against her lips and quickly hid him behind the cupboard, as he crouched, half embarrassed, half thankful as you opened the door.

'who's there clorinde?' your voice came, albeit a bit softer than its usual pitch.

'oh, it's no one.'

'but you said sir?'

'c'mon be serious, you really think i would address someone if they barged right into our house? i would crack their skull open just like that!'

neuvillette flinched slightly from his place before grimacing.

he sneaked out slowly when the door closed and moved out of the house, making sure to shut the door behind himself. and as he walked back to his quarters, he could not help but feel every emotion known to mankind— love for you, anger at clorinde, sorrow for himself, guilt at entering without thinking, then irritation for overthinking, sulking for not being able to see you and confusion at the fact that he was feeling so much all of a sudden.

one thing was sure though, the ludex had taken a liking to your voice, and when you returned, there was no way he was going to let you finish your shift for the day without singing him the song in your lovely, lovely voice.

i wanna kiss the anon who sent this request! this was so cute and fun<3 and the song was amazing my darling, love you for it! i hope i could deliver what you hoped

also, who wants to help point out what al haitham is feeling? 😌

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hongyangi · 8 months

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golden summer | ksw.

warnings: minors dni, soft dom husband sunwoo, pure smut, afab reader, overstimulation (they went x rounds 💀), pool sex (💀), corruption kink, size difference

word count: 7.9k words

a/n: this is the first time i wrote a smut (and it's this long warahel) so please pardon any weirdly used terms and the likes (i haven't gotten used to it). this is very long and nasty, proofread once (i'm dying). also im so sorry in advance for the typos and repetitive sentences if there are any! i hope reader can enjoy~ <3

tagging: first tag with @deoboyznet

On a hot summer, your husband, Sunwoo, and you have decided to be out of town to stay at a vacation house. You have been married for a few years, doing this and that together. A simple vacation like this is uncommon, however. So whenever your schedules have been cleared, you go out or travel— even if it was planned on the same day.

This vacation too— only being planned when you talked about summer upon waking up cuddled in bed. On a golden afternoon, Sunwoo prepares the meat on a grill and sets up a romantic table for a cute date as well. When you see the golden hour illuminating the sky and sea, you go to the pool of your luxurious vacation house. The view is like a live painting while swimming in the pool. The sky shines hues of pink, gold, and orange during the sunset and the sea seemed like heaven facing the earth.

While setting the table, Sunwoo looked at you, admiring her favorite time of the day. Your half body dipped in the blue water, back facing him. You’re watching the fascinating view as if in a movie, arms resting on top of each other on the edge of the pool. Sunwoo couldn't help himself but to look at his wife and appreciate all of her features.

Sunwoo decided to get into the pool as well without you noticing, arms suddenly hugging you tightly from behind while watching the sunset. His arms wrapped around your waist.

"The sunset is beautiful, love. I love it." Asked Sunwoo, his breath fanning on your ear as he traces his nose behind your temple.

"As much as me?" You giggled, uplifted that Sunwoo still feels excited by your beauty even for a couple of years. A smile brightly painted your face as you turned around to hug him back. Your dazzling body touched Sunwoo's, whose hands rested on your hips. You have your hands around his neck as you share a kiss. The kiss was so tender and sweet and made him want more.

The water on the pool softly splashed when Sunwoo pressed his body against yours, closing the gap. The warm sunset touched your back, and the orange and pink light illuminated the surroundings, touching your skin in golden light.

The two of you shared an intimate moment, Sunwoo's lips connected to yours as if never letting go. He slowly puts his hand on your back smoothly then pulls you closer.

You giggled in the kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach with the position you have shifted to. Your face was on his face, and your lips were just still in touch with each other. He didn't know why he could feel like this, so magical with just a kiss.

More water splashes on your bodies when you try to move. You didn't miss looking at Sunwoo with hooded eyes, watching the droplets of water fall on his stunningly tanned skin. The golden sunset made him glisten and he looked ethereal. While your legs wrapped around him, Sunwoo's hands squeezed your bottom and lifted you up. Your bikini almost fell off from Sunwoo's strong grip.

Your body felt so soft and delicate against his, it was like you were made for Sunwoo. Sunwoo thinks you looked cute while your body was dripping wet and hair messy because of the wind. Sunwoo looked at you with a smile, face still so close you could feel his breath.

He is able to see how your bikini is almost falling off your petiteness. However, Sunwoo lets you cling on top of him, with one of his hands holding your leg and one softly tucking your hair behind your ear. Sweeping the hair from your shoulder, he could see the strap of your two-piece. He smirked, watching his finger play on the strap. Sunwoo twirled his finger and snapped it off. The strap falls off your shoulder until one of your bosoms is exposed to the cold pool. Sunwoo's breath hitched. Your skin looked so delicate and heavenly under the golden and pink sunset.

Every touch from Sunwoo felt nice for your liking. When Sunwoo's hand caresses your hair, you could feel emotions soaring, that touch alone could make your heart beat so fast and feel hot. Watching Sunwoo's finger playfully touch the strap could make you full of desire.

"Please... Touch me more..." You whispered seductively, voice so sweet, it made Sunwoo want to give you what you wanted. Sunwoo repeated what he did on the other side of the strap. Your brassiere fell down under your bosoms, displaying your skin and flesh for him beautifully like a perfect sculpture. Pulling the tied ribbon on your back, he threw the tiny cloth on the pool and it floated somewhere away. He bites his lip and looks at his wife with a smug smile. You playfully hit his arm and the two of you tittered.

There was no need to say anything else, Sunwoo's expression was definitely something else. He couldn't resist, he looked at you like a wild beast who found its prey. His lips pressed into a deep kiss and passionately, his hand went down on your thigh and he started to squeeze it.

You could see Sunwoo's expression changing in every second he looked at you, and it made it even more exciting. The sound of water sloshing slowly stopped, and you realized that you are totally exposed to Sunwoo's view now in silence. You smiled enticingly, feeling a sense of confidence as he admired you like that, you felt like you were the only one in Sunwoo's heart.

In no time, Sunwoo's finger worked on your underwear, ghosting his fingers along the waistband under the water. You looked at him as you bit your lips, heart pounding really hard to which you couldn't believe what you were doing right now, exposing yourself to him in the pool. But the excitement and arousal felt too real, you couldn't deny it, you actually felt amazing to have Sunwoo's gaze like that. As seconds passed by, you could feel how much your body was becoming warmer because of excitement.

"Please..." You couldn't contain yourself anymore, your words were so soft and sweet.

"Do you want it?" Sunwoo asks in mischief. His smirk makes you whine and you nod, "Yes... I want it so bad." His smile got bigger after hearing your words. The look on his face and his little mischief were so hard to resist. It was hot because of the summer, also because of the excitement and arousal that’s starting to immerse in you. Sunwoo kissed you again, he was just so desperate to feel everything all at once. He slowly moved down from your lips to your neck. He nibbled and sucked then moved lower and started pecking on your collarbone and shoulder. From his kisses, your body was slowly becoming more sensitive. Shivers run down your senses.

Your arms clasped together to hold tight on him. Sunwoo moved closer to the side of the pool while carrying you. When you're situated, he lets go of your thighs and pulls his white polo shirt above his head, making it float away with his shorts. His hard length makes contact with the water. Your body felt like it was floating on a cloud, with Sunwoo as your angel. You watched him with half-lidded eyes and hands still gripping his body tightly. Nails grazing the skin of his shoulder blades. Eyes met with Sunwoo's for a moment and it made your heart pound like crazy.

Sunwoo was getting frustrated too, it was impossible to control himself whenever you’re in front of him. "Honey..." His voice whimpers as he sucked on your neck again. You nod to urge Sunwoo to do his thing, naked bodies dancing against each other in the pool. He holds onto your waist then grabs one of your thighs and places it over his shoulder. Your other feet help you balance on the pool's floor. The new position sent you whining as your core made contact with the hard and erect Sunwoo under the water. Sunwoo was so aroused by this moment, and he looked into your half-lidded eyes while enjoying the pleasure of your body. Your bodies made a great pair, they fit so well together. He could see how excited you were and how much you enjoyed this. Your soft moan sent him over the edge and moaning as well.

When Sunwoo pushed himself in, the water splashed and you almost fell. But your arms rested on the edge of the pool and it supported your weight. With the new balance you got, Sunwoo easily pounded on you. You were moaning loud. One leg over his shoulder helped your sensitive spot to stretch for Sunwoo's huge member. Still, it felt so tight. With each thrust, water splashed around and your breasts bounced. Sunwoo put one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked it like he’s an infant.

You looked at the blue water that splashed around and it made you feel a bit dizzy and didn't realize how intense this moment was. But at least Sunwoo was in control so you felt safe. Sunwoo's thrust was going deeper and deeper but it still felt good. His touch made everything feel better. You felt great pleasure in your sweet spot, and your whole body seemed to be on fire. You felt it all the way to your toes.

Your petite body feels so small against him and it drives him insane. It feels like you are so delicate but he wanted to do all nasty things on it. He felt like he's gonna wreck you. Sunwoo's balls touched the skin under your buttocks and it reminds you that he is deep inside. You kept moaning until your voice was hoarse. It's becoming more intimate the more your bodies collide.

You felt like Sunwoo's heaven. The sound of Sunwoo's deep moans is harmonizing with your high-pitched whines like a love song. He devours your left breast again, making sure you get more pleasure. So his other hand played on your right breast, kneading on it. Then he moved his mouth to the other breast like he's having a feast. When his mouth is satisfied, Sunwoo grabs both of your thighs, making sure that he holds you correctly then he makes his speed faster. It made you feel more sensitive. Your breasts were already feeling good but it was getting better each time Sunwoo played with them. The sensations burn throughout your wholeness and you could see Sunwoo looking at you the way he always did, so special and wanted. He was so hot and the way he made you feel so good made him even hotter and sexier. Every time you made love, the feeling was always intense and special.

His violent pounding while in the pool made him bite his lower lip until it's swollen. His eyebrows curled and his eyes half-closed, he couldn't miss watching how their bodies collided though. As well as how his manhood penetrated you. He doesn't wanna stop.

Sunwoo's face turned red. He felt so good and he wanted to keep going. He couldn't imagine stopping at that moment just because your body was wet or dirty. He had lost himself in that passionate moment where he couldn't control his manly instinct and the intense pleasure that he felt in his manhood. Soon, his legs shake and his thrusts become more inconsistent, signaling that he's near his climax. He wants to make sure that he will release inside of you. Your body was trembling too and you couldn't move the way it should because of the position. You felt weak, but couldn't hold on much longer. You felt that this time, you were about to reach the highest peak of pleasure and couldn't hold it anymore.

In a few seconds, you came undone, giving a long moan and you thought that Sunwoo had also finished inside of you. However, you gasp and look abruptly at Sunwoo with eyes wide open when he thrusted again. You can't believe he's not stopping. You mewled, "Sunwoo....." Then your hands gripped on his shoulders. But Sunwoo only looked at you with a naughty and dark grin as he continued penetrating you.

Sunwoo's instinct could hardly stop, it felt like he was on fire. He felt every second, it was like he didn't even breathe at that moment. The way you were shaking made him even more eager to push you to the edge, he wanted to show you how much he can go. He slowly put his hand on your waist and pulled you close so he could dive in deeper, his lips crashing on yours as if devouring you once again. Then he thrusts over and over again, it seemed like he wasn't getting tired. He's so fired up and turned on.

Your mind seemed to be empty of any thoughts. As if you forgot where you were and felt the place ascending. The way you didn't move at all while Sunwoo was putting all his energy in every thrust was so crazy, you even looked like a doll. Sunwoo's thrust was fast, deep, strong and passionate. He liked to dominate you like this, to see you like that while you made love was extremely satisfying and arousing.

Sunwoo carried you out of the pool while his hard length was still inside of your core. Legs wrapped around him so he carries you easily. He found a sunbed and laid you down there. There was no stopping him. Once you’re laid down, he continues his movement.

It didn't make any difference for Sunwoo, he loved when he dominated you in many positions. He had been looking for a moment like this. Pushing you down onto the sunbed, he climbed on top of you. He continued to penetrate hard and deep. It felt so good, he felt a sense of power. But you couldn't move and couldn't ask him to stop.

Instead, you gave your all to him. Intimate thoughts like this make you want Sunwoo more. He becomes slower then he leans into you to give you a passionate kiss again while he thrusts up. The overstimulation sends you to cloud nine. This moment could be considered art.

Sunwoo was still in the mood to go further. He held your chin up and kissed you again with all the passion in the air. His thrusts picked up speed again, his member penetrated deeper. When he felt his climax coming, he pushed in deeper making you moan loud and begging. Your body felt so overwhelmed with how his pace became messier and inconsistent. You trembled as you felt another knot in your stomach coming undone. Your wetness dripped from the tightness of your hole that’s holding him inside. Once you’re finished again, he quickly pulls. Pain makes it sting for your sensitive spot. But to your shock, when you look at Sunwoo, he's standing above you. His hands gripped on his length and his pinkish tip was scattering his wetness on top of your stomach.

What a pleasant, surprising gift. When you looked at Sunwoo above you, you couldn't speak because it was so sudden. Words get stuck in your throat but your eyes speak clearly to him. You never saw Sunwoo like this, he looked so hot, strong and virile. You couldn't believe you belonged to this tall, handsome and virile man.

"That was hot." You complimented, voice still hoarse and still sensitive.

Your smile didn't disappear. In your eyes, Sunwoo was the best man you ever met. Sunwoo still felt the rush of the moment. "I couldn't stop myself."

He was still breathless, with a slight tremble in his hands. He was looking at you with a hint of regret, like he had done something dangerous, but at the same time proud. Then he gently fixes your position, “Wait a moment. Stay there.” Sunwoo says and runs towards a rack of towels and robes to get one. He came back with a towel on his half body and another on his hand. “Stay still.” He says calmly, his tone so angelic for your ears. Sunwoo wipes the stickiness from your body and covers you up as he sits down beside you..

You noticed his apologetic eyes and knew he was contemplating if he hurt you. So you cupped his face and giggled after pecking on his lips. "I loved it." You complimented.

He seemed even more surprised by that gesture. Your laugh and your little peck made him feel warm, like a boy spreading his arms freely under the warm sun.

"You liked it? Really?" He asked, he looked like he was shocked at your pleased giggles. But your satisfaction is enough for him.

"Yes... It's so hot..." You smiled and kissed his cheek this time. An idea came into your mind with a hint of mischief. You whispered in his ear, "I can't believe you did that. I feel like going again." Then your laugh followed.

He blushed after hearing those words, it made his heart race and a spring bloomed in his stomach. If you wanted to, he wouldn't hesitate to do it again. He was so excited about your words.

"You enjoyed it that much?” He looked at you with a smug smile, he was glad that it was you who wanted to go again.

You nod with a playful smile, eyes scanning all the features of his face so lovingly. "Unless you're tired?" You suddenly said with a caring tone but still teasing him.

He laughed. His warm voice making your heart flutter. "I'm far from being tired." The way he said that made it sound like he could go a few rounds more. He was staring at you, thinking that he had never seen that much beauty and innocence in one woman before. How could a woman like that belong to him? He felt too lucky to have you by his side. It’s like it was always warm like summer with you around him.

Even as you spoke, he was still caressing your arms and your sides. His hands moving on your waist and pulling you closer. He really wants you… He wants you so badly.

"Glad to know." You respond with a breathy voice and it turns him on. A small hue of pink painted his cheeks. Then you stood up, naked body walked in front of him. He closely watches you until you do your next move. "Lie down, honey." You suggested and he laid down on the sunbed. Positions switched.

His naked body displayed beautifully on your view. It was getting darker and you're still outside eating each other out. His member is slightly softened now. You sit in between his legs on the sunbed and pull your hair back on your shoulders. You lick your lips to wet them and your face sunk down to meet his erectness.

Your innocent smile made Sunwoo's heart race so fast that he felt confused. He didn't expect you to do that. Especially, occasions like this rarely happen where you take control. But he doesn’t complain. He could feel his body turning hot and his mouth was so dry and hungry. He wanted you so much.

He tried to grab your hair, making it loose like that on your bare shoulders. He also wanted to touch it, that hair was like a sweet temptation. Sunwoo felt a bit embarrassed that you could see him like this. He has always been dominant. But now he finds another side of you that he didn’t expect. But when he felt that your mouth was already sliding down his manhood, he completely forgot about him being shy. His hand that grabbed your head rested there, caressing you.

You started working your tongue around his tip while you were touching his balls. Sunwoo's cock slowly hardened again. He felt too good… too lost in the sensation in this moment, like he couldn't think anymore. He only felt pleasure, so pleasing, so warm and so exciting. He wanted this moment to be longer, he wanted to experience and explore more of you.

Sunwoo closed his eyes, thinking only of you. He enjoyed this moment being so elated, as well as surprised to see that the first one who took initiative for a time like this was you. You glide your tongue on his length as if measuring it. Your nose touches it at the same time so he can feel your breath on his sensitive part. It sends shivers on his spine. You caressed his thick thighs that are flexing its muscles with your hands while doing this.

When you feel his grip on your hair becoming rougher, you open her mouth, lips closing on his shaft down his girth. Then you slowly slide your mouth down, gobbling Sunwoo's length up. He slowly grew bigger inside your mouth. At first, your bobs were slow. You move your head up and down at a steady pace. When he grips roughly on your hair, you feel some of Sunwoo's veins on your tongue twitching. So even when his length doesn't fit inside of your mouth in full, you bob your head up and down at an increased speed.

Every movement that came from your lips and tongue in this moment was sending him in paradise. Your mouth felt so wet, warm and exciting, he wanted to see how far you would allow him to go. He couldn't imagine this moment to be like this. He really couldn't believe he was about to have a moment like this with you.

He looked down at you in awe. You’ve always seemed so innocent and pure, yet so lustful and naughty at the same time. Your face, smile, even your expression— it was all so attractive and he couldn't resist you.

He was moaning continuously and it was music in your ears. The warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue sends him on edge. You want to fit him inside so you hollow your cheeks and sink his length deeper until it's in your throat.

Sunwoo hisses at this. His body became more flushed and hotter. The way you swallowed him drove him insane and he couldn't resist any longer. The feeling was incredibly overwhelming, Sunwoo could feel his heart beating so fast. His eyes seemed to be glazed with desire, face all red and flushed. He let out a slight and quick moan that came from the back of his throat. He didn't know what to do anymore.

You seemed so innocent and truth be told, you haven't experienced any intimate moments with anyone else aside from your husband. He was wondering where you learned all of these and how you know how to please him so well. But when he remembered this information, he became more turned on because he realized it was because of him. His corruption to your innocent mind makes him more excited and at the same time, content and delighted.

When you swallowed his length, your lips touched the skin of his testicles and your throat bulged. Sunwoo blushed upon knowing he is completely inside your mouth. When the sound of your lips and saliva became louder, he groaned again. He tugs on your hair more roughly, and you gag on his length and start to drool. Your eyes are sent to the back of your head making you look very erotic in front of Sunwoo.

Sunwoo felt a sense of power, he felt he had taken over your mind. He loved the idea that you have been corrupted by him. With one hand, he kept pulling on your hair, with the other, he caressed your hair on your shoulders as he felt himself twitch. Every move of his made your body shake and he felt like he had succeeded in dominating you.

It was so hot, so thrilling. Sunwoo was feeling like his whole mind and body was under your spell too. He is addicted to the moment he was having with you right now. Sunwoo kept tugging on your hair, making you gag more. He seemed like he wanted to put you in a position where he could see you more… and touch more.

Sunwoo couldn't make words come out of his mouth anymore, he was lost in this moment where both of you were so passionate and eager. It was like he had been hypnotized. He was really lost and felt like he was going to explode with so much love, desire and lust. No longer in his own world, there was nothing else except you and those sweet lips. He was too hungry, too eager, too thirsty, it was like madness.

In a few minutes, when you slowly pulled your head up but still kept Sunwoo's shaft in your mouth, you gulped and sucked on his tip. The sight was so provocative. You kept driving Sunwoo crazy, moaning, and gasping. He swallowed breaths that he couldn't get off of his throat. His legs shook and suddenly, his white liquid came splurging inside your mouth until it spilled.

Sunwoo felt a feeling of satisfaction and excitement. He couldn't hold himself, he was shaking and he couldn't stop his loud and long moans coming out of his mouth this time. He felt like his body had released all of the stress and pressure that had built up inside him for a long time. He looked at you who was sitting in front of him while slowly licking his juices.

He watches with a smile and couldn't help but be so proud. He could see that you felt exactly the same way as him. Sunwoo was beyond pleasure, he was way beyond all this. His mind almost went blank because of the intense sensations. He couldn't find the word to describe how good that felt.

Then you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and gasp for air. You couldn't believe you just did all that. With chest heaving up and down, you calmed your heavy breathing. When Sunwoo sees this, he sits up and cups your cheeks. "You did so well, love." He compliments, making you smile so proudly. You were still in the atmosphere of that moment. You looked at Sunwoo with eyes full of longing and love. The smile that came after he praised you was like a sweet reward in your heart.

"I'm glad." You felt so full of love for Sunwoo. Too good and full of life. You also felt bliss engulfing you, because you thought you had succeeded in making the man by your side very happy. At this moment, you claimed yourself the best wife in the world.

Sunwoo caresses your back while you catch your breath, smiling so softly. But behind his smile, he still has a plan to reward you for making him feel so good and looking so sexy in front of him. It makes him giggle, which you only understood as a loving gesture instead of the naughty idea.

When your chest relaxes, he compliments you again and pats your back. It was already night time when you finally took consciousness of the surroundings. You both laughed after seeing that the golden and pink sky has turned dark blue decorated with shining pearls called stars.

"Well, we took our time." He giggles with you. Sunwoo was still caressing your back. His other hand was roaming everywhere, he couldn't help himself because his wife was just so beautiful.

Sunwoo then leaned in close to you again, his eyes filled with desire and his mouth so close to your ear. He whispered softly, "I love you so much, my love." His tongue softly licks your ear and he smiles at the reaction it brought.

You giggle and realize his desire hasn't died down yet, "I love you too." You whisper close to him, and add, "What are we gonna do next?"

Sunwoo slowly pulled you to him, his eyes full of desire. He then whispered seductively and so lovingly at the same time, "I want you, baby... right now. And I want to reward you for that."

You laughed, but the feeling was because of being so wanted and loved. "Make me feel good?" You asked in a teasing tone as you looked at him and spied on his lips. Sunwoo couldn't say anything, his lips were already taking on command and closing on your sweet ones, embracing you once again in another delicious kiss. His hands were so eager to touch and caress everything on your body that gave him so much happiness, love and desire.

He caressed your cheeks while you tilted your head. When Sunwoo breaks away from the kiss, he wraps the towel he took earlier around your body. Then he carries you to the dinner table and places you on top of it, where he set up the dinner earlier that was now untouched and forgotten. You laughed when you realized that you hadn't eaten what you prepared earlier. "I could have you as my meal all day." Sunwoo says with a wide grin on his face as he looks down at you.

You laughed so much, so free and excited. You looked overjoyed to be in this moment with your man. His words were so romantic and so naughty at the same time. You couldn't resist being more provocative with Sunwoo. So without hesitation, you lifted your leg and put it on Sunwoo's knee. You looked at Sunwoo with a seductive look in your eyes, it's like you were teasing him again.

"Then you'd better eat me." With this said, it was as if you were seducing your husband right in front of his eyes. He chuckles shortly and leans into you, placing his hand on the small of your back, "Gladly."

Sunwoo didn't waste time to give his lovely wife open-mouthed kisses. It's as if he could swallow you. He removed the towel from your body and dropped it on the grass. The two of you continued making out for a while.

The romantic table was set up with a vase of fragrant flowers, expensive red wine and wine glasses, and fairy lights— you sit on top of the table sprawled out to Sunwoo as if you're the main dish. Sunwoo loves that idea.

He leans into your half body, laying down on the table while your feet rests up on the edge, spreading your legs open. Sunwoo smirked as he saw your cunt glisten with the fairy lights. It's so seductive.... Making him harder.

Sunwoo was too attracted to this position that you offered to him. He was too excited to touch his wife's wetness on the dinner table. He wanted that moment very much, so he couldn't resist his needs and immediately placed his hand on it.

When he touched it with his fingers, he felt a mixture of desire, pleasure, and madness. He couldn't resist and wanted to taste you too. You were, on the other hand, biting so hard on your lower lip until it's swollen. As you wait for his next move, one hand rests on the edge of the table, gripping the white cloth that was covered on it.

Sunwoo rests his palm below your stomach, his wedding ring cold on your skin. His other hand's thumb drawing circles on your folds. He hears your moans signaling him that pleasure is taking over your body. He smiles, pleased with your sounds. It was like music to him that he could play all day long.

His thumb continued making circular motions on your clit. Then he used his other hand to open the folds with his middle and pointer finger. His thoughts are so dirty right now. He was wondering how you're still so tight after penetrating you so many times now. It's a sight to behold.

Sunwoo's thoughts were so dark and so bad, his hands trembled as he caressed his wife's folds and teased your clit with small ministrations. All those fantasies that Sunwoo had in his mind, he was doing right now, on the dinner table. So exciting and so naughty, like his desire for you was overflowing.

Your breathy moans made Sunwoo even more excited, he really couldn't wait to taste you again, to smell you, and make you whimper under his touch. He wants to make all those fantasies into reality and make the love of his life feel good at the same time.

On the other end, you look up at the beautiful sky decorated with the moon and the stars. It feels so unreal and heavenly. Your arms reached out to the stars as if you could hold them. Suddenly, your back arched and your moans came out from the back of your throat. Your arm that was reached up to the sky is now grabbing your hair, and resting on your mouth as you bite that hand out of pleasure.

All your reactions were caused by Sunwoo who dives his nose on your folds to smell you, and gives one long strip of lick on it. He tasted you like you're an ice cream melting in his hands. Sunwoo swallowed your taste and brought two of his fingers inside his mouth to wet them. After wetting his middle and ring finger, he inserts it inside. Your toes curled out of pleasure the same time Sunwoo curled his fingers inside.

Sunwoo really couldn't contain his eagerness. His lips and nose were busy tasting his wife, while his hands were so eager to please, to touch, to caress. It's only a matter of time before he will give you the ultimate satisfaction.

"Your taste is so addictive… Hm… I can never forget this, my love." Sunwoo hums with a proud smile. He licked his fingers clean, there was a little bit of his saliva mixed with the taste of your arousal. That was really the tastiest thing Sunwoo ever had, he couldn't stop thinking of it.

Sunwoo then caressed the lips of your folds and inserted his fingers again to make you moan. He pushes them in and out like how his length works inside of you. You moan out of pleasure... At the same time, his slender fingers are not enough for your throbbing core. It was pleasurable, but you wanted more. However, you couldn't get words out of your mouth, only pretty sounds for Sunwoo.

Your reaction made Sunwoo even more aroused. He started licking and tasting your cunt again and again with his lips and tongue. He sucks and nibbles on it like you're a main dish from a hefty meal, it was like a forbidden fruit that he couldn't afford to miss or refuse.

Sunwoo was so obsessed with you, your taste, as well as your scent. He always thought you were like a delicious fruit, he could never get tired of tasting your nectar all day if he could. He wanted more, and more.

You couldn't contain yourself as well, with a voice stuck in your throat, body twitching so much, and legs trembling uncontrollably. Your voice was in between a moan, and your breathing was also unstable. Sunwoo's hand made you moan out loud, all you could do was surrender to Sunwoo that was too good for your liking. All the senses were already confused in a state called ecstasy, you felt like flying in that moment.

Not long after, when you were tortured and wet enough, he pulled his fingers out and licked them again. He swallowed all the taste, wetness, and scent... like his favorite meal.

Sunwoo wanted to taste more of you so he leaned down to eat you out again one last time, before doing the ultimate. But his peripheral vision caught the bottle of wine that rests on the dinner table. He scoffs shortly and a smirk crossed on his face. Dirty thoughts filled his mind.

"Honey, I want you to have a little drink. I made sure this wine is really good, you'll see." He grabbed the bottle of the top-class wine from the dinner table and poured it on the glass to offer it to you.

Sunwoo saw the look of excitement that he wanted. He was hoping that you would say "yes" to his invitation to try the wine he prepared especially for your supposedly romantic dinner. Then Sunwoo's plan will be complete.

Your eyes fluttered open upon hearing his voice speaking to you. You propped your elbows on the table to lift your torso up and look at him. You saw how Sunwoo was pouring the expensive wine on two of the wine glasses on the table. He's smirking.

"Come on, drink a little. I know you're curious about how this wine tastes." Sunwoo's eyes stared at you as you felt his hand caressing the back of her neck. You blushed a little, face full of sweetness and clearly excited. Without hesitation, you held out your hand and took the wine glass. You sniffed it first, your sense of smell is good.

The smell of the wine is promising. Its bitter smell mixed with the smell of a fruit, and it feels so romantic and luxurious. Sunwoo caressed your cheek with the back of his finger and offered you cheers. The wine glasses made a clang sound against each other then the two of you drank the red wine. At first you both took a small sip, and so many feelings rushed through your bodies. The sweet aftertaste lingered on your buds. This red wine really suits your preference and makes this moment even more romantic. You slowly finish your glass, and it was getting more and more delicious by the second you drank the wine. When you're done, you savor the aftertaste and let the alcohol be absorbed by your body and consciousness. Your eyes looked up at the sky.

Aside from the sensual moments you're having right now, you thought this is really romantic. Being touched by the warm sunset earlier, splashing with water, and now making love under the starry night sky. You suddenly thought if it would rain right now, would it be more romantic and sexy? You chuckled to yourself, getting lost from the thought and drunkenness.

Suddenly, you felt some liquid pouring on your skin. You surprisedly looked at the sight in front of you, Sunwoo was pouring the delicious red wine on your stomach down to your sensitive cunt. He has been watching you get lost in the sensation of alcohol sipping through your body.

You gasp at the sight, moaning out at the provocative gesture from Sunwoo. Your head feels dizzy because of this idea, the imagination of rain pouring down on the two of you, and the alcohol that had been absorbed by your body. Meanwhile, Sunwoo is elated by how you reacted. Satisfied at your reactions and turned on with what he's doing. He places down his wine glass and takes a seat on the chair. It seemed as if he's ready for another meal.

Your breathing became heavier because of the cold wine. Then you felt Sunwoo's thick tongue licking a long stripe on your folds. He closes his lips on your clit and sucks you... Tasting the bitter red wine from your sensitive area mixed with his saliva your salty wetness.

"Mmm, you taste so good..."

Your eyes were closed, too excited again to feel Sunwoo's lips and tongue, that sweet sensation made your moans get louder and higher like an orchestra. You couldn't control the feeling and had to let go, you had to surrender to this moment right now.

He was so turned on, his heartbeat sped up, all he wanted was to make you even more turned on, he didn't care what position he ended up in, even though it probably looked obscene.

Soon, his tongue prodded your entrance, licking your walls. You kept mewling, arm thrown over your eyes. The heavenly feeling controlling all of you. The knot in your stomach came undone, and your orgasm mixed with Sunwoo's saliva and some of the red wine dripped down your body. You heaved breathily.

Then the sound of the chair grazing the ground was heard. Sunwoo stood up, your legs suddenly wrapped around his neck. The position is so obscene that it turns him on and your still sensitive cunt clenched.

His long and hard member entered you painfully slowly, your body writhing with so much pleasure. You even felt it deep in your soul. Those sweet and warm moans made Sunwoo more aroused, even with that position he seemed to enjoy it so much. Then you took a slow and hard movement together, those soft sounds and the scent of your bodies mixed together made you feel so alive.

Your movements became quicker and more intense, moans synchronized like a harmony. The sound of skin making contact with skin rang in your ears while you felt like floating in heaven.

Meanwhile, your eyes became a little teary. You felt dizzy but good. Sunwoo made you see the stars as he pounded into you. Literally though, the stars in the night sky were displayed above you. With half-lidded eyes, you saw the stars in the sky... And as much as Sunwoo pounded your insides, you felt like floating and you could feel the sky getting close to you. You entered subspace. Sunwoo felt like he's in heaven too. His subspace makes him unaware of his pace. His speed voluntarily picks up, making your inner-thighs red and walls clenching tightly around his member. The glasses and vase on the table now rolling somewhere on the green ground.

You were so full of this moment, it was as if your soul had been set free that you couldn't feel anything but pleasure and extreme happiness. You were so overwhelmed and were already dreaming.

A knot in your stomach slowly forms. Sunwoo felt that you were close. He's happy upon knowing it. He continued his speed then he picked up the bottle of red wine again, opened it and leaned down. One of his hands propped on the table while the other poured wine on your breasts.

Your eyes flung open. While your legs are over Sunwoo's shoulders, you drop it down out of exhaustion but Sunwoo caught them on his arms so he's still spreading them out. It made the bottle of wine fall from Sunwoo's hands and the wine spilled on your chest. You wrapped your arms on Sunwoo's neck to give him a passionate kiss. You gave each other open-mouthed kisses as if devouring each other.

While you are feeling the pain and knots in your sweet spot, Sunwoo's kisses send ticklish senses to your body. His mouth went down on her chest, hands squeezing your breasts together to gather the wine that's pouring down your body. His lips closed on the bridge between the two mounds and he sipped the wine from there.

Your moans were getting louder as Sunwoo sucked the wine dry from your breasts. He sips the wine dry until only your skin can be touched by his tongue. He licks the skin and nibbles the flesh. It leaves red marks on your skin. Sure enough, it will turn purple and bruise you up.

With a loud thrust of his length touching your sweetest spot, you gasp for air. The knot slowly untied, your body shook and trembled, and your juices came leaking down. Sunwoo's seed meets yours. You moaned together as if in a musical. The feeling of the sticky liquid being mixed inside of you, and dripping where your bodies are connected felt so ticklish on your skin.

After your release, which you couldn't count anymore, your head nuzzled on the crook of Sunwoo's neck. You bit the skin between his neck and ear, giving a red mark too. You were panting, gasping, catching your breaths.

Sunwoo was in a frenzy, the way he moaned and groaned was not like someone who was in control of himself. His voice got to the point of screaming, his nails were in a rush to find and mark your skin while he pushed his body against you. Sunwoo's breath was so loud and so rapid, he was shaking so much, he couldn't even speak at this moment. The pleasure was just too great for both of you and it could only be explained as madness and euphoria.

As soon as you finished, the satisfaction felt like a relief. You couldn't control your feelings, your voice, even your breath. Your body trembled and your legs couldn't stop shaking. Sunwoo's body was the same, like in a dream, his body trembling, sweating, and panting hard. The two of you were exhausted after that. But satisfied.

You knew it was definitely worth it. Sunwoo remained silent with you for a few minutes. He closed his eyes because he felt dizzy, he couldn't explain what he felt at that moment. The feeling of being covered by his body and being held was very nice for you. You felt his arm gently hugging your upper body that kept unmoving from exhaustion.

You're in a more comfortable position, Sunwoo sitting on the chair in front of the dinner table and you being straddled on Sunwoo's lap. He's hugging your body and touching its curves. Your faces were so sweaty but became slightly relaxed. This moment was indeed very worth it for your body and soul. You were filled with such sweet feelings that made you unable to speak. You couldn't even move. As for Sunwoo, he just kept watching you as if he didn't want to leave this feeling of love, intimacy and ecstasy. Sunwoo smiles as he removes the wet hair from your sweaty forehead to the back of your ear. "You're so beautiful, my love." He suddenly compliments.

It was as if you were falling asleep in the arms of your beloved one because of how sweet and relaxing this moment had become. You could feel Sunwoo's hand gently caressing your back and face, especially on your cheeks, it felt warm.

The scent of wine mixed with the smell of sex is intoxicating. It flooded your senses. You felt as if staring at each other's faces stopped the time. You smiled softly at each other. "I love you." You told each other in sync. It made you burst into sweet laughter. Sunwoo laughed with you, realizing once again how much he adores you.

There was nothing to make the two of you uncomfortable. You were both in bliss, like there's nothing left to do but to enjoy these moments together. Sunwoo hugged you tight, he couldn't get enough of this closeness.

When it comes to Sunwoo, you seem like you lose control of your body. He is dominant and stern. But also very caring, sometimes rough. Whatever he does, you just give up control and offer yourself to him.

Little to your knowledge, Sunwoo is almost the same. The difference is that he wanted to dominate you most of the time. He loses control to be gentle, to keep himself from exploring you. He couldn't resist his wife's whole being.

Even in non-sensual moments like this, Sunwoo can't resist your cuteness. He always wants to take care of you. He always wants to be by your side. And you are overjoyed at the knowledge that your husband is so drawn into you.

"You deserve a good rest." Sunwoo tells you. His smile softens and it's pure. You nod and let him cover you up with the towel that he picked up again. Once he covers his lower body with the towel he got earlier, he carried you like a princess inside your warm and spacious vacation house and he takes care of you until you fall asleep in his embrace.

Oh, you're gonna be so sore in the morning.

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fuxuannie · 1 year

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If requests are open can I request a Romantic Jing Yuan x Reader where he meets them after the Luofu crisis after centuries of thinking they were dead? Like, Reader went into hiding after being attacked and designated marastruck (When they arent) so it took them a while to come back to the Luofu. Any format, hurt/comfort please! If this isn't your alley or your requests aren't open please delete this! Thank you very much and have a nice day!

↳ pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : in the generals free time, he decides that it's about time to face the person in his memories that he seems to have forgotten.

↳ authors note : hi!! um, i rlly dont wanna do this whole thing in one post sooo.. part two :D? I promise, I PROMISE i'll be writing it within the day and i'm so sorry requester for the inconvenience! if anyone would like to be tagged in the second part, please let me know! ♡

When JING YUAN imagines his younger years, he has a very vivid and blurry memory of a figure that he believes was once a friend he held dear in his heart.

A bright sunny day, a calm summer breeze and two potential Generals trained side by side. They tirelessly swing their swords, counting together; "9996, 9997, 9998, 9999, 10,000!"

"A Cloud Knight must never let slip their weapon, nor let slacken their form!"

"Yes, master!"

He can remember someone by his side, answering the same thing at the same time. He turns his head to look at them, seeing the focused expression as they looked at their master and watching it change to one of excitement once their gaze met Jing Yuan's.

"Can you believe it? We're Cloud Knights in training.. not only that, one day, you'll get to be the General!" Their voice, as sweet as a song, would echo in his mind over and over. It was so familiar, yet every time he could almost grasp an idea, it slips through his fingers as he's lost on who exactly this was in his memory.

Why was it all so hard to remember? As if his mind was refusing to recall all the important details, he could clearly remember their form, their voice and their clothes but.. he thinks that if he tried to look in their face, it would be nothing but a blur. A familiar blur, but unrecognizable nonetheless.

He racks his brain to think of another memory, but an all too familiar ache in his heart would appear when he tried. Was it due to his masters presence in most of them? Or was it something about these memories that brought along such a wave of sadness? The General was unsure of he answer, but he forced his mind to recall the events of that day.

"Heed this oath, as clouds that cover the heavens.. will the Knights protect the Xianzhou. Draw!"

"Yes, master!"

As the young man raises his blade, his eyes fall upon the crowd and can see them again. Amidst the people, they stood there with clear joy in their aura, even if their face was impossible to see, he could tell they were smiling from ear to ear at his moment. Jing Yuan's eyes sparkle at the sight, before looking up at his sword with determination in his heart.

"As clouds that cover the heavens, will the Knights protect the Xianzhou!"

There it is again. Another time in his life, one that he holds dear to him, they were there. It seems like everytime he thought of his years as a young Cloud Knight, their blurry face was in each and every memory. A part of him viewed it as something a little haunting, but a majority of his senses felt it was oddly.. bittersweet. Something about all of this, there must be a reason.. right?

And though unconciously, a memory came to mind. One that he believes he buried deep into his conciousness, as he feels a shiver through his body at the thought.

"H-he doesn't recognize us."

He sees them tightly grip their sword, yet a clear hesitation within their stance. Then he realizes the Mara-struck Cloud Knight that stands infront of them, it seems like they have to attack in order to protect themselves, but the way their hands shake makes the action nearly impossible. He sees how they take a few step back, disappearing from his peripheral vision as he was to focus on the danger that poses a threat ahead.

Before it could strike, Jingliu strikes it down with no remorse nor regret evident on her face. Her back is turned to Jing Yuan, who's expression is filled with conflicted emotions. "To become stricken with mara is to be a long-life species. If I too become stricken in times hereafter, you both must not hold back.

There's silence, before Jing Yuan opens his hesitant lips.

"Yes, master."

But his voice being the lone one to answer confuses him, he turns his back and he could feel his heart drop at the realization that they were no longer by his side.

His eyes widen, scanning around the rubble and flames that surround them, yet nothing is there. Nothing but your sword on the ground, and a pool of blood surrounding it. He opens his mouth, but no name escapes his lips to call for. More panic seems to seep into his reality when his Master tells him its too late, that they need to assist the others before people meet a fate similar to theirs, as he tries to call for a name he doesn't know. It's right there, it's right there at the moment he just needs to remember it!-

"(name)!"

There it is. The answer he'd been looking for, the name of who he's forgotten for so many years. Your name. Your name that was once deemed unforgettable by his tongue, with how naturally it would be recited at his every waking moment.

Now everything seemed a little clearer, how each and every memory made sense as your face began to appear in place of the blurry expression in each and every one of his thoughts. How he could see your smiles at your best, your tears at your worse and your anger when it would take over all your other emotions. You.. you were the person that meant everything to him. So why, why did he forget you? How could he have forgotten the person who gave him a purpose, who without, he wouldn't be who he is today?

And yet as his mind returns to that day, the day he returns back to the Alliance with nothing but your sword in hand and a heart full of regrets.. he knew the answer. Because it was much easier to forget, rather than to live life with a heart with too many words to say yet the person who was supposed to hear it no longer being around.

He knew that every day he'd blame himself for the loss of your life, that he'd spend his life visiting a gravestone that held no corpse. Because no matter how long he'd search the rubble caused by the attack, there was no corpse. Which only proved further his worse fear, that you had joined the fate of the master you both once trained under. Yet of the three, one remained. One remained to live with the guilt of surviving, and being the reasons both were no longer around.

One soul he failed to protect, the other he killed in order to do so.

How cruel the galaxy was to bring such weight upon one mans shoulder to bear alone. No shoulder to cry on, family to confide in or friends to share a drink with. He was a General, and had priorities to focus on before his own feelings.

Speaking of which, one of the many Cloud Knights had burst into his office with exhaustion in their lungs and an aching pain all over their body. "General." The Knight called out, bowing respectfully as Jing Yuan snaps out of the daze he was in for a long while. "We've caught a suspicious person just outside the main center, many suggest you will decide on the fate of this suspect." He explained, in which Jing Yuan nods his head and stands from his desk. "Well.. alright then. I suppose I could do so."

"By the way.. General, I hope that this isn't prying too much but.. you seemed a little lost for a few moments. Is everything alright?"

A smile forms upon his lips as he interlocks his fingers behind his back.

"Just remembering an old friend, is all."

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader

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broken-glass-puppet · 1 year

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I saw your request for Wally requests and I'm here to fill that void!

I have three requests but you can do how ever many you want!

Wally jealousy head canons (male reader)

a one shot of tad bit of an obsessive/and or jealous Wally with a very friendly s/o (male reader)

(they kinda go hand in hand hahaah)

and a valentines day one shot (male reader as u might've guessed hahaha)

I love that silly little man

Wally jealous Headcanons

🎨👁️• Okay, he's SUPER jealous

🎨👁️• If you are talking to another person he won't do anything if is poppy, or frank or any other neighbors

🎨👁️• oh but if is someone he doesn't like or someone flirting with you, haha prepare for a extremely jealous wally

🎨👁️• WILL stare at that person a lot, making them uncomfortable, maybe he will grab your hand and kiss it for you to give him attention

🎨👁️• if he's felling "flirty" he will slide his hand to your hips, maybe even squishing it a little

🎨👁️• once you get home, prepare for

a) a angry make out session who will leave you blushing and with love bites everywhere

b) Willy not understanding why were you talking with that person and making you flustered by all the things he said to prove he's better

c) angry cuddles and his face buried in your neck mumbling he's not jealous

🎨👁️•he will not kill that person, unless they did make you uncomfortable or they got to flirty

🎨👁️•he knows you are beautiful but you are his so fuck them

My precious flower

(one shot time)

⚠️TW⚠️: heavy dark topics such as

•blood, dead mention, staring, insinuation of SA/sick guy who flirted with you but is just plain cat calling [if you are uncomfortable with this topics, please don't read, i don't care about views here, your health is more important, please take care 🩵]

It was a sunny beautiful day at Welcome Home, you moved here just 4 months ago but everyone was so friendly you couldn't go, specially wally, he's super attentive and caring with you, almost a bit creepy but he isn't creepy, right?

Anyways, you were in your garden reading in the ground, it was summer so you where wearing [insert here your election of clothes] you were reading just to hear a whistle

"woah, look what we got here, hey cutie? Are you single?"

You stood up and walked to him, a bit scared

"no, I'm not, i have a partner, please could you go now?"

"oh playing hard to get i see... well if you don't want a date..."

He grabbed your wrist hard

"I'll make you have one with me"

You squirmed a bit but you calmed when you heard a friendly voice

"oh no, that wouldn't be nice, come with me gentleman"

Wally grabbed the guy and winked at you

Some hours have passed and wally come into your home, covered in what you supposed as red painting, he went to clean himself and came to you, both of his hands in your hips and his face buried in your neck

"you are mine just mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine"

He looked at you, and kissed your cheek,

Lets say you two had a really good cuddle evening with romantic movies

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deans-queen · 2 months

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Romantic Getaway 🌊☀️

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Y/N)

Plot: You (Reader) and Jensen go on a much needed vacation to Bora Bora to rekindle your love for each other.

Inspired by the song: More by 5 Seconds of Summer (also including lyrics from …Ready For It by Taylor Swift)

Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), oral (female & male receiving), skinny dipping, mature and sexual language.

special credit to my best friend for helping me with the smut

Readers P.O.V.

This past month has been super stressful. Jensen has been gone non-stop working on Supernatural and we’ve barely had any time together. And when we do, it’s usually in an argument. It wasn’t good for our relationship. I really wanted to talk to him about it but I couldn’t find the right words to express how I was feeling. I just know we needed to have a conversation.

We’re speaking different tongues communicating

Right through the bedroom wall

And as we fall time is frozen

I was in the living room sitting on the couch when I heard the door open.

Jensen was walking in and he was on the phone. He seemed stressed.

“Yeah, Jared I know. We’ll get the scene right. I gotta go.”

He hung up the phone and set it down on the counter.

I got up and walked towards him.

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?”

“Long and exhausting, Jared and I are still working on this one scene and we can’t seem to get it down.”

“Ah,” I said. “Listen, there’s something I wanna talk to you about.” I said, while taking his hands.

“Yeah, and I think I know what it is..” He said.

“You do?”

“Yeah, we haven’t spent much time together and I'm so sorry about that babe. But I'm gonna make it up to you. I know I’ve been distracted with work but that's gonna change from now on. I wanna get back to us because we used to have more.”

Why does it feel like we're missin' out?

Like I'm standing behind the door

I just wanna get back to us 'cause we used to have more

He handed me two plane tickets, with a destination to Bora Bora on it.

“Oh my God, Jensen! This is amazing, I can’t believe you did this for us!” I exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

“Well believe it baby, now go pack your bags. We leave in an hour!”

When we got to Bora Bora, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was so beautiful and peaceful. The weather was warm but not too hot. Palm trees swayed in the clear blue sky. I couldn’t believe Jensen did this for us.

We got to our hotel and it was so beautiful. The room was huge, it had a King size bed with roses in the middle. A big master bathroom and to top it off, a balcony with a beautiful ocean view.

We decided to change into our swimsuits and head to the beach.

Jensen put on some swim trunks and I put on a sexy white bikini that showed off my body flawlessly. It also complimented my tanned skin.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Jensen was practically drooling.

After doing fun beach activities such as snorkeling, swimming with dolphins and playing together in the ocean we wanted to relax and just listen to the sound of the waves. We walked around and found this secluded area so we could experience some alone time together.

Island breeze and lights down low

No one has to know

In the middle of the night

In my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby

Jensen layed down a towel and I layed down right next to him. We got right down to business. Jensen grabbed my face with his strong hands and started making out with me, sucking on each other's tongues while rubbing his hands all over my body.

He whispered “You want this baby?”

I replied with “Yes Jensen, I do” I said breathlessly.

“This bikini is very sexy but I’ve been wanting to take it off you all day.” He said while kissing my neck.

He untied my bikini top carefully and slowly, being very sensual. My nipples were hard and glistening with sweat coming off my body. Jensen took my boobs in his hands, running his fingers around my nipples. He took his tongue and began sucking and flicking each one. I moaned and threw my head back in pleasure. He kissed down my belly button and ripped off my bikini bottoms, untying the strings with his teeth. He then began to lick and suck on my pussy, making me moan and scream his name “Oh Jensen! Yes right there.” I said. Our hands intertwined while he was licking my pussy. At this point I told him to stop, I could no longer wait. I needed him now. I wanted him to stick his dick inside me. He looked at me with his sexy smirk and decided to tease me. He pulled down his swim trunks and began rubbing his dick all over my clit, just barely putting it in and taking it out. I was getting sexually frustrated. He looked over at me and laughed. His green eyes glistened under the sunlight.

“You’re so eager for me baby.”

“Yes, I know Jensen.” I said, smirking at him.

One last time he rubbed his dick on my clit super fast to the point I started to squirt. By then he stuck it in and we both started to moan.

“Feel good baby?“He said while gazing at me.

I said "Oh yes baby.” I grabbed onto his arms while he was thrusting inside me back and forth in missionary and within minutes he told me he was going to cum.

He pulled out and came all over my face, he said “Oh fuck baby I didn’t mean to cum all over your face“ he said chuckling.

“It’s okay I don’t mind.”

I was in shock because I actually enjoyed the thought of his delicious cream all over me.

I kissed him and said while winking at him, “Well I’ll be in the ocean when you’re ready for round two.”

By then, the evening came around. A few minutes later we both ran and jumped into the ocean naked, the water was freezing but we didn’t care. I instantly jumped into his arms and he placed me right on his dick. I wrapped my legs around his body holding him tight while thrusting back and forth on his cock. He kept telling me “Don’t stop sweetie” with a cute giggle.

I told him not to pull out, he smiled and said “Are you sure?”

I said moaning, “Yes baby, I want you to fill my pussy up.” Within seconds I started to feel the warmth of his cum fill me up. We released our orgasms together while moaning in one another’s ears. We both looked up at one another, both smiling and giving each other a passionate kiss.

We ended the evening by setting up a cute campfire, cuddling by the fire.

This was the best romantic getaway ever!

Authors Note:

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ddollfface · 2 months

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Hii~ it's me again.

You said The Athlete has siblings right? How is he with them? Or just generally with his family, as of current day?

Also, (with Childhood bestf Darling) what would he do if they had a crush? What if it was one of his other team members?

Nobody can convince me that the absolute black cat of a darling I have in mind would ever have a crush in a normal way.

At first, darling is crushing hard on someone, doesn't really realize it, but a certain other guy does. Then, when darling does realize, they do everything in their power to push that person away and I imagine he's right there, on calls with them late at night as they complain about their crush, because-

"he's horrible, right? And he doesn't even like me. Ugh. I hate him so much. He's cruel, and selfish, and arrogant, who'd like a guy like that?"

Insert our boy with the sweetest, "Of course, pumpkin. He's horrible, you know what he did last summer..." (Cue him telling darling about the most atrocious thing darling's crush ever did.)

- 💗 (Making an OC to ship with him is not a want, it is a need. Also, I absolutely love your writing style. The way you slip from third person writing to first person dialogue is really cool.)

𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"When I looked into his eyes, I knew he was the one." Trigger Warnings; bad writing, spelling errors, vague baby trapping, reader can get pregnant, both yandere and reader have baby fever (self-insert lol), reader and yandere are 18+, descriptions of sex, sex is brought up, talking about yandere's bad childhood, yandere is a lovesick fool, 18+ If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I'm splitting this ask into two different things 'cause it's easier on my tiny brain (I also think they're two completely different asks, so yeah). Also, my writing style (where I slip into thrid person) is inspired by @depravitycentral's writing, their literally so good, please go read it:)))

Okay, okay, so let me tell you about LoveSick!Athlete and his childhood, more so his siblings. LoveSick!Athlete is the oldest, though he does have an older half-brother. He's not too close to him, and he was never around. This means, that in the family dynamic, LoveSick!Athlete was the oldest.

Now, after him, he has a little sister, who he is very, very, very close to. Her name is Nayda and she's only a year or two younger than him, they have the same dad, who is a complete scumbag btw.

After Nayda and LoveSick!Athlete there's the twins, who are only two years old. They have a different dad from Nayda and LoveSick!Athlete. They're interracial babies (meaning they're a mix of black and white, in this situation), and this has caused a whole bunch of issues for LoveSick!Athlete and his mama. Especially since where he's from, people aren't the most accepting of interracial couples. There have been far too many times when these old ladies will make too many assumptions with their grabby-ass hands, leading to a whole assortment of problems.

LoveSick!Athlete is close with his family and he feels very protective over them, particularly toward his mama and sister. This is partially because they're women and he has a, slightly, closeminded view of women. He sees them as something he needs to protect. He was raised to never, ever hit a girl, ever. That was seen as unacceptable and it was something his mama would be pissed over.

However, this doesn't mean that he thinks women shouldn't work or anything, it's just that he feels an instinctual need to protect women, even if they can handle themselves. This stems from his unstable childhood; how he would see his mama struggle, both financially and romantically. Because she was the only woman he ever really interacted with, rather than his sister, he grew this instinctual, primal even, need to protect women based on his experiences of watching his mama.

Then there's the twins, Bijan and Abbas, who LoveSick!Athlete isn't too close with. Of course, when he's home for holidays, he always, always helps his mama and stepdad with taking care of the unruly toddlers. He enjoys taking care of them, but he doesn't really see them as his siblings, seeing as he was already out of the house by the time they were born.

Though, LoveSick!Athlete does have a good relationship with his stepdad, seeing as his stepdad is a far better man than his pa ever was. His stepdad was his mama's therapist (ooo interesting dynamic), and he really helped his mama through the filling of a restraining order process (it was against his pa). He even calls him dad, something he never did with his pa. LoveSick!Athlete's mama always makes them have "bro-time", as she calls it. She wants her two favorite boys to get along, and it warms her heart every time she sees them sharing a moment, usually, it's a conversation relating to her.

LoveSick!Athlete respects his stepdad as both a man and a person; he believes that he'll take good care of his mama when he isn't there, which is his top priority. He wants his mama to have a stable life, for her to get out of the projects, and have a nice home. LoveSick!Athlete, no doubt, is a mama's boy and always has been. He loves his mama to death and would love for you to meet her. He thinks she'd absolutely adore you, and she does (from what she's heard about you).

Due to how many siblings, and cousins, this man has, he's very, very, very good with children. Out of all of his cousins, he's the third oldest, meaning that he had to take care of all the younger kids. He was always left giving the baby the bottle or picking the twins up from school.

It wasn't his favorite thing in the world, being a babysitter, but it never bothered him too much as he's very good with kids. Babies seem to just relax around him, giving his mama much relief. He just has this atmosphere around him that kids just seem to love.

LoveSick!Athlete likes how energetic kids can be and how they seem to have a rose-colored view of the world. Their overall optimism really brightens his day and he can't help but let his mind wander, thinking of what your children would look like. Would they have your eyes? He hopes so; he really thinks your eyes are beautiful. The way your iris shimmers under light; how he can see his reflection in your eyes. It's like he can see right through you; your every emotion is reflected in your colorful eyes. Whatever you're hiding or refusing to tell him, he can see in them.

Sometimes, LoveSick!Athlete will just sit there and stare at you, without your knowledge, of course. While you two are on a date, he'll just watch you stuff your mouth, unaware of his peering gaze. He just can't rip his eyes away from yours; he sees his future in them, your future together. You'll catch him, eventually, staring at you like a lovesick idiot. And he'll just shrug, after all, he can't deny my feelings, sweetcheeks. You're far too easy on the eyes to not stare at! Don't derive a man from a good view, yeah?

He'll smirk, leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand, and smile slyly.

He's very subtle with his little baby fever spurts. He'll periodically have moments where he'll feel this overwhelming need to breed you, to make your tummy swell with his children. He wants to make you the mother of his kids, to make you a sweet, little mama. He knows you'd be great; you'd be such a good mother, he thinks.

When the two of you are cuddling, he'll absentmindedly rub his hand up and down your midriff, letting his calloused hand trail down to right above your center. LoveSick!Athlete would hold your waist a little tighter, the thought of you all stuff with him, him, him makes him go insane.

He'll hint it to you when the two of you are going at it; your legs hiked up on his shoulders; he's plowing through you. He's never quiet when making love, as he calls it, but when the baby fever is hitting hard, he's never closing his mouth. Little gasps and pants leave his mouth, going on and on about how you're the one for him, baby. God, you'd be such a pretty mommy. Mhm- let me make you a mama, c'mon, angel, I know we're young, b-but I'll make, make it happen. Umgh- for you.

And he'll pout and whine when you refuse to let him go raw, forcing him into a condom. He'll put every excuse in the book. It's too small, 'm too gifted for this tiny rubber, babes. Just lemme go in there, I swear I'll put out(((

He won't, that was a lie, but once you get to that point, where you're all sweaty, sex is heavy in the air, and your mind is all fuzzy, you won't care. You'll forget all about that stupid condom you were so adamant about a few minutes ago. And he's so, so, so glad you did, 'cause now he can let you have all of him, and I mean all of him. The thought of you all stuffed with his cum spurs him on, causing him to tighten his hold around your, already bruised thighs, and kiss up and down your belly, his muscular form hunched over your sweaty one.

LoveSick!Athlete just wants to be a daddy :( And you won't lie, the way he dots on his younger siblings causes your heart to clench; the idea of having a family, though you're both so young, becomes more and more appealing as the days pass by. You just know he would be a good father, you can tell by how his gaze softens with he sees a woman pushing a stroller or a toddler babbling on and on about some random bird they saw.

And he knows the same thoughts are flooding your mind, and he begs you to give in to them, but you always deny it, pushing his face away from yours. You are in college, trying to pursue a career, that you haven't even started, you don't have time for a family yet, you tell him, but all he hears is that you want to have a family with him, at some point. LoveSick!Athlete just has selective hearing, I suppose, as he just grabs your shoulders and gives you an excited smile. He leans close, whispering in your ear, so you do want to have kids? Yeah? I can make it happen; I can take care of you, just wait. I can wait, just for you. We'd be such good parents, babe.

Just wait, he'll convince you, eventually. He's very persuasive, me thinks ;)

#bad writing #lovesick #obsessive love #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere x you #x reader #yandere male #baby fever is hitting hard #💗!𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙮 #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #anon <3 #anon request #requests are open #send requests #yandere headcanons #tw; toxic love

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An In-Depth Analysis of the Interpersonal Relationships of Team STRQ (and why Rosebird is DEFINITELY a thing)

So I’d like to do something of an analysis on the interpersonal relationships of Team STRQ. More specifically, analyzing Qrow’s, Taiyang’s, and Raven’s respective relationships with Summer, based on what the show has directly told, and shown us.

Starting with Qrow, as I think this analysis is the most straightforward. Now to get one thing out of the way, I think we can definitively say at this point that Qrow is NOT RUBY’S SECRET DAD. Beyond CRWBY thoroughly debunking the theory at this point, nothing we’ve seen or heard really paints Qrow as having been in any kind of romantic relationship with Summer. Or at least any that would supersede any romantic relationship with Raven and/or Tai in some ‘Poly-STRQ’ scenario.

To begin with what we’ve heard of Qrow’s relationship with Summer, we’ve actually heard quite a bit, relatively speaking. In terms of dialogue, we’ve heard more about Summer from Qrow than either Tai or Raven, which is helpful in getting a sense of what their relationship may have been like. From his conversations with Ruby in Volumes 3 and 7, we can say that Qrow views Summer with both admiration (“She was always the best of us…”) and fondness and affection (“Bit of a brat though. But hey, I like brats.”). But the detail I find most telling is the ease that Qrow has in talking about Summer, particularly in Volume 7. When Ruby asks him about Summer and her ‘last mission’, Qrow isn’t hesitant or all that uncomfortable with talking about his teammate. Which gives the impression that Qrow has actually coped with Summer’s (apparent) death fairly well.

Which in turn is notable because THE go-to narrative method of hinting that a character was romantically involved or had feelings for another character long missing/dead is to show them being clearly uncomfortable TALKING about that other character (something we’ll be revisiting in a little bit…). Something we don’t see from Qrow when he talks about Summer.

It’s also notable that while Qrow, along with almost all the other adults in the show, was something of an unreliable narrator in the early volumes, his talk with Ruby about Summer happened AFTER Volume 6 when Qrow opted to finally start being open with and trusting of his niece and protégé. Meaning that I think we can trust that Qrow is being genuine in his talk with Ruby in Volume 7.

And in terms of what the show has so far directly shown us about Qrow’s relationship with Summer, the answer is notably: Nothing. Because unlike Tai and Raven, Qrow was absent from the big important flashback giving us our first look at Summer. Which combined with what we’ve heard from Qrow, tells me that the narrative of RWBY considers Summer’s relationship with Qrow to be less dramatically important/significant than her relationships with Tai or Raven.

Moving on to Taiyang, what’s interesting is that Tai’s relationship with Summer is kind of in the inverse situation of what we see with Qrow’s. In that with Qrow we’ve heard some but seen nothing, with Tai we’ve seen some but heard almost nothing.

I mean, consider for a moment that prior to the tenth episode of the NINTH volume of the series, EVERYTHING we knew about Taiyang’s relationship with Summer Rose came to us second-hand from Yang in ONE conversation with Blake back in Volume Two! I’ve spoken before in other posts that if feels quite curious that while the overlying text of the story claims that Summer’s relationship with Tai should be very important, given that they are supposed to be Ruby’s PARENTS, yet we have heard effectively NOTHING about it. Other than a simple claim that ‘it existed’. I mean, forget how we’ve heard more about Summer from Qrow than we have from Tai; we’ve heard more about Summer from RAVEN than we have from Tai (more on THAT in a little bit XD)

Now of course, unlike with Qrow, as of the finale of Volume 9, we have actually SEEN a look at Tai’s relationship with Summer. Albeit a brief look, but enough to get something of a sense of it. What I find interesting is that despite this being our first look at Summer’s relationship with Tai, this scene/vision doesn’t really tell us, or Ruby, anything she/we didn’t already know about these two. That Summer and Tai were really close… and that’s pretty much it.

And what I find even more interesting is a curious amount of ambiguity towards the nature of Summer’s and Tai’s relationship in this scene. Despite the text of the show claiming that these two were lovers, this scene is notably lacking the kind of overt romantic gestures we might expect, such as a kiss or long held gaze. Yes, Summer and Tai have a very close hug, but let’s not forget that RWBY has used close, intimate hugs like this as a gesture of platonic or familial love/affection just as much if not MORE times than as a gesture of romantic love. Just look at Ren’s hugs with Jaune, or Jaune’s hug with Ruby, or even that time Ironwood hugged Qrow. Simply put, I don’t think that hug tells us nearly as much about Summer’s and Tai’s relationship as people might think.

Finally, we come to Raven. And funny enough, unlike Qrow and Tai, I would argue that we have both heard AND seen QUITE a bit about Summer’s relationship with Raven.

When it comes to what we’ve heard, it’s not just what we have heard from Raven about Summer that’s important, but what we HAVEN’T heard as well. Across Volumes 4 and 5, we see Raven all too happy to mock, criticize and generally smack-talk just about everyone from her old life, from Ozpin, Qrow, Taiyang and even Yang.

But not Summer.

For some reason, Raven NEVER has anything bad to say about SUMMER.

And the ONE time Raven does mention Summer, it is during a talk with Ruby, Summer’s daughter. Not only that, but rather than criticizing or mocking Summer’s memory, Raven’s line of “You sound like your mother,” is at worst neutral and might even have an undercurrent of respect.

Finally, Raven’s tone and demeanor when she says this line come off as very guarded and restrained. Combined with how she never mentions her outside of this scene, one thing becomes quite clear:

Raven does not like to talk about Summer.

Remember what I said back in the Qrow section about characters having difficulty/resistance to talking about another long-missing/dead character as an easy way to hint at a prior romance or romantic feelings?

Yeah, this is EXACTLY what I was talking about.

And then we come to the flashback/vision in Volume 9’s finale. The scene which, while also brief, showed us a LOT about Summer’s relationship with Raven.

Whereas Summer’s scene with Tai merely showed us things we already knew from Yang, her scene with Raven is a MAJOR reveal that establishes a whole new dynamic that both Ruby, and much of the audience had NO idea about.

That Summer and Raven were actually quite a bit closer than anyone ever realized. That Summer apparently trusted Raven more than ANYONE else to help on her secret mission while also having apparently taken Raven leaving Yang, Ruby and herself rather personally. And that Raven herself was actually quite a bit more upbeat and joking around Summer than we see her in the present, while also specifically showing a joking, awkward and even bashful side around Summer that has a lot of curious similarities to how Yang has acted around BLAKE.

And when we take this scene in conjunction with what we see of Raven in the present, a surprisingly consistent and complete picture emerges of Raven’s relationship with Summer.

In Volume 5, Yang notes that Raven is different from the woman she heard about from Tai and Qrow. Introducing the question that something changed Raven from the driven, determined and loyal woman Qrow and Tai knew to the bitter, angry and fearful woman we see at present. Well now we know almost for certain WHAT that something was:

Raven lost SUMMER.

Taking these two elements together, we can see that Raven CARED about Summer. Cared about her so much that loosing Summer almost certainly BROKE Raven. Whatever happened during that mission turned Raven from this…

…to this.

We also know that Summer encountered Salem during her last mission, and whatever happened during that encounter seems to have inspired Salem to begin her grimm-hybridization experiments. And now that we know that Raven was with Summer on that mission, it becomes pretty easy to guess why Raven is so convinced Salem cannot be killed, and is so utterly TERRIFIED at the prospect of facing her again:

Because Salem took Summer away from her.

Raven’s refusal to smack-talk Summer and the great difficulty she has in even mentioning her, Raven’s utter terror of the woman who did SOMETHING to Summer, that we now know Raven was almost certainly present to witness, and Raven being both quite friendly and awkward and willing to help Summer with her secret mission in the past.

All of it adds up to Raven having cared about Summer a GREAT deal. Likely cared about her the most out of her teammates. Given how she’s clearly taken Summer’s loss far harder than Qrow or Tai.

And when we add in Summer’s clear trust in Raven, that she trusted Raven above anyone else to help in her secret mission and even her clear resentment of Raven leaving Yang, Ruby and herself, we get a sense of just how close these were.

Summer and Raven were in all likelihood closer with each other than they were with anyone else. Sure, Summer certainly cared about Tai and Qrow, but it is Raven whom she TRUSTED above all others. And despite whatever caused Raven to leave her team, she still came back to help Summer with clearly no hesitation or reservation.

The funny thing is, with this scene we now know, or at least can reliably infer, more about Summer’s relationship with RAVEN, than we do about her relationships with either Qrow OR Tai.

And the thing is, this makes perfect sense when you consider the story arc going forward that this scene is almost certainly setting up:

That Raven is now THE pivotal figure in the mystery of what happened to Summer Rose. Because it is now clear to both the audience and to Ruby that Raven must KNOW what happened to Summer. Going forward, it is Raven whom Ruby and her team and family must pursue for the answers of what happened to Summer.

With this scene, the relationship between Raven and Summer just became THE most consequential among those of Team STRQ for the story going forward.

It’s one of the big reasons why Rosebird as a pairing just feels so fitting for these two. It’s why it suddenly makes sense we don’t hear all that much about Summer from Tai or Qrow, and why neither of them know what happened to her; because the story of who Summer was and WHAT happened to her isn’t theirs to tell.

That story is RAVEN’s. And of course, Summer herself once we find out she’s not actually dead.

And the crazy thing is, even Raven turning out to be Ruby’s father feels like a natural extension of this: The relationship between Summer and Raven is now established as this very significant and consequential element, and now Ruby will almost certainly be driven to seek Raven out for answers as to what happened to her mother.

(Note that I say RUBY specifically. Because while Yang will certainly be involved and invested in this search as well, it is ultimately Ruby and only Ruby who saw the vision. Thusly, SHE is the one ultimately driving this arc.)

So we now have Ruby on a quest to find Raven to find out what happened to Summer. The young girl seeking out the older woman whom she bares a curious resemblance to in order to find out what happened to her mother, whom this other woman was actually quite close with.

The writers might not have confirmed or directly hinted at Raven being Ruby’s secret dad, but they sure as hell put us on a narrative path the could absolutely lead to such a reveal.

#rwby #rwby analysis #rwby theory #rwby character analysis #Team STRQ #Summer Rose #Qrow Branwen #Taiyang Xiao Long #Raven Branwen #Ruby Rose #Yang Xiao Long #rosebird #rosebird parents #rosebird parents theory #possibly reading a BIT too deep into things

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neverinadream · 1 year

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W E ' V E B E E N K E E P I N G A S E C R E T

Summary: Your first anniversary as a married couple isn't the only thing you'll be celebrating this year.

Pairing: Rúben Dias x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: fluff, bestie!kyle, talks of pregnancy, not proofread

Notes: i feel like it has been so long since i posted something for this man!! did you like it? feedback is greatly appreciated!

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youraccount: my grandma once told me to fall in love with the boy who holds your hand when you're nervous, who walks you to your door at the end of the night, but, more importantly, fall in love with the boy who pictures a future with you in it. so that's what i did. and one year ago today, i married him. i'll never get tired of telling you how much i love you because i'm one hundred per cent sure that my love for you will never run out.

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📍youraccount: 📸: @/sasha__rebecca

rubendias: i love you so much ❤

youraccount: not as much as i love you ❤️

sasha__rebecca: have i ever told you that you're my favourite couple?

youraccount: maybe...but you can say it again if you like

sasha__rebecca: 📣 you're my favourite couple!!

youraccount: 🤍

kylewalker2: oooh i love you so much rúben 🤮

youraccount: i see we're still upset 🤭

kylewalker2: me? upset? never!

youraccount: okay pinocchio 🤥

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rubendias: why do i love you? i love you because you can bring me out of my sadness and make me the happiest man alive with only just a smile. i love you because you make me want to be a better man. i love you because of how you make me feel even when you're not around.

and i love the little things, too, like how your hand fits perfectly in mine, how nice and sweet your voice sounds, even when you're butchering the portugese language, how soft your lips are... when i'm able to make you laugh, i feel accomplished because i know that i am the reason you smiled.

you are my best friend, you are my partner in crime, but, more importantly, you are my soul mate. here's to celebrating more anniversaries with the one i love ❤️

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youraccount: great, now i'm crying again

rubendias: and i'll be there to dry every tear, meu amor

kevindebruyne: happy anniversary! 😊

jackgrealish: who knew rúben was such a sappy fucker

sasha__rebecca: it's not sappy, it's romantic

rubendias: you should try it sometime jack 🤭

jackgrealish: i can be romantic!

kylewalker2: OBJECTION!

johnstonesofficial: mate you're a year too late

kylewalker2: i will get my best friend back

youraccount: i literally saw you yesterday 🙄

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youraccount: today i was privileged enough to be involved in one of the coolest maternity shoots to date!!

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📍youraccount: the rest of the shoot can be found on my professional account @/yourphotographyaccount

yourmumsaccount: when are you going to be in a maternity shoot?

youraccount: mum...

yourmumsaccount: i want grandkids

youraccount: you've got grandkids

yourmumsaccount: and with all the sex you and @/rubendias had over the summer, i'm surprised i don't have any off you two

youraccount: MUM!

yourmumsaccount: what? you know the walls are very thin

rubendias: good afternoon mrs y/l/n

yourmumsaccount: are you firing blanks?

rubendias: blanks?

youraccount: mum get out of here before i block you

yourmumsaccount: you would block your own mother? hmm. how nice

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rubendias: exciting times are coming

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mancity: 👀👀👀

youraccount: 🫣🤭

kylewalker2: got something to tell your best friend?

sasha__rebecca: yes do you have something to tell me?

kylewalker2: i think you'll find i'm her best friend

sasha__rebecca: sure kyle

johnstonesofficial: what's this about then?

rubendias: 🤐

kevindebruyne: it's rude to keep secrets

jackgrealish: come on spill the beans

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rubendias: this one has been keeping us thoroughly entertained all weekend

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youraccount: babies are hard work 😴

rubendias: you were a natural with her

youraccount: yeah...when she would actually pay attention to me

rubendias: i can't help it if everyone loves me 😅

yourbrothersaccount: just think about how tired you'll be juggling two

rubendias: please reread that comment before your sister has your head off 😅

yourbrothersaccount: oh shit 😳

jackgrealish: and you thought i'd be the one to spill your secret

youraccount: ⭐️

jackgrealish: what's that for?

rubendias: it's a gold star for doing so well

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youraccount: since the cat's now out of the bag.....can't wait to meet my little boys 👶🏻👶🏻

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rubendias: my gorgeous mamma 😍

youraccount: i'll finally get to sleep with a dilf 🥵

sasha__rebecca: so happy i could scream 😁

yourinstagram: wanna plan the baby shower?

kylewalker2: uh i think the fuck not! that's my job!

sasha__rebecca: i think you'll find out as her best friend that's my job

youraccount: you can both plan it together

kylewalker2: also...this is how i find out?

yourinstagram: oh, right, it's not like i didn't tell you first 🙄

kylewalker2: i know 🤭 i just wanted everyone to know that i knew first

erling.haaland: 👶🏻

rubendias: more like 👶🏻👶🏻

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F O O T B A L L E R T A G L I S T

@shanoontje @maseandkepa @theblxefox @blueathens @ofxinnocence @1-800-benji-chilwell @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @spicysainz @greykitkepa @thoseboysinblue @breakablehcaven

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias insta au #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias blurb #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fic #ruben dias x reader

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Beach Vacation headcanons with Rhys and Cass? I read Az's and loved it, your writing is wonderful, if you did it with our other boys I would glow with joy

Beach Vacation headcanon Cass & Rhys

A/n: thank you anon! I’m doing these two in one bc I feel like they we’re too short on their own but I’m still in love with this

Warnings: some smutty thoughts so 18+ please

Cassian

He’d want to talk you to the Summer Court bc he loved the beaches there but Tarquin said no

You didn’t mind not going you’d been to Summer a bunch of times with your parents

So you head to the Day Court instead, the beaches there are lovely

Like with Az, you and Cass rent a little house on the ocean

He would be so fun on vacation

He would be down for anything you want to do

Shopping? Yes absolutely! Just want to relax at the house? No problem! Sit on the beach at sunset with ice cream? Hell yes!

If you just wanted to lay and tan on the beach you would give Cass a shovel (like that TikTok I mentioned in the Az one)

He would spend hours digging on the beach. When you got up you couldn’t find him

You noticed the giant pile of sand which led you to see the hole which was about seven feet deep (he was very proud of himself)

Your favorite thing to do together was swim

Cassian would fly you a little above the water and either drop you or would hold you to him as he fell, tucking his wings in

You guys would stay in the water for hours just floating and playing games

He would play mermaids with you

Made sure you had sunblock on but would hate putting it on himself

You had to fight him to put it on, especially on his wings

“No! It’s cold! Please I’ll just sit in the shade!” “No Cass, because if your wings burn you’re going to complain you big Illyrian baby.”

He would also cover you with his wings so you wouldn’t burn

He helped you pick out your outfits everyday

Cassian is a sundress man, he loves seeing you in a cute lil sundress

It’s a huge turn in for him he literally can’t keep his hands off you when you’re in one

NSFW from here

If you guys were on the beach late after sunset you would absolutely have sex on the beach

He would have you on your hands and knees on your towel

He’d move your bikini bottoms to the side

“You gotta be quiet for me baby, or the whole court is gonna know who makes you feel this good.”

Cass would be such a little shit about it too

Like he’d want to end every beach day like that

Rhys

Unlike Cass, Rhys is allowed back into the Summer Court

He’d ask Tarquin if he could use his personal vacation house which he kindly lets you

Rhys would spoil you with all the latest Summer Court fashions

There wasn’t even a point in you packing bc you didn’t even wear what you brought

He’d take you shopping for everything under the sun

You guys would go to dinner at the fancy small restaurant in town

You’d sit outside to have a view of the ocean. It was a very romantic dinner

You spent most of your time on the beach

You never get to do anything like this in the Night Court so you take full advantage of the sand and sea

Rhys would only go in the water when you did

He’d hold on to you, occasionally kissing you and spinning you around in the water

Always made sure you were hydrated and had a fresh coat of sunblock on

Rhys is a tanning oil guy, you can’t convince me otherwise

He liked soaking in the sun. feeling the sun on his face was a feeling he didn’t take for granted after under the mountain

If you wanted a quick beach nap you’d hand him a beach shovel

At first he was confused but before he could ask you were fast asleep

He started moving sand around with it and then started to dig. By the time you woke up he dug a 5 foot deep hole and a little fort around it

NSFW from here

Since the beach you were at was Tarquin’s private beach he wasn’t worried about being seen or heard

The beach chairs you had were sturdy so you weren’t afraid to climb on him and ride him

As you bounce on him he’d untie your bikini top

He throws it to the side and grasp at your tits and pull at your nipples

“So fucking perfect baby.”

He’d winnow you back to the house and would fuck you on the closest surface and then in the shower

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #rhysand acotar #cassian acotar #cassian acosf #cassian acotar x reader #cassian imagine #cassian fanfic #cassian x you #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #rhysand headcanon #cassian headcanons #rhysand imagine #rhysand #rhysand x reader imagine

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dvzaiosamu · 3 months

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a short drabble about a soft moment with you and osamu dazai drinking coffee.

no warnings ahead, I hope you guys enjoy this really short drabble.

Today has certainly been an interesting day in its own way. Today, a warm summer in Yokohama, Japan, you had planned to drink coffee like every day, only today you would make a small change in the type of coffee.

You had just gotten out of bed, wearing a thin (favorite color) dress that gave you the coolness you needed in such hot months in the second largest city in Japan. While you were posing in front of the mirror, combing and enhancing your hair to make it look more aesthetic, a familiar person was present next to you, hugging you by your hips while letting his head rest on your shoulder, it was no one other than Dazai who wanted to spend time with you, taking advantage of the fact that the day was free 'according to him', you weren't entirely sure if he simply lied to you or if the president really gave you a day off for today.

"You look beautiful as always, belladonna..." He whispers next to your ear, with a voice full of softness.

"My, my, you flatter me so much, Dazai," you mutter back.

"Perhaps..." He trails off, smiling. "Come on, are you going to come down and have coffee with me?"

"Alright, alright, let's go, Osamu," you rolled your eyes in an amused way and took his hands off your hips, so you could get away from there, preferably to make yourself a coffee.

The young man laughs lightly and follows you like a puppy to the floor below, where your modest dining room is located next to a window with small views of a flower garden that you have. When you go to the coffee machine to make yourself a coffee, you remember that today you wanted to try something new. So instead of drinking your usual coffee, you decided to try an American coffee, the bitter ones.

"I notice that there is a new change," he comments, looking over his shoulder at the option you chose in the coffee maker. A smile appears on his lips.

"I just wanted a new change, that's all."

"I see..."

When the sound of the coffee maker finally stops, the two cups of coffee are taken out by your hand and directed towards the table. As you place them, Osamu soon sits down and adds a sugar cube, while you leave it simple.

"Hey, belladonna. Have you ever seen yourself with as much splendor, elegance and beauty as I see you with?" Suddenly he comments.

"I'm not sure, for that you would have to lend me your eyes," you respond, with a wearable smile, your lips resting on the ceramic, taking a sip.

"Right!" He exclaims with a wide smile, his eyes shining slightly. "You are very beautiful."

When you least expect it, he tenderly takes your hand and plants a romantic kiss on you, with a seductive and poetic look. "And you're mine".

#bsd #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #osamu x reader

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sweeterthanthis · 2 years

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Shades Of Cool

Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Summary: What's a girl to do when she's on vacation with Daddy? Make the absolute most of every intimate moment, of course. Even if she has to play dirty to get it.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, forced intoxication (not main pairing), teasing, infidelity, stepdad/stepdaughter/stepcest, daddy kink, grinding, vaginal sex, pool sex, semi-public sex, fluff, Bucky's dirty mouth. 18+.

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: I missed them so I wrote a little 'cut scene' to help with my yearning while I figure out how to finish the next official part of the series. This is...a little softer than we're used to. Thank you so much to @dreamlessinparis for kicking me across the finish line with this and for all the encouragement.

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Bucky Barnes didn’t vacation much, if at all, when he was a child. As he rests back against the sunlounger, the Caribbean sun beating down against his bare torso, he struggles to remember why he’s grown to hate this faux family lifestyle so much.

Afterall, there are worse positions to find yourself in aren't there? His thoughts are all but confirmed as you slink across the patio towards him with another rum punch in hand, his eyes fixed on your hips as they sway. The purple string bikini does very little to maintain your modesty, not that you have any issue with that.

Bucky hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you all afternoon, which is precisely why you’ve been plying your mother with cocktails double the strength of your own.

Alone time with your stepfather has been precious and rare so far this week, and you aren't going to wait any longer to make some summer memories of your own.

With your mother out for the count on the daybed, her drunken snores filling the salty, ocean air, you set yourself down on the edge of Bucky’s sunlounger and take a sip of your drink.

“I don’t even know why you’re with her,” you exclaim, eyes on him as he keeps his head forward, his sunglasses shielding his gaze from yours. He might be pretending to look out over the ocean, but you know he’s looking at you. You tilt your chin towards your mother, her limbs splayed out around her and her sunhat resting over her face. He doesn’t answer you, so you shuffle a little closer. “You don’t have to pretend. It’s not like she can hear you.”

“Yeah, that might have something to do with the double strength cocktails you’ve been pouring down her throat all afternoon.” There’s a hint of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. If you’d blinked you might’ve missed it. He lifts his glass to his mouth, taking a sip and tilting his head slightly to the side while the alcohol marinates on his tongue, and then swallows. “That how desperate you are to get me all to yourself?”

“Worked, didn’t it?” you retort, not missing a beat. His fingertips dance up your thigh, and you reach out to lift his glasses off his face to get a look at those eyes. You always did think they resembled the colour of the ocean, and now you’d had the chance to compare, your romantic metaphor was all but confirmed for you.

Bucky sits forward, setting his drink down on the stone pillar next to him. His index finger dips beneath the flimsy string tied around your waist, and you fight back a shudder as it threatens to roll through you. “Do you like the bikini’s I packed, Daddy?”

“Princess,” he warns in, that tone your gut recognises before your brain does. Teasing him is one of your favourite things to do, precisely because it garners a reaction like this. You readjust your top, pulling the little triangles away from your sun soaked skin and letting them snap back into place against your hardening nipples. “Know you like showin’ off. Can’t blame me for admiring the view. Especially when it’s as good as this,” he trails off, his knuckles grazing your clavicle as he moves to cup your throat; eyes darting to your lips.

“If you wanna kiss, Daddy, all you gotta do is..” you goad him, tilting your chin just enough to capture the pad of his thumb between your teeth. Your lips suckle at his skin, cool from the condensation of the cocktail glass he’s been holding. You grin as you release his digit, watching as his lips move to part and diving in to press your own against them - playful and swift. “Catch me.”

His fingertips skim your butt as you bolt up from the sunlounger, your bare feet thumping against the sun-hot tiles beneath them. You toss him a grin over your shoulder as you leap into the swimming pool, your body submerged in cool bliss. You swim beneath the surface, arms gliding through the water towards a small tunnel that leads to a hidden grotto. You’d been watching your mother joke all week about getting her husband alone in there, and you were more than happy to take her place.

“Gotcha,” you smirk to yourself when you hear a splash echoing off the stone walls surrounding you. You perch yourself up on the edge of the small pool, one leg crossed over the other as you lean back on your palms; arching your back into a soft curve while you await his arrival. The fact that you’ve even managed to lure his arrogant ass to chase after you is a boost to your ego. “Tick tock, old man!”

You giggle to yourself when you hear his deep mumbling from outside, the ripples from his body wading through the water to get to you growing more prominent by the second. Your amusement fades to lust when he appears, waist deep in water, droplets trickling down his sun kissed chest, making their way down over his abs and soaking into the waistband of his swim shorts.

“Almost got me,” you tease, kicking your foot back and forth in the water. His large palm grips your ankle, holding it firm as he stalks towards you, your legs parting to accommodate him. “That’s better.”

A gasp leaves your throat when his hand moves swiftly to grip the back of your neck, squeezing possessively as you tilt your head back invitingly. Your heels dig into the small of his back, tugging him closer, his firm chest pressed against your torso. You suck in a breath through your nostrils, inhaling the fresh scent of him.

“Caught you,” he breathes, the tip of his nose a hair's breadth from your own. “You gonna give me that kiss?”

The control you feel is a rarity, and it has your gut surging with courage and sass. “Take it.”

He kisses you instantly, all open mouths and tongues as his hands move over your body. They settle at your waist, his deft fingers pulling at the string bows of your bottoms, tugging them taut and humming against your mouth as the material falls into the water.

"Someone's a little eager," you smile, nipping at his top lip with your teeth and rolling your hips, your clit nudging against the bulge that resides within his shorts. You push him away, reaching for his hand and guiding him to the built in seat at the edge of the small pool. "Every night we've been here, I've fucked myself thinking about you."

"I know. You sent me the videos to prove it, remember?" You climb atop his lap, knees digging into smooth stone and the water lapping just below your waist. Bucky's hands grip the meat of your ass as he kneads it in his palms, grinding your naked core against his stomach. "Drive me half fuckin' crazy and you know it."

"Obviously not that crazy. Haven't woken up with Daddy's cock inside me so far, have I?" You pout, your fingernails grazing his freckled chest. He leans up to kiss you again, one hand finding your breast and his thumb brushing your pebbled nipple. You can taste the remnants of rum on his tongue as it sinks into your mouth, a strangled whimper escaping you when your clit rubs against the coarse trail of hair that sits just above his waistband.

"Is that what you want? Wanna wake up already stuffed full of dick?" He asks, chuckling when you nod, your forehead resting against his. The words are filthy, but there's a subtle intimacy in the way he whispers them. A groan rumbles in his throat when you reach beneath his shorts, wrapping your fist around his cock and feeling it thrum against your skin. "Keep tossing those cocktails your mom's way and Daddy might even sneak you out of here for a little private time. Would you like that, princess?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" You jest, butterflies erupting in your tummy when he looks into your eyes, a little half smile painted on his pink lips. The tension in the air thickens, and your eyes flit to his Adams apple as it bobs. He’s unusually quiet, and surprisingly, you don’t feel the urge to tease him about it. You get the feeling he’s looking for something else from you right now, and you’re content to give it to him. “I’ll hold you to that, Mr.”

Your hands reach for him as you urge him to rest his elbows against the edge, your fingers gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He groans at the sensation of your nails raking against his scalp, his head lolling back a little, leaning into your affections. You kiss him; slow, deep and full of intent. The scene could almost be considered romantic.

Well, if your mother wasn’t passed out 20ft away that is.

“Thought you preferred it when I took control, Princess?” he asks, grunting in satisfaction when you pump your fist up and down his solid length. You love him like this, the alcohol in his bloodstream lowering his inhibitions as well as the air tight walls he usually works so hard to maintain. His eyes flicker closed, thick lashes feathering his face. You fight the urge to lean down and kiss his eyelids.

“If I can’t take care of my Daddy on vacation, when can I?” you retort quickly with a sly smile. You release him from your grip, sitting further back on his lap and tugging his swim shorts down his thighs. You salivate at the sight of his firm cock springing free, sloshing through the water and falling against his stomach. “Missed your cock. Don’t like it when you make me wait for it. Say you can’t resist my pussy,” you pause, your cheek grazing his jaw when you lean in and press your lips against his ear, “but she’s been missing you all week.”

His hands move to grip your waist, but you slip out of his hold, turning around and maneuvering yourself on his lap; your back, slippery wet, against his chest. An arm snakes around your torso, his warm palm splayed out against your stomach in an attempt to keep you close to him. Reaching back between your bodies, you settle his cock between the globes of your ass, gently winding your hips and grinding back against him.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, fingernails digging into the flesh of your waist. Slipping his cock between your legs, you glide back and forth over his shaft, letting your fingers brush over the tip each time it peeks between your thighs beneath the water. “You trying to punish me, baby? Is that what this is?”

You reach for his hand, dragging it up towards your breast; his fingers instantly dipping beneath the flimsy material of your bikini top. “No,” you start, resting your head back against his shoulder and grinding against his lap. “Maybe I just wanna tease you a little, make you the needy one for a change.”

Turning your head, you nip at his stubbled jaw, letting your teeth sink playfully into his skin and giggling as you do so. Both of his hands grab at your chest, breasts out and his fingertips plucking at your nipples. "How many times do I have to tell you, Princess? M'always needy for this pussy."

You have to fight back the groan that leaves his mouth when you stand up, his dick slapping against his stomach and his arm outstretched and reaching for your slippery skin. You turn back to face him, his thighs spread wide and his fist wrapped tight around his girth. The sight has your thighs clenching together, and the smirk on his face tells you that he can see exactly how much of an effect he's having on you.

"How's that plan of yours workin' out, huh?" Bucky grins, hissing through his teeth when his thumb swipes over the swollen crown of his cock. You know he’s messing with you, and you know you should at least try and pretend he’s not getting to you. You also know that you’ve only got a limited amount of time before your mother wakes up.

“Let’s see how cocky you are,” you say, your hands on his shoulders as you climb back into his lap, facing him this time, “with my cunt wrapped around your dick.”

Your hand reaches for him, feet planted either side of his thighs on the seat, you sink down onto him and revel in the blissful burn that racks through your insides. There’s nothing like that first stretch with him. Nothing. Your cunt clenches him tight, his hands gripping you firmly; one beneath your thigh, the other curled up over your shoulder to hold you in place.

“Daddy,” you keen in his ear, bouncing gently in his lap as the water sloshes around you. The heat from his breath fans against your skin, and your heart flutters at the feel of his lips skimming your chest. Your own brush against his temple, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as you fuck yourself down onto him. "Tell me how good I feel. Wanna hear you say it."

Bucky grunts against your flesh, head dipping to capture your nipple between his teeth and suckle it into his mouth. You smirk at his attempt to avoid answering your request, rising up on his cock until just the tip remains inside you. "Say it."

"Shit, baby." You grin triumphantly, knowing you'll get your way before the compliments even start dripping from his lips. And they do. “You know how good you feel. Jus’ wanna make me say it so you can-fuck-tease me about it later.” Your walls clench him tighter - an intentional move that has him holding you closer. “Feel like fuckin’ heaven. Best pussy daddy’s ever had. Told you ‘nough times.”

“Soft,” he continues, pumping his hips up to meet yours as you work your pussy up and down on his rigid length. “Tight.” A soft kiss against your clavicle. “Hungry." His teeth dragging against your skin. "Mine."

His words shoot straight to your heart, pinching and tugging, making your bones ache with the sheer intensity of your affection for him. The affection that you’re always trying to pretend is situationary. You are his, but you’re not admitting it quite so easy today.

"This cock is mine,” you whisper boldly, hands gliding up over his chest as you take him inside you again, winding your hips against him and humming at the sensation of your clit throbbing against his abdomen. “You might sleep next to her, and wake up next to her every morning. But you are mine. You know it, too."

“Don’t wanna talk about her,” he grumbles, letting his forehead fall to your breastbone. You shudder, his hot breath warming your skin, and smile; leaving a kiss atop his head. Bucky’s arms are almost tight around you now, one hand sturdy between your shoulder blades and the other grabbing at your ass - guiding your pussy up and down his length as it throbs against your walls.

"I'm not jealous. Wanna know why?” you ask him gently, resting your cheek against his temple while you ride him. “‘Cause I know that even if you fuck her out of pity, you'll still be thinking about me."

Bucky doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t need to. His face buried in your chest and his lips ghosting against your wet flesh, he doesn’t need to say anything at all. You can feel it. You’ve been able to feel it for months. To you, it’s no longer a sordid affair - and you have a strong suspicion that it’s not as simple as that for him anymore either. So, you leave it. For once, you’re not teasing him. You’re not egging him for a response. You just want him to know.

You want him to just be, in this moment, with you.

“Daddy,” you whimper, the vulnerability you feel washing over you as you cling to him. You’re wobbly on your feet, your insides churning and your pace faltering. He’s got you, though. Just like always.

You wrap your legs around him as he pushes away from the wall, turning and pinning you against the stone, and capturing your trembling lips in a searing kiss that sets your insides ablaze. He fucks you hard, but not rough. No, not rough. Every stroke of his cock against your cunt is masterfully in tune with the aura surrounding the two of you.

Firm, insistent, passionate; but most importantly of all, tender. Loving. Full of unspoken care and affinity.

He fucks you through two orgasms, neither one of you uttering a word to each other as you keep your eyes tight shut and try to block out the world around you, looking towards a future that doesn’t exist. But it’s nice to fool yourself now and again.

“Princess,” he grunts, your cunt a little sore, the water washing away your arousal. You hold his face in your palms, fingernails digging into his cheeks as you roll your hips against him, desperate to coax him to release. Your name tumbles from his tongue, muffled by the pressing of his lips against your mouth.

“M’coming,” he whispers, his voice breaking as you feel his length pulsing inside you, humming in utmost contentment at the sensation of being full of him again. You whine when he pulls free of your cunt, feeling his spend seep from your hole and into the water surrounding you. You want to keep him there, inside you, where he belongs.

Preparing yourself for his inevitable switch in demeanor, you tug the triangles of your bikini top back into place and press your hands against his shoulders to put some distance between the two of you. Trying to take control of the situation before he pulls away from you. Your eyes search the water for your missing bottoms, and his fingers catch at your chin, tilting your head up to meet his amused gaze. “So, about that date huh?”

Your eyes widen and you blink slowly, wondering if you misheard, because he can’t possibly be serious. You can’t even imagine he’d follow through on that suggestion, but you’ve seen that amused twinkle in his pretty eyes before. The one that’s always laced with stubborn intent. You push your shoulders back, shrugging as you unwind your legs from around his waist and set your feet down on the pool floor.

“I can barely feel my toes and I need another drink, so you better not be fucking with me.” Bucky’s brow cocks at your brazenness, his hand sinking beneath the surface of the water to grab at your stray bottoms. You expect him to hand them to you, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he wordlessly dips the material between your legs into place, tying the first bow at your hip before moving to the opposite one. You don’t often feel uncomfortable in his presence, but something about the way he’s handling you makes you nervous. You mutter a jumbled ‘thank you’ and round his body, turning to face him as you let your body glide through the water.

“10pm tonight, at the side entrance.” He’s holding back a grin at your bossy insistence, and you know it. Turning to make your way out of the grotto, you throw him a departing look over your shoulder; grinning at the sight of him tugging his swim shorts back up. “If you don’t show, I guess I’ll just have to find a hot bartender to keep me company, won’t I?”

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aesthetixhoe · 1 year

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steve harrington nsfw alphabet — S.H.

warnings: sex, switch steve

word count: ---

pronouns used: none, but afab reader

actors note: im working on requests right now, i swear! this is something i found in my google docs that i had zero recollection of writing, so know i am putting my time into requests!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sex with Steve is rarely ever rough. When he is dominate he is very soft. On most occasions at least... Aftercare always consists of cuddling, lots of hair playing, and sometimes falling asleep to soft music or the static noise of the tv.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

For himself... It's obvious. Steve "The hair" Harrington... Those luscious locks. Duh.

For you, probably your hands. He likes how small they are in comparison to his and teases you about it all the time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He's pretty vanilla when it comes to cum; when it's protected he loves coming inside you, when it's not, he ops to pull out and have you finish him of with your mouth or your hand. Let the chips fall where they may. Or the cum rather...

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

He LOVES likes to be submissive. This man is a switch and it may have to do with the neglect from his parents, but he both wants to be in control and taken control of. #mommyanddaddyissues

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very. He has very mixed opinions on whether he likes that he's experienced. He likes that he knows a lot to please you and make you have the most pleasure as possible, which he is very good at mind you, but he also feels regret for having so many sexual interactions, especially because most of them were strictly sexual.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

He loves doggy. The shape your body makes when he's fucking you from behind is an image that stays in his head constantly. Although his favorite has to be cowgirl. He gets all the best parts in his mind: he can be submissive or dominate, he have a clear view of your body, but most importantly, he can see your face as he fucks you into oblivion.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Steve is a very goofy person, it's hard to have sex with out some giggles with him, not that you're against it. He takes it more serious if you're having rougher sex or quicker sex, but if he has time and sweet sex he often makes you giggle.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't take as much pride in his pubes as he does his hair, but he's pretty well groomed, either trimmed short, or clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's very romantic. No matter the mood, if it's rough sex he'll remind you or how much he loves you throughout, and even if it's soft giggly sex out of the blue he'll have a point of seriousness where he looks deeply into your eyes and confesses his love for you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

During high school it was more often when he would jack off, but now that he's with you he doesn't have a need to unless your work schedules clash and he can't see you for over a week, which barley happens.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair

pulling.

He LOVES having his hair pulled. There's a reason he grows it out to that length, it's so your fingers can perfectly clasp onto the strands.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He really likes car sex. If you two are having a quickie before work or something he really likes car sex. His favorite would have to be the bed though, there's no beating it, it's a classic. He can have any mood and pace in the bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You doing anything with his hair, any tank top, shorts, summer is hell for him considering that's what your wardrobe consists of during the hot months.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No scoops ahoy uniform sex. He hates the hate.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He relishes in his ability to give you head, the look on your face while he does it, the look on your face after when you see him with messy hair and liquid all over his chin. He's super good considering he doesn't have a lot of experience in that field.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual? etc.)

When he's rough or you're having a quick session his pace is faster, but if he has time or it fits the mood he goes slow and deep.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves em. Quickie in the morning after you wake up? Yup. Before your shift at work? Mhm. During his lunch break at scoops? Yes sir. Normally he only have one about once a week, but he's open to doing it really as often as you want it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yes! He was extremely vanilla and only did missionary for a while, but that was due to his sexual encounters being fast and more for his pleasure, now it's an even split, and he wants to do whatever you want to try. Scoops ahoy! hat aside...

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He's good for about 2 rounds if you really want it. Normally one round lasts about 30 minutes with him pacing himself to give you as much pleasure as possible.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

He owns none, you own none, toys just aren't in the picture. He wouldn't be against using one persay, it just hasn't come up yet.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Love love love love loves it! If your wearing anything that shows off your legs he'll run his hand up and down your thigh, giving a firm squeeze before going off and doing something else. In high school he was wayyy worse about teasing, but if you have the time and he's more dominate, he loves teasing you.

He also really likes being teased by you when you're in charge, he can't explain it, but the look on your face when you know you're getting to him with teasing gets to him even more.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty average, no howling or anything but he makes some grunts and small moans, he's really more focused on the noises you're making.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

Switch, as explained earlier.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We see him without a shirt in season 2 and season 4 and those are great representations of his body during those times. In high school he was just a little bit more fit, no chest hair and more defined muscles. After graduation, his body didn't change too much other than a little bit of muscle loss and chest hair. While being king Steve he didn't get girls left and right because he had a small dick, he's got a pretty good 7 inches, but it's more what he can do with it that makes it the best you've ever felt.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

About average, when all the upside down stuff got more involved with his life, his sex drive obviously dipped considering the circumstances with the world and everything, but it's pretty standard.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how much time you have after. If you're staying over he'll fall asleep only after you do, wanting you to be the most comfortable you can be (a true gentleman) but if one of you have to leave after he only gets a little drowsy. He only gives into sleep if he's able to.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 11 months

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When the Moon Watches Over You

Summary: Some Beau and Y/N enjoying their time in the moonlight.

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut and fluff. Romantic smut (?) is that a thing. 🤷‍♀️Lol! Skinny Dipping. Semi-public nudity. Implied semi-public sex. Unprotected PinV sex, oral mentioned briefly (m receiving).

Word Count: 1,390

A/N: This little one shot is for @smellingofpoetry's 400 Follower Celebration. The prompt I chose for that fun challenge was Beau Arlen and skinny dipping. So, you'll find that here. 😏🫠

But then I saw this post shared by @justagirlinafandomworld, and knew I wanted to add it into this story about Beau, Y/N and the moonlight.

This story continues on in the "When" series of one shots:

When Fantasy Pales When the Thunder Rolls When the Law is On Your Side

As before, you don't have to have read the others to enjoy this one, but I really think you'll enjoy it more if you do. ❤️

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @saradika

Sex with Beau was always hot, always passionate - whether you were playing out a long held fantasy or just connecting with each other after too many days apart.

Sometimes his job and single-fatherhood kept him out of your bed for a couple days in a row. So, when he was finally back with you, the sex tended to be energetic, slightly frantic, and desperately needy.

Then there were times that he was all playful-puppy-dog energy, making you grin from ear to ear even while your stomach was filled with dancing butterflies. Like the other evening when he'd driven you out to the middle of nowhere, a lopsided, endearing smile on his face as he grabbed your hand and led you down a path through some brush.

When you finally emerged into the open, you gasped to see a wide, empty beach, secluded and slightly rocky. The sun that was nearly set, threw a million sparkles on the water, and it was the very picture of serenity.

Beau pulled you close and pressed a soft kiss to your temple as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You turned your face to look out at the water, and laid your head against his broad chest. The two of you stood staring out at the picturesque view until the sun was completely gone and a soft blue dusk spread across the horizon.

Seconds later you felt Beau hitching up the hem of your t-shirt slightly and running his fingers teasingly across the small of your back.

You looked up at him with a grin and a questioning expression and he shrugged.

"I came across this place a few months ago and all summer I've been hoping to bring you here."

His gaze turned mischievous. "I thought maybe we could try one of my fantasies again."

Your mind returned to the last of his fantasies that the two of you had played out, the one that had involved him worshiping you like a goddess, and not letting you up from the bed for four hours straight.

You nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah!" You said enthusiastically. "What's the fantasy this time?"

Beau turned to look out at the water again. "Skinny dipping." He said simply.

You smiled broadly and nodded but laughed softly. "Absolutely! But that's a bit tame, isn't it?"

Beau shrugged and his mouth quirked up on one side again. "Maybe. But I've been imagining taking you here for months."

He pushed his hands up under the back of your t-shirt and easily unhooked your bra. He dragged both shirt and bra off together in one smooth motion, over your head and down your arms. He dropped them on the rocky, sandy, shore, before pulling his long sleeved t-shirt off as well and letting it fall to lie on top of your clothes.

"I've imagined you here just like this." He said, his soft Texan drawl making your knees weak even before he brought his fingertips up to run softly over your breasts and trail goosebumps across your skin.

He kissed you gently and then let his lips skim along your jawline. He pushed your hair off your neck and his breath was dewy as he let the tip of his tongue draw patterns over the curve of your shoulder.

"I've imagined undressing you." He said, as he reached for the button on your jeans and popped it open, unzipping them slowly. He licked your lips open, and sucked on your tongue while he pushed them and your panties down to join the pile of clothes on the ground.

Your breathing was rough; you leaned your hands against his bare chest as you stepped out of your jeans and underwear to stand in front of him completely naked. He dragged a deep breath in through his nose and shook his head, the tip of his tongue pressed lightly between his teeth.

"And I've imagined how it would feel to look at you when you were here, wearing nothing but moonlight and a blush." He shook his head. "But God damn woman, my imagination just does not do this moment justice."

He yanked you back into his arms, lifting you so your legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed you senseless as he headed towards the water.

You pulled out of the kiss, completely breathless and laughing. "Take your pants off, you fool!" You said as you reached between your bodies and tried to unbutton them before he soaked them through and had nothing to drive home in.

Between the two of you, you managed to get them off seconds before he plunged you both into the cool water. You screeched loud enough to wake the dead as the cold water contrasted sharply with your heated skin. But you got used to the temperature quickly and Beau soon had you so hot and aching that the cool liquid felt like a blessed relief.

All in all, skinny dipping had been a resounding success and you'd made plans for another round before the summer was done.

Yes, sex with Beau, in all its forms, was never less than incredible.

But when you thought about it, and if you were forced to choose, your favorite kind was the kind of sex that came in the middle of the night.

Something would wake you both - one or the other of you having a dream, or something as simple as a dog barking or a car alarm going off. But whatever woke you, you'd instinctively reach for one another, seeking the other's presence. Sometimes you'd settle back to sleep quickly, soothed by the comfort you found in each other's arms.

But sometimes Beau would kiss the corner of your mouth and you'd sigh, leading him to kiss you deeper. Or he'd push his knee between yours and his hard thigh would hit just right to bring an unexpected moan up out of your throat, which inevitably made him press closer to you, dig his fingers into the fleshiness of your hips and push you against his rapidly hardening cock, or rut sleepily against your soft, warm body.

Sometimes too, you might reach for him as you drifted in and out of sleep, and awaken properly to find that the reality of his sleek, smooth muscles, and warm, taut skin was far preferable to the abstract images of heat and want that ran through your dreams of him.

When that happened, you would often bring him to consciousness as you wrapped your mouth around his thick length, looking up at his sleepy face as he woke, and moaning at the way his features tightened with arousal.

Sometimes he'd let you continue your ministrations and then spill hot and salty into your mouth, and sometimes he would pull you up off of him so he could wrap his arms around you, knee your legs open, and fuck you slowly from behind.

Languorous and delicate, his slow movements were designed to take advantage of the darkness, of your heightened senses as he scraped his teeth over the roundness of your shoulder, and dropped kisses under your jaw. His fingers searched out the soft swell of your naked breasts and he'd fill his hands with them, squeezing and coaxing breathless moans of pleasure from your parched throat.

And into this quiet, dim, softened air, your gentle and lingering climax would fall from your lips as a gasp, a shuddered breath, making your body quiver as Beau pressed deep inside you, his own body stiff and rigid, as he buried an almost pleading groan into the crook of your neck.

Usually you'd both fall back to sleep quickly, bodies still joined, limbs entwined and every inch of skin perfectly fitted against each other. When you woke in the morning, your muscles would have a pleasant ache, and the stickiness on your skin usually led to a joint shower, which made for very enjoyable morning/shower sex.

Every facet of your life with Beau was a gift, and every spark he lit within you turned quickly to a raging fire of need.

But if you had to choose, it was when the moon watched over you, and the entire world was no bigger than the width of Beau's arms - that was when sex felt like more. That was when it felt like pure love.

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