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rafesslxt · 1 month

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✧.* 𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵 ‘ | 𝒕. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒕

summary: when y/n wants to go on a walk with Theo, it starts raining and her shirt gets see through - based on this request

warnings: fluff, shy reader, Theo being a little tease for a sec, none other really

words: 0,8k

"How could I ever say no to that face?" Theo smiled at his girlfriend, sitting on his lap with a shy smile on her face. You asked him to go out for a walk since it's spring now and after being inside the whole winter, you wanted to get some fresh air again.

You gently stood up from his lap and put on your shoes, seeing him doing the same. He takes your hand into his and walks with you out of his dorm, through the common room and along the halls of your beloved school.

"The weather's nice." Theo states, looking around the yard when he see's the sun shining down on the two of you. "Yeah it is indeed. Come on." you start getting happy and pull him with you towards the big black lake where you walked for a while.

"You look beautiful prinicipessa." he says while looking at your face, admiring your beautiful features. Your cheeks start to heat up a little and you look away for a short moment before looking back at him again, smiling shyly at him." Thank you, Theo."

He smiles to himself when he sees your pink cheeks, knowing you're still shy around him. Even though the two of you officially are a couple, you told him from the start that you wanted to take things slow, partly because you're way more shy than others and need a little more time. He had no problem with that, concentrating on you character completely but sometimes, in those little moment, you drove him crazy.

Like that one time you bend over in class, such in innocent movement since you just wanted to pick up your pen but Theo couldn't help it and thought the whole day about it.

He gave you all the time you needed, since it's very important for him that you're comfortable. But at the end of the day he was just madly in love with you and also wondering how you would feel.

He once told you that, but you poor thing were so shy, that you wouldn't get out a word out of embarrassment for the next hour, so he remembered to think twice what he's saying to you.

And it also wasn't like you wanted to be that shy. You thought he was hot, like smoking hot and such a handsome face, but you just couldn't help it. Every little touch made you feel so hot you could be compared to a tomato.

Suddenly something wet hit the tip of your nose, your head going up instinctively and looking up at the sky that wasn't so blue anymore like a few minutes ago but grey clouds now above your head. "Looks like it's about to rain, let's go back." Theo say's, seeing your head going up.

You two started walking into the other direction again, back to school but rain was faster and so it happened that you two got wet, like soaked. At first it was kinda funny, Theo taking your hand and running with you, loud laughter from the both of you filled the air. It got even louder when Theo almost slipped on the wet grass but once you were back at your schools ground, a wave of shock came over you.

You looked down at yourself and saw that your white shirt was completely see through now, showing your cute red lace bra. You tried to hide yourself behind your hands but it was too late, Theo already saw what happened and wished he could stop time.

You were teasing him so hard right now even tho he knew it wasn't your mission to do so. "Damn Principessa.." he mumbles and pulls you closer to him. Of course your cheeks heat up even more now than before and you took a step back, turning your face away from him in embarrassment. "to which he said " "Don't shy away from me, baby." he says in a soft tone and carefully takes your arm, pulling you closer a second time.

"I - I'm sorry I didn't knew it would rain." Theo had to chuckle at your cute answer. " Of course you didn't baby, it's okay. Just know that you're safe with me yah? But also, you're so so beautiful and I promise you you have no reason to be shy around me. If someone's gonna be shy then it should be me so stunning that you are."

"Oh my god Theo, stoop." you giggled, hiding your face a little behind your hair but smiling from ear to ear. He leaned down to your ear and whispered into it. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and someday you're gonna be mine forever."

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blacst4r · 26 days

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 🧸

𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩. roman reigns x bratty! fem

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮. you make the "mistake" of interrupting roman while he's busy, he punishes you for it. gif ©️my-roman-empiree

"Y/n i'm busy, not right now" Roman reiterated for the hundredth time as he sat at his desk on his computer busy with work. You had your arms wrapped around him, applying faint kisses across his face and neck, with hands caressing his chest. You'd strolled into his office in the afternoon, bored out of your mind and in need of something to do.

You let out a sigh of discontent, smoothing his slick hair wrapped into a bun, "you're always busy Ro, you literally have time off and yet you're still stuck at this damn desk. Is work that more important than me?"

"Don't be ridiculous baby, nothings more important than you" his monotone voice and unwavering eyes from the screen ticked you off. You slightly shoved his shoulders making him chuckle, "relaaax, when I get done we can do anything you want."

You went to sit at the end of his desk, lips remaining pursed, "ok so hurry up." Your legs crossed as you impatiently waited for him to finish up whatever was holding his attention.

"Just a sec baby I'm almost done."

"Yeah and so are we" you said, getting smart and causing his brows to furrow at the sudden audacity to back-talk him. His vision finally tore away from the screen, and into you.

"What'd you say?" he pushed back from the desk, daring you to speak up "repeat that lil girl?"

His ability to make you feel inferior and remind you who's boss was unmatched. You immediately felt small under his gaze, especially when he got up and went to loom over your figure. His fingers grasped the belt around his pants, daring to unhook it.

"Want me to take my belt off? Want me to bend you over this desk and whoop you?" his authoritative tone made your heat pulsate, as you wanted exactly that. Secretly you loved pissing Roman off to see him angry, call it petty, but it was a sight that turned you on.

"If it gets you off the computer" you quipped, making Roman chuckle as he stroked his thick, black beard, jaw clenching at your attitude. He motioned his index finger, signaling for you to stand to your feet. "Pull that skirt up."

You followed command, lifting the fabric of your skirt above your hips to reveal your nakedness, as you opted out of wearing panties today. Romans eyes darkened from lust as he eyed your exposed lower half, "you walkin' around like that?" he inquired sultrily.

"Only for you daddy" you purred, bending over the desk. Roman moved behind you, holding his chin and biting his lip at your ass on grand display. a deep chuckle escaped him as temptation crept into his mind, urging him to fuck you senseless. You had to learn your lesson first.

He undid his belt, pulling it off and holding the ends together, "what I tell you bout' that mouth huh?" he held his arm up before coming down and striking your flesh hard. You winced from the first impact of the thick belt upon your skin.

"You gon watch how you talk to me," he delivered another swift strike to your cheek, using all the strength he had to make it hurt. He continuously whacked your cheek, each infliction of pain stinging worse than the last. a soreness festered deep upon your skin, making your eyes clamp shut as you braced yourself. Soft whines escaped your throat as you bared the torment.

"How many times I gotta tell you, huh?" he gritted, "you don't ever talk back to me, what I say is final ya understand?" he strongly asserted.

You nodded, humming from tucked lips.

"Nah" he chuckled, stopping briefly "ion think you do." The belt switched hands, and he began to target the other cheek with the same assault as you whimpered. Tears brimmed your doe eyes, spilling down your face as you blinked. Your throat clamored up, lips quivering as sobs threatened to escape.

"Don't cry now, you wanted this, wanted daddys attention and now you got it. Take it like a big girl" his velvety bass taunted in between the whooping.

"Please" you croaked, "no more."

He stopped again, giving you momentary relief as he shook his head at your weakened state, amused with a grin. "Guess you want me to please you now huh? Make you feel better?" he asked condescendingly.

"Yesss" you sobbed.

"You don't deserve it since you disrespected me."

"I'm s-sorry" you sniffed, hearing a thud as the belt was dropped on the floor. Breathing a sigh of relief that was sucked back in as you felt Romans tongue run a stripe along your soaked slit. You moaned as he starting eating away at your cunt. Sucking and licking your folds, tonguing dipping in and out your hole as expletives spill out. "Ssshit y-yessss!....oh fuuuck!"

Roman groaned in delight after trying to fight temptation, and failing for once. He devoured you with an insatiable hunger, greedily lapping up every bit of essence that seeped out as you came. Any juices that didn't wound up on his palate, became enriched in his beard.

“Daddy!" you gasped, cumming across his tongue as your thighs rumbled uncontrollably. It send you over the edge when his fingers pinched your clit, making you shriek and jerk at the sudden sensation.

You tried to hike a leg up in an attempt to escape, to which he murmured against your flesh, "you wanna run?" He peeled his mouth away, ordering you to flip over to which you obeyed with hurry, hopping on the desk and spreading your legs open. He practically growled at the sight of your glistening cunt, "that's right, let daddy eat his pussy." His large hands seized your thighs, keeping them separated as he dropped his head in between, returning to his meal with haste while you threw your head back.

"Fuuuuck! Yeessss!!" you belted up to the heavens, ascending right then and there. a second orgasm crashed into you, a devastating collision that snatched your soul as your mouth hung open. You tried to pull yourself upwards, and away from his mouth to no avail as he slurped up the arousal that coated his taste buds.

Roman was such a primal beast as his large hands cupped both cheeks, passionately french kissing your pussy. His eyes stayed on you, observing your wet love faces, the way your eyes fluttered from ecstasy. You were a beautiful mess at his doing.

His tongue traveled upwards to hastily flicker at your pearl before sucking on it. Your voice curdled in response as you grabbed at his man bun, trying to force his head back but he wouldn't budge. He continued to ravage your poor cunt until you came a third time. After cleaning you dry, he detached from your slick folds with a pop. He licked his lips, collecting the sweet remnants of you before rising to his feet.

Your chest heaved with intensity as you closed your legs, sitting up slowly on the desk. "Shit" you cursed to yourself, seemingly dazed as you took a min to collect. Roman on the other hand was nonchalant as he walked around to take his seat once more, pointing towards the door with a stern look and pierced eyes.

"We're not done, room, now."

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns fic

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hanasnx · 5 months

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bruce trying to explain to dick and jason that the young woman they saw in the manor is his 19 yo situationship !!

PART ONE ✩ PART TWO MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE cuffs his last link, and straightens out the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"I'm not sneaking around." JASON TODD insists, as if it should be obvious and he's disgusted Bruce would imply such a thing. A resentful smile replaces it as he claps a harsh hand on the back of DICK GRAYSON. "Birdie here was just helping me out, he told me you'd be gone by now. Didn't know you kept my copy." He raises the book into view and wiggles it.

"Of course, I would. It has all your annotations." Bruce replies calmly, and Jason's expression drops subtly. Bruce approaches you and adjusts the blanket you held so you'd be more covered up. "Why don't you go freshen up? The car's waiting." Your cheeks heat even more than before, you're sure he can see the color bloom on them and spread to your forehead. He's not the least bit interested in your nightgown that the boys commented on, instead keeping warm and rough hands on your shoulders protectively.

"Hold on a sec', who is this?" Jason has the need to be combative, especially after the flash of vulnerability he displayed. He gestures to you with the book. "Getting younger every year, aren't they, Bruce?" A wolfish grin spreads onto his lips, his canines glinting in the firelight and you frown at his rude implications, talking about you like you're not even there.

"She's my date for tonight." Bruce replies coolly, and you glance between them, puzzled over how he keeps such a level head around someone intent to get under his skin. You were alone five minutes with Jason and he'd managed to annoy you. Bruce somehow senses your unease, and meets your gaze, a soft glow in his eyes.

"Yeah, Bruce, I'm with Jason here. She looks younger than us." Dick has joined in on the conversation that apparently does not include you. "Are you sure that's the kind of statement you wanna make?"

"This conversation is over." A harder tone takes root within Bruce's voice as he commands, and you've had enough.

"Hello? Why are you all talking like I'm not here?" you demand, looking between their expressions of varying shock. "I'm the Ice Princess of Gotham, goddamnit, I won't be ignored!"

A snicker breaks out from Jason, who pats Dick's arm with the back of his hand. "Damn, the kindergartner's got a mouth on her." Dick does not engage in the banter, batting Jason's hand away with a scolding, "Jason."

"I'm tired of this!" you declare, and bunch up the blanket, rolling it up and tearing at it with your claws before throwing it to the ground. "I hope you have fun going to whatever-it-is by your-self, Bruce. I'm going to spend my time with people more civilized." you hiss, proudly sticking your nose in the air as you go to the exit.

"Tell 'em, baby! You go, girl!" Jason jeers after you, "A little more ass next time, that nightgown's too long."

Dick has the urge to shove Jason into the fire, but now that they're adults it's not as feasible as when they grew up around each other. "You're a piece of shit, you know that?" he tells him, but it's more or less tired.

Jason side-eyes him with a shrug. "I knew she couldn't handle it. I'm a tough pill to swallow, and a little princess like that needed some humbling."

"Who says? Jesus, Jason, you think everyone needs to be taken down a peg."

"So, Bruce, what were you celebrating tonight? Her sweet sixteen?" That grin stretches back onto Jason's countenance as he interrogates his former mentor. "Finally sick of pussy your age?"

"She was a distraction." Bruce answers, passing through the two boys. All of the polite inhibition from before is lowered, the playboy veil gone now that you've left the room. All that's left now is Batman, and he opens the window. Dick and Jason's eye follow his back as the cold night air hits them. "Penguin and Batman are at odds, and if Bruce Wayne is the center of controversy, the tabloids don't even notice the dealings of a vigilante." He watches you enter a cab in a huff, your longcoat thrown over your nightgown and heels, and drive off. He turns to Jason, and tips his head toward the open window. "I'm assuming this is how you got in, so out you go."

"This is the fourth story, Bruce."

"So you'll have no trouble."

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oneforthemunny · 24 days

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You are so good with angst!! If you feel like it: thong, but with Mafia!Eddie Oops, he forgot to mention a business associate was coming over with him

i'm guessing and went with smut as the genre like the one thong request with older!eddie haha! here's mafia!eddie <3 minors dni

You closed your eyes, the cool air from the many box fans you had piled in the room finally cooling you. The dogs laid out with their own. You knew they wanted to touch you, they always wants to be near you, but today you'd commanded them to the floor. It was too damn hot for anyone, anything to touch you.

Clothing included.

You found yourself shedding more and more clothes throughout the day until you were left in nothing but your thong. You ridded yourself of your tank top last, calling it quits for the day and retreating to Eddie's office- the coolest and sunless room in the house, dragging all the fans into there.

The air conditioning unit had stopped working yesterday evening, of course, in the middle of the heatwave that was terrorizing Hawkins right now. Eddie had told you he'd get it fixed, that someone would be there soon. That was this morning, hours ago, and they still hadn't shown up.

The front door opened, closing with a heavy thud that had the dogs up and at alert. "Baby?" Eddie's muffled voice called from downstairs.

Diablo let out a commanding bark, ears erect and pointed, nose touching the door. "In here," You groaned, too tired to move. Why would you? It was too hot to, and the fan felt so nice on your hot skin, finally comfortable for the first time all day.

"In my office?" Eddie's voice got closer. You didn't bother moving, not even opening your eyes, the cool air and hum of the fan lulling you.

The dogs barked in excitement when Eddie walked in, running around him. Eddie clicked, a demand for them to get back. "Did they not come and get it fixed?" Eddie asked.

"No," You groaned, a soft pout on your features. "It's so hot, Ed. I don't kno-"

"-Woah!"

"-Baby!" Eddie's hiss came after another voice, your eyes snapping open. Eddie's wide eyed meeting yours, a blush rising up his neck, Jeff standing behind him, back turned from you, undoubtedly with the same embarrassed expression.

"Eddie!" You squeaked, hands flying to cover your pebbled nipples. You squeezed your legs together, hoping to hide what the tiny thong didn't. "I-I didn't- You didn't tell me people were coming over!"

Eddie snatched the blanket off the arm of the couch, covering it over you. Your skin pricked with sweat at the thick cashmere laying over you, but you didn't dare move.

"Jeff, gimme a sec." Eddie nodded towards him.

Jeff muttered something, back still turned as she quickly left the room. Your body burned, both with the heat and from embarrassment.

"Why do you not have any clothes on?" Eddie lifted a brow, voice dropping lowly when Jeff shut the door.

"I was hot!" You squeaked. "I didn't know people were coming over!"

"What about the air conditioning guy?" Eddie frowned at you, a dark, possessive look clouding over him.

"You said he wouldn't come in the house, and I didn't need to answer the door!" You countered, glaring at him lightly. "That's why I came in your office with all the fans, because I knew- Well, I thought, no one would come in here."

Eddie's face softened, a small huff leaving his lips. His hair was pulled back, curls frizzy from the heat. He had opted for a short sleeve shirt today, still black, but silk, the top buttons undone.

"My clothes are over there." You nodded towards the arm chair, where you'd lazily thrown your tank top and tiny cotton shorts.

Eddie walked over, switching your clothes for the blanket. You slipped the tank top over your head, the cotton clinging to your clammy skin. Maybe you'd have a cool bath instead, soak in the cold water and finally cool down.

Eddie lazily folded the blanket back, eyes watching you through a half lidded gaze. "When'd you get those?" He hummed, eyes lingering over your tiny, lacy thong. "That's new."

Your skin pricked with heat, excited, flushed, a little embarrassed still. "Last week," You muttered, looking up at him carefully. "When Nancy and I went shopping. I saw them and thought they were cute."

Eddie hummed. "Very cute." His lips twitched in a grin. "Keep 'em on for me, ok? I'm gonna try and get rid of Jeff. Send him to go get that lazy fucking asshole to fix this air conditioning." He huffed in annoyance.

You rolled your eyes gently. "Yeah? And do what? It's way too hot to have sex right now, Eddie. I'm already boiling."

Eddie grinned wickedly, eyes darkening in a way that made you shiver, body kissed in goosebumps. "I think I can find a way for us to cool down." He hummed, gaze rolling over your frame again. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Eddie returned with his own shirt off, a champagne bucket filled with ice in his hands. The blanket was spread on the floor this time, fans still pointed all around you, before Eddie stripped you back down to nothing but the thong, dragging the ice over your nipples, down your sternum, holding it between his teeth when he drug it up the inside of your thighs leaving you shivering in its wake.

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hamsterclaw · 4 months

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A Love story, read the rest here.

Your fuckboi boyfriend proposes to you, and he's just about as unserious as you expect him to be, until you realise he isn't.

Pairing: Namjoon x f! reader

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sex, swearing

When Namjoon proposed you’d thought it was a joke, at first.

‘Sure,’ you’d answered, nonchalant. ‘When do we tell our parents?’

‘We could just elope,’ Namjoon had said. He’d rolled over, bare back gleaming with sweat from pounding you into the bed.

‘Perfect. What should I wear?’

‘I’ll get you a dress,’ Namjoon had said. ‘A ring, too.’

‘Great.’

You’d got up to get washed up, and when you’d come back, wondering if it was all really a joke, you’d found Namjoon fast asleep, stretched out over the entire bed.

You’d climbed on top of him, buried your face in his chest, and gone to sleep too.

You’d been at the mall a few days later, helping Namjoon choose a new jacket, when he’d disappeared and come back with an ivory slip dress.

He’d held it up in front of you. ‘What do you think?’

‘It’s nice,’ you’d agreed.

‘Perfect. I’ll get a shirt to match.’

You’d raised an eyebrow. ‘Is this for our ‘wedding’?’

Namjoon had said, ‘Yeah.’

‘I should try it on,’ you’d said, thoughtfully.

Namjoon had given you all of three minutes in the changing room before he’d pushed his way in the door.

‘Shit, you look pretty,’ he’d said, looking you up and down with a flattering intensity.

‘Pretty enough to marry?’

‘Forever isn’t long enough,’ Namjoon had replied, waggling his brows at you, and you’d burst out laughing.

‘Shut up, idiot,’ you’d scoffed but there’d been an oddly sweet fluttering in your chest.

Namjoon had already been distracted by your thighs, big hand running up the smoothness of your left thigh, bunching the silky material up to your hip, plucking at the strap of your tiny underwear, twanging it against your skin.

‘Get out, we can do this at home,’ you’d said firmly, hand on his chest, pushing him out of the changing room.

Namjoon had said, ‘Give me a sec,’ and had readjusted what looked like a raging boner.

‘Shit, Namjoon,’ you’d teased, flattered and impressed that he’d got that hard that quickly.

‘It’s not just you in that dress,’ Namjoon had said, in all seriousness. ‘It’s the idea of calling you Mrs Kim.’

You’d dropped to your knees and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock over his jeans, and he’d whined then, a sound so rare for him you’d wet your panties just from hearing it.

‘Come on,’ you’d said, sultry, going up on tiptoe to nibble his earlobe. ‘Buy me this and let’s go home.’

That afternoon Namjoon had fucked you against the door as soon as you’d closed it behind you, tugging your panties down to your ankles, lifting your leg and sliding into you with a groan so relieved you’d suspected he’d been hard since the changing room at the mall.

You’d been no better, worked up by the heated looks he’d kept throwing you on the way home, by the way he’d felt you up under your top in the lift to his apartment, whispering filth in your ear about how pretty your tits were, how he could see your nipples through the material, how he wanted his cum all over them.

It’d been hours before you made it to the bed, mainly because you’d fallen asleep in his arms on the floor after he’d fucked your third orgasm from you, sticky and satisfied.

Namjoon in his mid twenties had fucked you so many times he’d probably been inside you more often than not.

You wouldn’t have changed a damn thing.

***

You’d ended up planning a wedding dinner because your and his parents insisted, an affair you’d left to your mother and his which ended up being in a swanky hotel downtown.

You remember scrolling through a wedding menu one Saturday morning, half dressed, barely awake, because of a barrage of messages from your mother.

Namjoon had been doing pushups in a corner of his bedroom, grunting with effort, and you’d walked over and climbed on top of the expanse of his bare back.

‘Get off,’ he’d complained, but he’d made no move to push you off.

You’d enjoyed the feel of his back muscles flexing under your ass and thighs as he’d done another pushup, arms twitching from the effort of holding you up.

Finally, he’d rolled over, sending you into a crumpled pile on the floor, and just as quickly had got on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

‘Do you want soup as a starter?’ you’d asked, feigning seriousness.

He’d raised a brow at you. ‘Yeah of course.’

‘Can you text my mum back?’ you’d asked.

Namjoon had grabbed your phone from your hand. ‘Yeah. I’ll just tell her I’ll call her after I finish fucking you.’

You’d grabbed for the phone, and he’d pinned your arms above your head.

‘Fuck the soup. Let’s get married today,’ he’d said.

‘Sure. Give me an hour to get dressed.’

Namjoon and you had eyed each other. There’d been nothing in his expression that made you doubt his seriousness, but you’d wondered anyway.

As you’d showered, and he’d stepped in to shower after you were done.

As you’d put your makeup on, styled your hair.

As you’d gone to lay your slip dress on the bed, only to find his crisp ivory shirt laid out already, with his good suit.

As you’d slipped your shoes on, and he’d helped you with your coat.

As you’d pulled up outside city hall.

You’d slipped your hand in his as you walked up the steps, and he’d stopped then, looking down at you, so handsome your heart could burst.

‘I want to marry you today. Will you marry me?’ he’d asked.

You don’t know how he could ever ask you that and expect any answer but yes.

You’d slid your thumb over his wrist, felt his pulse thumping under your skin, strong, steady.

Even now, after all these years and after all you’ve been through, you’d say the same thing you said that day.

‘I’d love to,’ you’d said.

He’d smiled, almost shy, and leaned down to kiss you full on the lips.

After the ceremony you’d gone to the lake outside city hall to feed the ducks.

The sky had been overcast that day, and neither of you had taken any pictures, but you can still see him in your mind’s eye, still remember it like it was yesterday.

‘Should I call your mom back now?’ he’d asked, leaning over the railing, turning to you.

‘I told her I trusted her judgement,’ you’d replied. ‘And that you definitely wanted soup.’

Namjoon had laughed, and you’d pressed a kiss to his chest.

‘I love you,’ you’d told him.

He’d waited until you’d looked up at him. ‘I love you,’ he’d said.

You’d waited for the punchline, the fuckboi comment, but he’d knitted his fingers through yours and said, ‘Forever isn’t long enough.’

You’d held hands by the lake until it got too cold, and then, you’d made your way home.

©hamsterclaw 2024

#namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #bts smut

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madlittlecriminal · 5 months

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[INTRO] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: mention of robbery, mention of Miguel missing breakfast, mention of Miguel being used for homework

series masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

To say his day was rough, was an understatement.

He felt as though no one paid attention to him for the simple fact that every little thing had gone wrong. It was worse when he got told one of his clubs got robbed by none other than Osbron's little crew.

If Miguel was being honest, he needed a damn drink. Unfortunately, he had a meeting with his Alchemax team in about an hour, so drinking was out of the question; he'd have to wait until after to have a drink, but he didn't really mind it as much.

He stepped out of the club after reviewing the damage, relieved that no one was hurt and that his rule was followed: give them the money as a life means more than cash. Plus, they robbed him on a slow night, so he lost about three grand in total from his bartenders' tips and the money from drinks. He simply reimbursed them and told them he makes more than that in an hour, so he didn't care.

He fixed his ruby colored sunglasses as his eyes traveled to the bakery across the street from his club. He tilted his head to the side, confused as to how he's never seen it before. "Is that bakery new?"He asked one of the bartenders at his club who shook her head with a grin.

"Depends on what your definition of new is, boss. It's been there since you hired me, and I've been working here for three years." Miguel's brows furrowed as she explained it to him.

"How am I just now noticing it?"

"Easy. You come to the club at 12 am. The bakery closes at 11pm."

"Why so late?"

"Because the ovens are cold by then. We're her last customers. Remember that concha Lyla gave you?" He nods. "It's from there. She does desserts from all over the world. She's talented." With that, the bartender takes her leave. Miguel tilts his head to the side before heading across the street and into the bakery. His nose is hit with the delicious scent of baked goods, some bringing him back to his childhood when his mother would bake for him and his brother Gabriel.

"I'll be with you in a sec!" You called out from where he believed was the kitchen. He doesn't respond, too focused on the orejas and the many pan finos you had. He took note of the flan, apple pies, banana bread, muffins, macarons, and more. His stomach growled, remembering he missed breakfast.

Then you appeared, flour on your cheeks and on your burgundy apron. You gave him a kind smile and he took off his sunglasses, putting them away and getting a better look at you from the natural sunlight that broke through from the window of your bakery. Were you real?

"How can I help you, sir?" His heart raced as his breathing hitched slightly. His palms were clammy with sweat, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the rush of nerves that entered his body or the heat from the bakery. Wait, was it hot in here?

"Uh...hi. C-can I get a piece of..." Miguel didn't trust himself to finish the sentence as he resorted to pointing at the stack of conchas. The last time he remembered being this nervous around a girl was back in high school when the cheerleader asked him for his help on biology homework. Unfortunately, he also remembers that she only flirted with him to get her homework done. He was glad they didn't have science together after that as he went to AP Chemistry the following year.

You smiled and nodded. "Chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?"

Once again, he didn't trust his voice so only pointed at the chocolate one.

"How many?"

He held up two fingers and you nodded. "Alright. Your total is $4.25. Cash or card?" You put the conchas in a bag as you waited for a response.

"Cash." He handed you a 20-dollar bill and took the bag. "Keep the change. Don't need a receipt." He quickly rushed out of the bakery without another word.

You stood there with the 20 bucks in hand, blinking down at the register in confusion. You put the cash in the register and put the receipt down. "Well, that wasn't weird at all." You mumble to yourself before heading back to the kitchen to check on the rasgulla you had cooling down.

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #spiderman 2099 #marvel #mcu #marvel universe #x reader #reader insert #alternate universe

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tetsutits · 1 year

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ᰔ cw — female reader, rindou calls you a‘smart’ & ‘sweet girl’. ummm this is just me projecting lol rip it’s finals szn rn *cries*

“alright,” rindou sighs, “how about arterial depolarization?”

you pause, eyes zeroing in on the flash cards sitting between his veiny fingers. he waits a few seconds for your response, and when you don’t say anything, he tilts his head at you.

“w-wait! don’t say it! i know it,” you wave your arms around, “just gimme a sec,”

your boyfriends eyes find their way back to you, violet and half-lidded. in his hands, he holds over thirty flash cards with definitions and terminologies written all over them.

you huff, crossing your legs and tucking them to your chest, wracking your brain for the definition. at this point, so damn late at night, the words just scramble to gibberish in your brain, information overload at its finest.

“need help?”

“no!”

he smirks, watching the way you stare hard at the carpeted floor you both sit on, a pretty little pout on your lips and your brows furrowed in concentration.

you are too damn cute. even like this, late night study sessions where you think you look the worst, he thinks you’re still the prettiest girl he’s seen.

still, he gives you a few moments to gather up an answer to his question. seeing the gears turn in your head, linking up thoughts and finally, the response hits you.

“oh, oh!” you gasp, springing up to your knees, “it’s the P wave in an ECG,”

rindou hums, signaling you to keep going.

“it’s when the electrical current passes through the heart… and umm, it’s kinda like, basically arterial contraction.”

“okay, and what’s the opposite of that?”

“repolarization. and that’s just relaxing, so…” trail off, searching of a conclusion, “those electric signals kinda just make up the heart pumping mechanism.”

you smile, clapping your hands together in small victory.

he leans back on one hand, nodding his head silently, and you wait for his confirmation to tell you that you’ve either got it wrong or right.

after a few beats of silence, he finally speaks. “what a smart girl,” little smile at his lips, “look at you, baby, i’m so proud of you.”

your breath hitches, freezing all your movements and feeling the heat rise all the way up to your ears. you bite the inside of your cheek upon hearing his validating words.

“see? you’ve got nothing to worry about.” he continues, dropping the flash cards on the floor.

he leans in, crowding your surroundings so he can tuck a flyaway hair behind your ear. his touch sends shivers all over you, making the baby hairs at the back of your neck stand straight.

“my sweet girls gonna ace this final tomorrow,” he whispers near your ear, swallowing up your reaction like a starved man.

you feel your heart beat erratically against your chest, and breath deep before asking, “you think so?”

he smiles, pinching your cheek playfully. “i know so.”

#OK BYE GOODNIGHT #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you

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greatpestilenz · 11 months

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Bodies - Earth 42 Miles Morales x Reader Smut

-THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLEASE DONT BUTCHER ME

-ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF LEGAL AGE!!!

The stars in the night sky outside your window glistened as you organize your desk, cleaning up your laptop and throwing away the paper drafts you ripped from your notebook. You did’t hear the quiet sound of your window opening and closing behind you as we stood observed in your cleaning task.

"Ay mami, that outfit looks great on you."

You turn around abruptly, not expecting someone to be in the room. "Miles! You scared me!"

Miles smirks, leaning against the window frame. "Sorry, cariño. I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at that sexy outfit you've got on. It's got me all hot and bothered." He licks his lips suggestively. "Can't blame a guy for appreciating a beautiful sight, right?"

You roll your eyes playfully. "Why are you visiting so late?"

Miles chuckles, stepping further into the room. "Late-night visits are always more exciting, don't you think, mi amor? Besides, I couldn't resist seeing you. You know how irresistible you are to me." He smirks, taking a few steps closer, his eyes fixed on your exposed body.

"Mhm." You hum and turn back around to your task. "Give me a sec, will you?"

Miles watches you intently, a hungry look in his eyes as you continue with your task. "Take your time, mami. I'll just enjoy the view while I wait." He leans against a nearby wall, crossing his arms and letting his gaze wander over your body.

You finish up your task and reorganize your desk.

Miles continues to watch your every move, his eyes lingering on the curves of your body. "Mmm, you're quite the distraction, cariño. I don't know how you manage to concentrate with me around," he says with a playful smirk, slowly approaching you.

You roll your eyes playfully. "You're not much of a distraction, Miles."

Miles raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so, mi amor? We both know you can't resist my charm." He closes the distance between you, reaching out to run his fingers along the exposed skin of your waist. "But if I'm not a distraction, then perhaps I need to work a little harder to convince you."

"Perhaps you do.." You gaze into his eyes lustfully.

A smirk spreads across Miles' face as he feels the growing desire between the two of you. He slowly leans in closer, his breath teasingly brushing against your skin. "Well, mi amor, let me show you just how much of a distraction I can be." His voice is low and husky, filled with promise.

His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, his hands sliding up your sides, caressing your curves. The heat between you intensifies as his tongue explores every inch of your mouth. Miles presses his body against yours, his hands trailing down to cup your rear, squeezing it firmly.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "You want me, don't you, cariño?" he whispers, his voice dripping with seduction.

"I want you.."

Miles smirks, his hands gliding up from your hips to the hem of your see-through crop top. Slowly, he lifts it over your head, exposing your bare breasts. His eyes trace over your supple flesh, and he can't help but let out a low growl of appreciation.

"Damn, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, leaning in to capture one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, teasing and sucking gently, while his other hand kneads and caresses your remaining breast.

As his mouth works its magic on your breasts, Miles slides his hands down your body, his touch feather-light against your skin. His fingers graze along the waistband of your thong, slipping beneath the fabric to tease your sensitive folds.

He pulls away from your breasts, his lips hovering just centimeters away from yours. "Tell me, mi amor," he whispers huskily. "What do you want me to do to you?"

You lean into him and whisper back. "I want you to take me.."

Miles smirks, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and mischief. He places a soft kiss on your lips before leading you towards the nearby bed, his hands exploring every inch of your body along the way. The anticipation builds as he gently pushes you down onto the soft mattress.

With a confident grace, Miles removes his own clothes, revealing his toned physique. His arousal is evident, straining against his boxer briefs. He crawls on top of you, his lips trailing down your neck. His hands roam over your body, worshiping every curve and contour.

As he reaches your thong, he pulls it down slowly, revealing your glistening folds to him. Miles wastes no time, his fingers finding their way to your wetness, teasing and caressing. He brings his mouth to your breasts once more, flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple, while his fingers continue their relentless assault.

Feeling the waves of pleasure building, you eagerly guide Miles inside you. He enters you slowly, the sensation overwhelming as he fills you completely. Every thrust sends ripples of ecstasy through your body, his pace gradually quickening.

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. Miles takes you with an intensity fuelled by desire, his grip on your hips firm as he pounds into you relentlessly. Pleasure courses through your veins, driving you towards the brink of ecstasy.

As your bodies synchronize in a passionate rhythm, the pleasure builds to its peak. Miles quickens his pace, his breath becoming ragged. With an explosive climax, you both reach the heights of pleasure, waves of orgasm crashing over you in a simultaneous release.

Miles collapses beside you, his body heaving with exertion. He pulls you close, his arms wrapped around you possessively. "Damn, cariño, you were incredible," he whispers, planting soft kisses on your forehead.

#fanfic #fanfic writig #smut #x reader #lemon #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miles morales #miles morales x reader

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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Fluff concept!

Klay and reader are expecting their first baby. Ever since he found out that reader was pregnant, he's been way more affectionate. Now that The Thompson Bump (he's so proud of that nickname) finally has made an appearance, he basically won't leave her side unless he really has to. At night, he rubs her belly with cocoa butter and tells the baby a goodnight story (one night it's an exaggerated tale of how he and mommy met!)

"Babe", you waddled into the bathroom, your hands occupied with an apple and a spoon of peanut butter, your latest pregnancy craving. You were about 6 months pregnant, and your belly was finally covering up your feet, making getting dressed every morning and ready for bed every evening an exhausting chore.

"Can you unbutton my jeans, I can't see down there anymore." You giggled, taking the final bite of your apple.

"Yeah, babe, one sec." Klay looked over at you from the sink as he finished shaving, a bit of shaving cream still on his neck. He wiped it away before turning his attention to you.

"Your pants are already unbuttoned." He bent down to look under your belly just to double check.

"Are you kidding me?", you huffed, scowling, "I ran errands today with my jeans open?! Probably showed off my granny panties to everyone too!" You gently sat down on the bed, letting your feet dangle as you rubbed your belly. "I never thought pregnancy brain was real, but I am living proof that it is."

Klay walked over you to, chuckling to himself as he bent over to press a kiss to your stomach. "Its okay, I'm sure no one even noticed, baby." His low, even voice was immediately reassuring to you, it could make you believe anything. "And you get a pass because you're so damn beautiful." You blushed, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks.

"Here, let me help you." Klay refused to watch you struggle to get up off the bed, extending his hands out to you and helping you to your feet. "Where are you going?" His question was laced with concern, ever since you got pregnant, he was extra careful of you, watching every step you took to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

"Just to shower, babe." Your belly shook as you laughed while walking to the closet to get a clean pair of pajamas.

"I'll get everything you need, just go ahead and shower, mama." Klay ushered you over to the bathroom, his hands on your lower back. You tried your best to hide your smile. If your husband wanted to dote on you, you weren't going to decline.

"Don't forget my socks please!" you called out from the shower, relishing the feeling of the hot water cascading over your sore body.

"Got it." He replied back to you, laying everything out on your side of the bed so it was easy for you to get dressed.

"And my lotion please?" You stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a warm, fluffy towel. Klay stood in front of your vanity, searching for your cocoa butter lotion. "Its in the top drawer", you directed him.

You took your time getting dressed before Klay helped you into the bed, tucking your legs underneath the blanket. You already felt your eyelids getting heavy as he began to gently rub the lotion onto your stomach. This had become a nightly ritual for the two of you, giving you a chance to relax, and Klay some quality time with you and the baby.

"He's about the size of a cauliflower today." You smiled at Klay's remark, placing your hand on his as he waited for the baby to kick. "How are you so sure its a boy?" The two of you had decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender of your first born.

"I don't know", he shrugged, "I only have brothers, and I just have a feeling that the Thompson bump is gonna be a boy." You cringed at the nickname, holding your tongue because you knew how much he loved it. "Well I love our cauliflower already, boy or girl." Klay hummed in agreement.

He pressed a few light kisses to your belly, the sensation tickling you. "What do you think about the name Wilson?" He asked casually, laying down next to you so he could press his cheek to your stomach. You scrunched your nose in disapproval. "Uh, huh, that was the name of my ex-boyfriend's dog."

Klay chuckled, "which boyfriend?", he trailed his fingers against your skin. "The one I was dating before I met you."

"Your mom would never admit it, but I knew she was in love with me the first time we met." Klay directed his words to the baby, chuckling to himself.

"Don't lie to our unborn baby, Klay!" you playfully slapped him on the arm. "You were definitely in love with me first."

"Don't listen to her, Wilson. She said I love you on the third date. She was crazy about me. She saw me put up those 60 points in a game, and she was all over me."

"We are not naming our baby, Wilson! If you want to know the truth, I knew you were the one on the first date, I just didn't want to seem too eager." Klay sat up, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

"Don't worry, I knew you were the one on our first date, too."

#klay thompson #klaythompson #klay thompon x reader #klay thompson fan fiction #klay thompson imagine #nba fan fiction

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mrs-gucci · 2 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

it’s suuuuper hot today where I am, so I figured I’d spice things up for myself with a little help from steve ;) enjoy!

warnings. smut!!, light fluff, established relationship, sex on the kitchen table, unprotected sex, some dirty talk, creampie.

word count: 1.2k

** the AC at yours and steve’s apartment goes out on the hottest day of the year. the landlord can’t get to you until this evening so...will you and steve be able to stay cool until then? probably not. **

|| 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 ||

“Okay, thank you.”

Steve looks at you expectantly as you get off the phone with your landlord. You sigh, turning to face him with a hopeless expression.

“Not till tonight. He can’t get here until then.”

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, head falling back against the couch and his hands come up to run through his hair. “We’re gonna melt before then...”

It’s the hottest day of the summer: record high temperatures, humidity so thick it could be swallowed, the works. You grab another water bottle from the fridge and stand there for a second, enjoying the chilly air from inside before shutting it again.

“Well, I mean, we could try to go to one of the kid’s places. I’m sure Dustin would be thrilled to spend some time with you, and, well, I’ll just be there.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh c’mon, you know he loves you. I just hate to be a bother, y’know? Plus, we’d have to go outside and I think I’ll actually combust if we have to be in direct sunlight for even a second.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you laugh. “Alright, alright, we’ll stay here. Worst comes to worst, we can jump in your car for a sec for some AC or whatever.”

He hums, nodding. “Mmhmm.”

Silence lingers between you two for a little while, only the faint sound of some midday TV sitcom on in the living room. You’ve got a fan going in the corner, but it’s not that strong and it seems to be slowly dying out, blades whirring slower and slower.

He’s the first to break the silence.

“Okay, I gotta take my shirt off,” he grumbles, pulling off the Star Wars t-shirt Dustin got him for his birthday and tossing it to the floor. “Jesus...”

Your eyes flicker over for a second, eyeing his firm, hairy chest. You swallow harshly, taking a seat next to him. Of course he notices your little prolonged glance and his mouth turns up in a small smirk.

You’re getting hot too, and you’re already just in your bra, not bothering to put on a shirt this morning when you woke up. But even your thin sleep shorts feel like a wool sweater on your hips and you’re itching to be rid of them.

“Hey, babe?” Steve asks, resting his hand on your thigh. You look over again. “Do you mind if I take my shorts off too? It’s just...really hot.”

You nod, chewing the inside of your lip as Steve pulls his shorts off. He’s left in only his loose plaid boxer shorts and these happen to be one of your favorite pairs of his. You’re all but drooling as he sits back down, legs spread.

Maybe he’s doing this on purpose...yeah, it’s super fucking hot, but on the other hand...he’s Steve Harrington.

“Do you mind if I take mine off too?”

He looks over at you, offering a small smile. “Absolutely. It’s way too hot even for those little shorts.”

“Thanks, baby,” you say, reaching over to press a kiss to his lips before pushing your shorts down. You know damn well you’re not wearing anything underneath, but you still do it anyway, tossing them aside.

When he looks over, his body stiffens for a moment. He’d momentarily forgotten that you don’t wear any panties to bed. Not that it matters, because it absolutely does not matter that you’re sitting next to him in nothing but a sheer bra--

Without even asking, Steve pulls his boxers down, just to even the playing field. You look over immediately, not even trying to hide it at this point. Your thighs rub together involuntarily at the sight of his naked form.

You both know it’s a heat wave, that you should be so hot and exhausted that being naked next to each other shouldn’t be that big of a deal...

“I know it’s really fucking humid in here baby, but--”

Steve’s lips are already on yours and he’s lifting you up off the couch. You hum, kissing him desperately while he walks across the room to the kitchen table, setting you down on the cool wooden surface.

“I’m gonna try to keep off you as much as I can,” he hums, spreading your legs and rubbing the head of his hardening cock against your folds. “But at least we have that shitty ass fan on us.”

You hadn’t even thought twice about why he brought you over to the table, but now it makes sense.

He slots his head right up against the hood of your clit, jerking himself off and allowing the natural motion of his weeping head rub your bud. Your back arches and you let out a soft gasp, legs falling further open.

“Mmm, Steve...” your voice is barely above a whisper, eyes shut as he touches you. “Oh, Steve...”

His jaw clenches, a soft grunt escaping him. He jerks himself faster, loving your little noises and the way you say his name as he pleasures you. “Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock, babe. Want you soaking wet.”

You whimper and start to squirm on the tabletop, pleading with your body. He smirks softly, settling his hands on your hips to keep you still. You huff breathily, which earns you a small chuckle from your boyfriend.

“So desperate, hm?” he hums, sliding one hand up to cup your breast over the fabric. “My pretty girl...”

He lines up and presses into your waiting entrance without another word. Both of you moan at the feeling and he starts rolling his hips immediately, holding your legs apart by your ankles.

The poor old wooden table is rocking violently with each of his quick thrusts, legs squealing as they’re dragged along the floor. You couldn’t be bothered to care, though, too focused on the handsome man above you.

“Mmm! Baby...shit.”

Sweat is already coating your skin and you can see that Steve is equally as sweaty, glistening under the lamp’s soft glow. He groans, grip on your ankles tightening slightly the further he loses himself in bliss. “Fuuuck...you’re so tight, babe. Love this tight little pussy.”

His words make you moan and you hold onto his strong arms tightly, nails leaving crescent shapes in their wake. The slight stinging pain on his arms only pleasures Steve further, encouraging his hips to move a bit quicker.

You’re close, so close, and you can tell that Steve’s right there with you. Always the giver, he reaches down to rub your clit, wanting to be sure that you reach your climax first.

“A-Ahhh, Steve...!” your orgasm hits moments later, pleasure pulsing throughout your whole body. “Fuck b-baby...”

He groans loudly, reaching his peak after fucking you through yours. His hips press forward, emptying his creamy seed deep inside you, painting your walls. His thighs tremble as he holds himself in place and tries not to make so much contact with your hot, sweaty skin. “Fffuck!”

You sit up on your elbows, offering him a dopey smile as he pulls out gently, watching some of his spend leak from your puffy entrance. He hums, giving your cunt a playful little smack before leaning down to press his lips to yours.

“Mmm. Salty.” he hums with a smile, chuckling softly.

“Ewwww, Steve. You’re such a weirdo,” you laugh, shaking your head. “But you’re my weirdo.”

Steve grins, kissing you again.

“Your weirdo.”

#mrs-gucci #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve stranger things #joe keery #joe keery imagine

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ellafushiguro · 2 months

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“Not bad…” Chapter 2

(Links to: Prologue & Chapters 1, 3, 4, 5)

You didn’t bump into Hange on the way to the mess hall this morning. Huh, maybe she’s already there waiting for me. Oddly enough, she wasn’t there either. In fact, no one was. A completely empty dining hall, other than the cooks. You picked up a cookie and ate it on your way out.

Carrying your Captain’s morning tea in the usual tea tray, you knock on his office door. Nothing. You peep your head into, also, an empty office. Was there a meeting you weren’t notified about or something? You leave the tea on his desk, eager to investigate. It’s too quiet around here…

You run into Mikasa and Armin, on their way to see the medic. Finally, someone! “Hey guys, oh god, Armin what happened?” He looks up at you, holding onto Mikasa with one arm, the other holding an ice pack to the side of his cheek. “Goodmorning Lt” he groans, “oh yenno the usual… got my ass kicked hah… nothing too serious!” There was a training session today? Why weren’t you notified? “Ah I see, I didn’t know. I thought I was going crazy for a sec. I couldn’t find anybody.” You say, scratching the back of your neck. “Captain Levi didn’t tell you?” Mikasa asks. “It wasn’t on his calendar” you shrug. “Huh. But anyway, they’re all out back in the field. We’ll catch ya later.” Armin says with a soft smile. They give you a quick salute and went on their way. You had some documents that needed Levi’s signature ASAP. You make your way to the woods behind the castle.

You start to hear faint groans and the sound of sticks click clacking the closer you get to the training ground. You’ve never been back here before. You never really had a reason to. Making your way through the trees, bugs buzzing all around you, branches poking out at you in all directions, getting caught in your hair and one getting caught on your skirt. Ah shit. You try to pull it out, and while doing so, it ripped the side of your skirt creating a side slit. This is why you work in a frickin office!!!!! You’ve turned into such a mess while in this damn forest. Fuck it, you’re in too deep to turn back now. You’ll explain yourself later. You grumble under your breath.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you finally make it out, in one piece. You see all of the younger cadets spread out on the open field fighting, teaching each other, throwing each other, some even doing all kinds of kicks and flips trying to dodge hits. Ah, those were the days. You thought back to when you were once a cadet. For a 15 year old, you were a quick and eager learner and turned out to be an even greater fighter. But that was years ago. You’ve been working in administration since you were 18. You’ve been sidelined for the last 7 years. You haven’t picked up a sword or even thrown a punch ever since. You wonder if you still got it. I mean you’re only 25, it’s not like you’re old.

You search the crowd for Captain Levi. From across the field, you see him standing next to Commander Erwin, Hange, Miche, and Nanaba deep in conversation. You raise your arm up as high as you can, trying to wave him down and get his attention. But nothing. You can’t exactly go around the cadets since they were so spread out. It’s too early for this shit. You were running around the castle all morning, left out of the day's schedule, it’s hot, your legs are sweating in your leather boots, and you were almost just devoured by the damn forest. Your good mood has quickly turned sour, and just keeps getting worse by the minute standing here in this heat. I just need him to sign these damn papers. All this shit just for some frickin documents! But they’re important ones… and they need to be mailed out by lunchtime… so you suck it up. You make your way towards the middle of the crowd, feeling yourself get worked up. The deeper you get into the crowd, the more dusts of dirt fly around into the air, making it a little hard to see. You use your hand to try and fan it from your face, but through the dust someone grabs your hand and throws you down. “What the hell! It’s me, Lt L/N!” I guess they didn’t hear you because whoever it was, wasn’t finished with you. You roll yourself away from them and bump into someone else who grabs your arm and lifts you up, finally someone coming to my rescue, you thought, only to see a fist flying toward you. You quickly dodge the punch leaning to the right, fuck this I’ve had enough! You clench your right hand into a fist and swing, knocking whoever it was to the ground. Damn that felt good. You felt something awaken inside of you. You turn around to start walking again but was met with the same thing… again… and again… and again. Blind with rage, you blacked out.

Once the dust had cleared, you found yourself standing a bit further away from where you last remembered, which was the middle of the field. Panting, you looked down at your hands. Knuckles bruised and bleeding. Your clothes were covered in dirt with a bit of blood that for sure wasn’t yours, the top two buttons on your blouse finally gave up and is now showing more of your chest, and the slit on your skirt from earlier was torn even higher exposing your whole right thigh. Surprisingly your satchel was still hanging around your neck. What the… Then it hit you. You blacked out. This has happened before... You look around the field only to see half of the cadets knocked out, and the other half groaning in pain. “Oi, Y/N.” You looked up and locked eyes with Captain Levi from where he was standing with the others. You turned to look at Commander Erwin, who had a look of satisfaction on his face. Hange, eyes practically popping out of her glasses. Miche and Nanaba, trying to hold back their amusement. The skin in between Levi’s eyebrows scrunched together. You dust yourself off and exhaustedly walk over to him, pulling out a pen and the documents. “I need you to sign these sir.” He looks down at the papers in your shaking hands, and then back up at you. His heart skipped a beat. Our dear Captain Levi was speechless. A rare occurrence. And the others noticed too.

She’s a fuckin mess. A beautiful… goddamn mess…

Yeeesh, he looks like he wants to rip my head off…

“I’ve been wondering when I’d finally be able to see you in action Lt L/N.” Commander Erwin finally speaks up.

“Not bad.”

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maplekzh · 8 months

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rile you up

nami x fem!reader

wc: 2.74k (can you tell i got carried away LMFAO)

warnings: nsfw, 18+ only please!!

pure filth... that is all i have to say! thank you so much for the love on my other nami fics btw, i really appreciate it!!

nami thinks she may have to resort to throwing herself overboard to avoid jumping your bones right in the middle of the lower deck of the thousand sunny, rest of the straw hats be damned.

no cloud in sight for miles, the sun beats down on the ship relentlessly. the rest of the crew is spread out around the ship, sitting outside in shaded spots or in one of the many rooms below deck.

save for you.

taking this rare moment of peacefulness, earlier in the day you had dragged one of the lounge chairs to the center of the lower deck and placed a small folding table next to it. a few books sit stacked on it as you relax in the hot sun, clad in nothing but a thin bikini that leaves almost nothing to the imagination.

beads of sweat drip down your skin every so often, making your skin glisten in the harsh sunlight. your doughy thighs press together as they prop up the spine of the book you’re reading. the fullness of your soft chest is on full display, arms unintentionally pressing your breasts together combining with the rise and fall of the breaths you take. your hair is up and out of the way, exposing the curve of your neck and slope of your shoulder.

nami continues to observe (read: eye fuck) you from the upper deck by her tangerine trees for the next few minutes, debating wether she should just pin you against the lawn chair and take you right then and there.

she’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of your voice mingling with another one of your crewmates.

“thank you sanji, i can’t tell you how much i appreciate this!” you shut your book and place it with the rest of the stack as the blond places a refreshing cold drink in your hand, a bright smile rivaling the sun above on your lips.

“it’s my pleasure, my dear! anything for a beautiful lady such as yourself.” nami tunes out the rest of the conversation, focused solely on the sweet smile on your lips and the light laughs erupting from your chest.

she can’t take it any more.

the tangerine haired girl moves across the deck swiftly, arriving by your side in just a few short moments. you smile up at her cluelessly, just pleased you see your girlfriend in front of you. an expression of confusion crosses your face as you register how out of breath she is, along with her strained smile when she turns her attention to sanji in front of you.

“hey sanji, mind if i borrow her for a sec?” nami doesn’t even wait for a reply from the poor man before she’s pulling you away towards your shared room by your waist. her fingernails bite into the skin, leaving halfmoon marks there for you to admire later.

the door of the room is slammed shut and locked as she pins you against the wood roughly. a whine leaves your mouth when her knee shifts to press up into your clothed pussy firmly, leaving you with nowhere to go.

“i was so close to just taking you right in front of that damn cook, you know that baby? fuck, you’re so hot.” she mumbles against your glistening neck, sucking and licking and biting at the patches of skin she deems fit to be marked. one of her hands trails up to the roots of your hair, guiding your head to expose more skin for her to kiss.

your palm presses against your mouth tightly as you fight to keep the noise volume down, squeezing your eyes shut as nami grips your hips and grinds your soaked cunt against her thigh.

“baby please…” a muffled whine travels to her ears and she parts from your neck, heated gaze landing on your teary eyes. a satisfied giggle leaves her chest and she leans back to admire the damage she’s done so far.

her soft palms dart to the bikini top barely covering your breasts and pull the fabric down to rest under them. another string of moans is muffled by your hand as nami takes one of your sensitive nipples in her mouth and sucks, twirling the bud around gently. she’s messy with it, trails of drool slipping from the corners of her mouth as more pools underneath her tongue. your other breast is palmed roughly, fingers twisting and rubbing the bud ruthlessly as your knees threaten to buckle beneath you.

she pauses again, fully backing away from you this time. a grin spreads across her lips at the needy look you give her.

“on the bed, sweetheart. gonna fuck you so good.” she turns her back to you, going to search for the box she’s thinking of in the closet.

you take a second to admire her before stumbling your way to the mattress, flopping not-so-gracefully onto the silky sheets. your gaze returns to nami, finding that she's already done searching the closet. she places the strap on the bed next to where you sit and leans over, pulling you into another kiss. you hastily help her remove her clothing, rubbing your soft thighs together in anticipation as she puts on the strap as fast as she can.

“hands and knees please, my love.” her voice is low as she mumbles against your lips, fingers gripping your chin. you maneuver yourself accordingly, pressing a cheek into the pillows at the head of the bed.

a digit strokes over your clothed pussy, the thin fabric barely hiding the outline of your soaked folds. she presses firmly against the wet spot where your juices have soaked through and hums as you tense in response.

“so wet for me already sweetheart. you’re so perfect for me.” she praises you, continuing to ghost her finger along the fabric of the bikini.

“nami…” a whine leaves your kiss bitten lips, and she can no longer hold herself back.

your bottoms are pulled down your legs roughly, not even making it off one of your ankles before nami is lewdly spitting on your cunt and wrapping her reddened lips around your clit. her arm presses into the arch of your back to hold your waist and keep you from squirming. the pillow pressed into your face does little to muffle the noises that erupt from your chest, and you can only pray that no one walks by the room.

her pink tongue slips from her mouth and fucks your weeping hole as her thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. obscene noises echo in the room as she eats like your pussy is her last meal, the noises becoming more lewd as nami works you closer and closer to your first high of the session. your inner thighs are slick with a mixture of your juices and nami’s spit, the same going for the lower half of her face. the fluids drip down onto the bedding below, darkening the color of the sheets as she continues to work your sensitive cunt.

“n’mi, so close! please please please baby!” the sheets rustle under your hand as you grip them, gasping out for your girlfriend as she tongue fucks you at a steady pace.

a quiet shriek escapes your lungs as you cum, thighs caging nami’s head between your legs. your body shudders as you gush against her face, her mouth helping you ride out your high. the soft touches of her palms against your ass and lower back are soothing as you catch your breath.

“not done with you yet, baby,” the sheets rustle as she sits up on her knees behind you, shuffling closer until the silicone of her strap is pressing into the back of your thigh, “think you can take more?”

“stop teasing me!” you say indignantly, a pout on your lips as you turn your head to look at nami. her face is beautifully flushed, lips glossy with a mix of your release and her spit. she raises an eyebrow at your words, and you know by the glint in her eyes that she wants to ruin you.

“have it your way then!” she giggles evilly, slipping a finger into your soaked hole all in one go. a loud moan threatens to slip past the barrier of your lips, and you have to force yourself to shove your face into the pillows once again.

nami’s digit continues to fuck you at a fast pace, slipping in another right beside it as your juices drench her hand and the sheets below. her thighs straddle one of your legs, hips pressed firmly against your ass. she drapes herself over you, unoccupied hand digging into the bed right beside your head. the room is filled with the sounds her fingers make as she fucks them into you continuosly, curling to hit that spongey spot inside your cunt that never fails to turn your body to putty beneath her. you squeal as she brushes it repeatedly, nails biting into the sheets.

“y’like that, sweetheart? ‘m not teasing you anymore, now am i?” her lips brush your ear, teeth grazing the lobe as you tremble under her. “can feel you squeezing my fingers so tight, so wet for me baby.” her hips unconsciously grind against you, pussy gushing as her chest heaves.

sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you crane your neck to watch your beautiful girlfriend finger fuck you into oblivion. the hand next to your head fists the sheets as nami finally gets a look at your ruined face, teary eyes and spit covered lips. if she looks hard enough, she might even be able to spot the drool stain on the pillow you had buried your face in.

you whine her name, attempting to lace the fingers of her unoccupied hand with yours. a laugh slips from her lips and she adjusts, squeezing your hand tightly as she speeds up the pace of her digits inside you. “n’mi!”

the tight cord in your tummy finally snaps as you gush on her for the second time, sounds of ecstasy mixing with nami’s. she rocks her hips against you harder when you squeeze her fingers tight, forcing your back to arch more. her pace slowing down to a stop, a string of your release lewdly connects her fingers and your cunt as she pulls them out. she giggles to herself and places the digits on her tongue to taste you, making a show out of sucking off the remaining juices.

another squeeze on her wrist brings her attention back to your face and the pout still on your lips. “fuck me, ‘mi! please, baby i need you so bad!” you watched, dazed, as a gorgeous smile forms on her lips at your begging.

“wanna see your face then, sweetie. let me help.” her hands grip the plush fat of your hips, helping you turn onto your back gently. a low curse slips from nami’s lips as she takes you in again. your thighs are soft in her hands as she moves your legs to rest over her shoulders, the length of her silicone cock resting against your folds. her lips finally meet yours again as she leans over you, sighing as your tongue brushes hers.

quiet whines are mumbled against her lips as she, agonizingly slow, pushes the head of her cock inside you. there is little resistance from your weeping pussy and before you can even tell her to go faster, nami is pumping into you hard and fast.

“s’ good for me pretty, takin’ my cock so well. pussy’s been cryin’ for this the entire time, yeah?” the filthy words send electricity straight to your core, and you can feel just how much you gush around the silicone toy inside you. she leans down to kiss you once more, chest pressing against yours as your legs sway from the intensity of her thrusts. red claw marks begin to form on her back as you grip at her skin, holding on for dear life as the sensitivity from your previous orgasms makes you go lightheaded.

nami can’t tear her eyes away from you, reactions fuelling her persistent thrusts. you clench around her cock tight, breathing heavily as you try your best to keep quiet. tears slip from your eyes from the pleasure when she presses her thumb into your clit, rubbing tight and fast circles into the throbbing nub. a thin sheen of sweat covers both of your bodies as the lewd sound of skin hitting skin fills the room.

your fingers thread themselves in her hair, pulling nami into another sloppy kiss. moaning into each other's mouths, she knows you’re nearing your third high rapidly as you squeeze her strap in a death grip. her hips angle to find that sweet spot inside your cunt once more, grinning with a look of pure lust when you jolt underneath her.

the head of her cock pounding into that spongy spot combined with the tight circles she rubs against your clit throws you over the edge for the final time today. nami presses her lips against yours hard, swallowing the loud moans that threaten to burst from your heaving chest. she clenches around nothing at the sight, slick dripping down from her core and coating her inner thighs.

“fuck, sweetheart, you’re such a good girl for me.” she mutters words of praise against your neck, pulling the silicone toy out of your overstimulated pussy slowly after removing your legs from her shoulders. her fingers work at the buckles, tossing it to the side once she’s able to take it off. her palms knead your soft curves as you catch your breath, eyes closed.

“you really did a number on me, ‘mi!” you laugh breathlessly, cracking open your eyelids to gaze up at her. she’s breathing heavily as well, and as your eyes travel down her body you’re able to spot just how wet she’s gotten. a low curse slips out before you can stop it, hands pawing at her hips as you try and get her to move. “sit on my face baby, wanna make you feel good too.”

she smiles and rolls her eyes playfully, muttering something about you being needy as she shifts up the bed to hover over your face. your mouth waters as her pussy drools inches over your lips, looking up at her with hearts in your eyes.

nami clamps her hand over her mouth tight as you tug her hips downward, smothering yourself with her sweet cunt. trembles wrack her body as you moan and hum against her core, her free hand snaking down to drip hard onto the roots of your hair. she uses that hold to use your face, rocking herself against you.

your hands paw at her thighs that cage your head, kneading the skin as nami grinds her clit against your nose. you tongue fuck her languidly just as she did you, drinking up all her fluids that continue to leak from her sobbing hole.

she squeals into her palm as you speed up your ministrations, determined to get her to cum hard and fast. your own arms wrap around her thighs and guide her against your face, pulling her closer as you huff against her cunt.

“c’mon ‘mi, you can do it for me. cum all over my face, pretty girl.” the words of praise that you mumble against her pussy, combined with the vibrations they produced, cause her to gush all over your face. you moan as her thighs clench around your face hard, helping her ride out her orgasm until she’s pushing your head away. your palm comes up to smack her ass playfully as she moves to lay beside you, a grin on your lips. she pouts playfully at you, adjusting herself to lay against your chest to cuddle for a bit.

the two of you engage in a little bit of pillow talk for a few moments before quieting down, indulging in the silence. nami closes her eyes, a peaceful expression on her face as she listens to the sound of your heart beat.

“y’know, i wore that swimsuit to rile you up on purpose.”

she looks at you blankly for a moment before a smile makes it’s way to her lips. “i should’ve known, honestly.”

you laugh together in the silence of your room, cuddling closer together.

#nami x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader

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novosg · 1 year

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Zoro with an ovulating Reader

Saw a tiktok that gave me inspiration to write this. Also wanted to write more for Zoro so there’s that too

NSFW, blackfem!reader in mind, some fluff, mainly smut tho, zoro’s just as needy as you are

“Zo?…Zoro.” You ran your hand up and down your sleeping boyfriend’s arm as you observed him carefully.

Late night sex wasn’t something uncommon between you two. It had happened before and would certainly happen again, but during certain..weeks, your lust towards Zoro would heighten. You knew exactly what the cause behind it was, so during that time your tried to make the most of the situation before your cycle came rearing its head.

Zoro was also aware of this, and certainly didn’t mind most of the time. He loved seeing how needy you’d get for him during your ovulation period.

However, he loved his sleep just as much.

You let out a small sigh before pinching him, smiling when you caught his eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

“What?” He grumbled, shifting slightly to try and rid himself of your wandering hands. He already had an idea of what you were trying to do, and his suspicions were only confirmed when you swung your leg over his hip and nuzzled his neck.

“You know I love you, right?” You asked before pressing a kiss to his jawline. At his grunt of confirmation you continued, “Do you know how much I love you?”

“If you wanna fuck, woman, just say that,” he huffed, glancing at you. “I have to get up and go on watch in an hour.”

“I know,” you mumbled, taking time to let your eyes wander over his naked torso as your hands skimmed across his abs. “So?”

Zoro rolled his eyes before sitting up and turning over so that he hovered over you. You couldn’t help but grin, knowing you already had him hooked. If the heat simmering in his gaze wasn’t enough of a give away, his hard-on making itself known against your thigh was.

“So what’s it gonna be?” His grip on your hip was stifling but certainly not unwelcome. Neither was the heat pooling in between your legs. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his as your hands made their way up his back before gripping his shoulders.

You pulled away and smiled, the look in your eyes making Zoro damn near lose his mind and his patience.

“I think you know,” you whispered. Zoro hummed before capturing your lips once more as he got to work on removing your shorts. Once the fabric pooled at your ankles, one hand came up to cup your cheek while the other trailed down your stomach before dipping down into your panties and rubbing at your slick entrance, pleased by the soft sigh you let out.

“Can’t go a few hours without me touching you, huh?” He pulled his fingers away long enough to raise them to your lips and let you cover them in your saliva. "Guess I’ll help you out. Make both of us feel good,” he muttered as he dropped his hand once more and let his fingers toy at your clit.

“Zoro,” you huffed at his slow pace. You knew he loved dragging your prep out, mainly for the sake of getting on your nerves, but you were so desperate for his cock right now you don’t think anything else would satiate your hunger. “Don’t tease me, please.”

“Hush. You woke me up outta my sleep for this–so now we’re doing it my way.” He let out a quiet chuckle as you pressed your head back against the pillow in frustration. In one swift movement, he slid a finger inside of you, silently marveling at how well you took him.

Another low whine emitted from your throat as he added a second finger and set a steady pace. He felt his cock twitch in response to the sounds you were giving him and leaned down to suck a mark onto your neck.

“Zo…come on,” you muttered, turning your head to the side and letting your lips graze his ear. He groaned at the needy tone in your voice before giving you a quick kiss and pulling away.

“Alright, give me a sec.” He pulled away long enough to pull his cock free before he was in between your legs again and yanking your underwear down. Truth be told, Zoro’s patience never held out that long when you got like this for him. The regular sex between you two was something of its own, but the times whenever you’d get all desperate and start feening for his touch was something else. Maybe it boosted his ego a little bit, but he couldn’t help it seeing you ever so devoted to the love you have for him.

Granted, he’d never tell you this since he’d probably never hear the end of it if he did.

After hooking your legs around his waist, he slowly pushed in, biting back another groan as he felt you slowly take every inch of him. God, he’d never get used to how good you felt. Once he was fully settled, you both let out shuddering breaths before Zoro bowed his head and locked eyes with you as he picked up a new pace.

“Fuck, Z,” you panted, glancing down where your bodies connected. “You feel so good.” It wasn’t hard or fast; his thrusts bordered on lazy and were completely matched. Despite this, you knew you weren’t going to last long–already so pent up from your heightened horniness. Your hand creeped down to your clit and you began toying with it in time with Zoro’s thrust.

Zoro let out a soft exhale through his nose before uttering a quiet ‘fuck.’ He gripped your leg and moved it from his waist, pressing it up against your torso as he took on a deeper angle. A choked moan left your lips at the new feeling and both of your hands fellow up to grip his arms.

“Zoro I..I’m close,” you whimpered, feeling your peak approaching embarrassingly fast. Zoro wasn’t any better off and nodded softly as he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

“I know. Come on, then. Cum with me.” With his words the coil in your belly snapped as you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder and let out a shuddering moan. Zoro was right behind you, releasing into you with a breathy groan as he felt your walls spasm around him. As you both bathed in your pleasure, bodies trembling from the aftershocks, Zoro gently pulled out and dropped down next to you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Once you felt confident in your ability to talk properly, you glanced up at him with a weak smile. “Worth it, wasn’t it?” You asked playfully.

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking over at the alarm clock on your nightstand. “Go to sleep, I’ve still got some time before I gotta go on watch. No thanks to you, of course,” He added lowly which earned him a soft slap to his chest.

“Whatever,” you grinned as Zoro snickered before enveloping you in his arms. With a soft smile, you let your body relax before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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