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mrsmikaelsxn · 10 months
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A Malfoy And A Potter
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pairing: draco malfoy x female potter reader
warnings: fluff, kissing
summary: you and draco have been dating in secret but the secret comes out when you two attend the yule ball together
a/n: i am so sorry i have not posted in forever, i've just been busy with school and work, and trying to catch up on my reading goal for the year! it's almost summer break so i should be posting more again :)
song: sleigh ride - the ronettes
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You were currently pushed up against the wall by your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
His lips roam the smooth skin of your jaw and throat. Peppering you with loving kisses while you play with his hair.
Both of you are breathing heavy and he brings his lips back up to your mouth as he kisses you. You let out a satisfied hum and put your hands on his chest.
You gently push him back a bit and he looks at you. "What's wrong, love?"
"Someone is going to see us," you whisper.
"Hm, well that sucks for them," he grins and kisses you again.
You push him and laugh, "I guess you're right," you smile.
"They're going to see us when we go to the ball tomorrow night, you do know that, don't you?"
"Well of course, I know that!"
Draco pulls you into his chest and rests his head on yours, "If Potter has a problem with you and me tomorrow, I'll be more than happy to practice some hexes on him," he glides his hand along your waist.
"There will be no practicing hexes, Draco," you pick up his hand and kiss it before walking out of his embrace.
"Boring!"
"Oh, don't be such a baby," you squeeze his cheeks. "Anyway, I'll be off to dinner now, you should come too," you start walking to the great hall and he follows you like a lost puppy.
You go in and sit with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Hello," you smile at them.
"Hi, Y/n," Hermione smiles.
"Hey, mate," Ron says.
"Greetings," Harry salutes you. You grin and salute him back.
"So, do you all have your dates?" You ask them. You already knew about Hermione's date, of course, you two are like sisters.
"Er- not exactly," Harry replies scratching the back of his neck.
"Same here," Ron sighs and drops his head onto the table. You cover your mouth to stop your laugh when he groans in pain.
"Welp, you two got under a day left," you clasp your hands.
"What about you?" Ron asks, "I've been wondering if you finally picked someone out of the two hundred people who asked you," he says with amusement.
"Oh don't be silly, Ron, it was not two hundred people!"
"Sorry- two hundred and seven," he corrects.
You roll your eyes, but it was true. You four have literally been tallying how many people have asked you, boys and girls. "Well, yes, I have a date."
"Really? Who?" Hermione asks.
"I suppose you'll have to see tomorrow," you exclaim with a smile.
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You were in your room getting ready for the ball, slightly panicking. Hermione was already dressed and now helping you. "Y/n, you don't need to be nervous," she says as she helps with your hair.
"I know but-"
"No buts. You are perfect and you dance amazingly! Your date is very lucky," she smiles.
You relax a bit and look at her through the mirror, "Hermione, have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Yes, yes you have," she takes her wand to finish your hair. You already did your makeup with some of her assistance. She claps her hands in excitement, "I believe it's time for the dress!"
You pick up the beautiful dark green gown. You had bought Draco a matching tie when you picked the dress out.
You put the dress on and flatten out some wrinkles.
"You look stunning!" Hermione squeals.
"You mean that?"
"Of course! Now, let's head to the ball!" Hermione links her arm with yours. You two make your way to the entrance when you start to panic again. For someone as well known and popular as you, you get social anxiety often.
"You go in first, I'm scared," you bite your lip nervously.
She sighs but nods. She gives you a quick smile with a thumbs up before she heads down the stairs and goes to her date, Viktor Krum. You peak through the curtain to watch. Ron's jaw drops when he looks at her and her date. He looks angry and you could almost laugh.
After pacing for two minutes you decided to just go down. You pull the curtain and try to sneak in without being noticed. Unfortunately, things don't always go the way you want.
There were an absurd amount of gasps as you made your way down the stairs, praying to Merlin that you didn't trip in your heels. The gaping gazes of the people there making you even more nervous.
You see Draco talking with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Draco listens to his friend talk as he waits for you to arrive. He notices his friends eyes widened as his mouth opens a bit.
He furrows his brows and looks to see everyone staring at something. He looks and his eyes land on you. He feels all the air sucked out of him. He admires you and then snaps out of his trance and makes his way over you, who was smiling at him.
He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "I hope you know how ethereal you look, sweetheart," he pulls back and you blush. Another round of gasps fill the room and you hear a, "WHAT?!" You look over and see Harry rushing over to you two, "I- what in Merlin's name are you doing with Malfoy?!"
"Um, he's my date," you say.
Harry's jaw drops as his head goes back between the two of you. You laugh and shake your head.
Draco pulls on your hand, "I would appreciate a dance with my girlfriend while you continue gaping," he places his hand on your lower back and walks you to where people started to dance.
"GIRLFRIEND??!!"
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mar-iiposa · 10 months
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prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh
tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy
requests: open
authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D
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Leonardo:
he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)
he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too
you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo
the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips
you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone
until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page
“hey, leo?”
you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended
and neither did your boyfriend
the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise
so much so that he knocks his bonsai over
his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it
he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief
however, you’re laughing your literal ass off
never have you seen him so visibly stressed
you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack
hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering
and out comes snorts while you laugh
but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth
as you blink in embarrassment and security,
leo smiles over at you in adoration
with those criminal cute dimples too
“what was tha-?”
“you heard nothing.”
“babe, I know what I heard.”
you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact
“I know it’s weird-“
he’s now visibly confused
like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??
he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one
considering he’s a mutant turtle
“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”
you’re about to respond when you pause
your cheeks grow warm
“what-“
“you heard me.”
and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his
“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”
your jaw has dropped
he takes a few steps towards you
and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him
eye contact (l o r d)
“I like that raw beauty.”
you sink into your seat, oh my god
he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo
you’re stunned.
and why are you turned on-
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Raphael:
so we all know raph
and he is the biggest “gym rat”
( no offense to master splinter )
and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???
yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today
and so he did
but it didn’t go by unnoticed
you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by
and my god, does mikey always have something to say
right as raph was mid-squat
“nice ass-popping, raph”
you
you LOST IT
in tears laughing
mikey instantly fled from the scene
the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better
and so did it make you laugh much harder
thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”
snort after snort surrounded your laughter
uncontrollably snort-laughing
“ya got the hiccups there?”
and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it
you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together
he knew that look
that was when he knew he was screwed
and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night
he strides after you, reaching out for your arm
but you pull it back before he can get the chance
“babe, what’s wro-“
you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes
you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him
so, he stands in front of you
and his heart stings
“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry
raph’s expression instantly softens
“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”
he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one
“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”
your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry
you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry
but he stops you
and he carefully places it on his cheek
and his left hand rests on your cheek too
“raphae-“
“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”
your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes
“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”
you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend
now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life
“I love you, raphie.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
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Donatello:
that’s it
he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate
and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh
this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee
he was sleep deprived
thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be
directly after pouring it
and you weren’t quick enough to stop him
so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair
he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds
but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe
“what was that?”
donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face
“I can explain-“
his grin expands
“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”
you shake your head in disagreement
just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues
“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”
a wicked grin plastered on his face
and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too
“how much are we talkin’?”
“un-licked poptarts.”
“annddd?”
“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”
woah
this dude was serious
“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“
“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”
donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition
you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end
your boyfriend gives a nod of approval
“very cute, might be hard to beat.”
then he gives it a go
“such a rookie”
he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you
he then cracks his knuckles
“game on.”
and so now this just sparks your competitive side
you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth
and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused
“what the hell’s going on in there-”
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Michelangelo:
thank god he’s a comedian
you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes
he’s a funny one
indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you
but your actual laugh???
it had yet to be unleashed
until today
your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art
lately, you’ve been out of the zone
and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?
so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls
“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”
“but I’m trying!”
he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well
“what’re you doing?”
“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”
you inhale and then exhale
with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there
instead, all you got was a surprise
“IS THAT A PENIS?”
apparently, you accidentally drew one
mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter
he had the humor of a middle-school boy
and so did you
top tier comedy imo
you kneeled down to the floor beside him
clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body
and that accounts and goes for your laugh too
least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh
some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure
he laughs harder, pointing at you
you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in
that is until you hear him go “awee!”
and your heart melts
but not as much as his has
“you like my snorting??”
“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”
you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man
somehow
you both just sit there in those sewers
laughing over an accidental penis drawing
and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools
lovesick fools
author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!
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bunnyhugs77 · 1 month
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I literally cried so much reading Angel Eyes but it's so beautifully writen i loved it! >.< Please tell me u have some happy scenes from them🥺
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The Honeymoon
𓆩♡𓆪 Part of the angel eyes! au but can be read as a stand alone.
𓆩♡𓆪WC: 1.4k
𓆩♡𓆪In my head happy means smutty! lol enjoy
Content Warning: Smut! Honeymoons, fucking making love, jk can't last, oral sex (f! receiving), begging, desperate, dom! jk, making out, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (newly weds smh), mentions of public sex, reader is a bit bratty (but jk kinda likes it), light teasing.
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The moment the two of you return to your suite from your couple's massage you immediately jump face down onto the bed of rose petals that are redone for you and Jungkook every night of your stay at the all-inclusive resort.
Your honeymoon suite was simply stunning. It was your own little bungalow with an ocean-side view of the very private island the hotel was on with your neighbours being more than 50 yards away.
You couldn't believe you went from saving a view like this into your Pinterest board and now you were looking at it first hand, although it couldn't beat the sight of your handsome husband who groaned a sigh of relief as he walked into the room behind you, leaving his crutches against the wall.
Rubbing his neck he praises the service he'd just received, "Goddamn, I think that's the best massage I've ever had--and I've been doing physio for almost a year and a half."
You weren't listening to him.
His skin was absolutely glowing, it must've been the oil they used or maybe Jungkook was just naturally this radiant. Your husband is hot as fuck, you wouldn't put it past him.
"What's that face?" Jungkook looks down at you with an arched brow. Just when you thought he couldn't get any hotter. In his stupid tropical palm-tree-themed button-down that was left open over the white wife beater that hugged his buff chest a little too well.
Your thoughts had gone straight to a sinful place and you were going to make sure to take Jungkook down with you. There's no way he didn't know what he was doing.
It felt like he'd been teasing you all day, from the way he licked the syrup off his fingers at breakfast to the way he moaned softly every so often during the massage.
"Want you to fuck me." You say, on your back, legs spreading on their own accord letting the flimsy material of your sundress give him a brief sight of the black thong that left little to the imagination.
He clears his throat, suddenly fanning his face. You'd never been this bold before. Even with all the sneaky hospital hand jobs and the quickies in storage closets, he'd never seen you get like this before. So... desperate.
"Yeah? What am I supposed to do about that?" His voice was smooth like butter and oozing with confidence. You pout and he just wants to kiss you, "Fine. I'll do it myself." You quip, dropping your hand down between your legs, but before they could even make contact, a strong hand is gripping your wrist.
"What's your problem today? You've been short-tempered all day." He walks towards you, close enough to be standing between your open legs. "Oh, like you don't know." You scoff and suddenly there's a light spank to your outer thigh where your dress had rolled up.
A whorish whine rumbles from your throat, never wanting to admit how much that turned you on. "Be nice." He warns and you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath before your head turns to the side, facing out the window to the beautiful ocean that reflected the setting sun.
"You've been teasing me all day, licking your fingers this morning, then moaning during the massage." Jungkook had to laugh. You were just so cute when you got like this, he could get used to it.
Carefully working you out of your underwear as he spoke, "I had no idea you got so hot and bothered this easily. Is this all it takes?" Bunching up your dress in his hands and pushing it to pool around your stomach as he slowly drops to his knees.
"Let me make it up to you," He purrs, and you can feel the warm air from his lips hit your center sending chills to creep up your spine.
With such little time to react to the feeling of his tongue working skillfully along your wet pussy your hands reached down for his hair, tugging gently. "Oh fuck, that feels so good." Your voice was airy and breathless as your eyes closed, too caught up in the pleasure to keep them open.
Jungkook was a passionate pussy eater, always has been, and always will be. Some guys try to overplay the role of being a 'giver' in bed, thinking it makes them some kind of next-level gentleman who deserves to be praised, but Jungkook was different.
He'd once come untouched just from eating you out and he couldn't look you in the eyes for a good two hours after that.
His soft grunts send a soundwave through your body and add an extra flame into your burning core, flooding with arousal. "Yeah, j-just like that." You moan, grip tightening in his hair and he has to stop his hips from grinding in the air.
His cock was throbbing beneath his shorts and it wanted nothing more than to find solace in the warm walls of your cunt. Meanwhile, he kept himself busy with the brutal pace he'd set with the wet, flat muscle in his mouth.
Flicking your clit rigorously until your moans became higher and more rapid. "Jungkook!-" Your chest began to dampen with sweat as it raised and fell with shallow breaths as you came undone on his tongue, but he refused to pull away until he'd licked up every drop.
Collecting the last of it on his fingers before standing and making lustful eye contact with you, sucking it off his fingers just as you'd imagined he would at breakfast this morning.
With haste, he shimmies out of the rest of his clothes while you toss your dress off to the side and out of mind. Your brain is only able to focus on the swollen head of his cock prodding at your entrance.
"My wife just has the prettiest pussy doesn't she?" The question was rhetorical, but the official title did things to you. It made you want to do bad bad things to him. The kinds of things that could put him back in that wheelchair.
Pushing in slightly then pulling out, the sounds from this action alone left you scatterbrained. "Jungkook. Please!" You begged, pursing your lips with displeasure and he chuckles.
With his arms caging you in at the sides of your head he pushed in, letting his arms leverage him down to drop a wet kiss on your lips, one that you hardly responded to.
Mouth slightly agape as your walls stretched around his girth, "Shit." You curse, "Are you okay? Let me know when I-" Cutting him off with your lips, making a sound of approval that prompted Jungkook to slowly rock his hips forward.
Your cunt sucked in every last inch of him until he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby." He pants, the strained tone of his words telling you all you need to know.
He wasn't going to last long at all. Jungkook always tried his best to hold out as long as he could when he was with you, and he's sure he would have been able to before the accident but he just couldn't seem to control himself, especially not with you moaning beneath him like this.
"fuck-" He curses, rolling his hips into you with a steady pace. With every thrust your mind goes blank and your nose scrunches. It was a cute habit Jungkook hadn't noticed till recently. The way your nose would scrunch when you were close to your orgasm.
"I'm-" You warn and he grunts, hips rutting into you, deeper, slower.
"Look at me, Y/n." The use of your name was able to have your eyes fluttering to meet his. The eye contact was all too much for you, to look at him while you finished was overstimulating in every sense of the word.
All it took was one glance and you were moaning his name at the top of your lungs and reaching your climax, suddenly thankful that your neighbours were so far away. With one last squeeze of your walls around him, he felt his composure crumble, shooting his hot cum inside you.
Toppling down beside you. The both of you stare up at the ceiling with laboured breaths before turning to face each other.
"What if I just got you pregnant?" You snort, "You just always have something to say don't you?" He smiles, "I'm serious, you never know." Inching towards him, never breaking eye contact, "I think we can handle whatever life throws our way."
After the last year the two of you had gone through, that was most certainly true.
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vibingandsimping · 6 months
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I always feel so awkward/flustered requesting things, but the bg3 brain rot is so real. Could I ask for specifically Gale’s, and/or also anyone else of your choice (if you want obvs), like reaction to a virgin!Tav, like never had more than a peck on the hand or cheek inexperienced? I’m just absolutely feral over a shy, never been kissed Tav and companions~~~
Tav is just like me, fr. I appreciate you pushing your comfort zone and asking. Never feel ashamed to request something on my blog. <3
I liked this idea so will count it towards my second follower goal special. Funny how both of them ended up being Gale requests, honestly. Attempted to keep it gender neutral.
Word count: Around 2,000
Forewarnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, partial loss of virginity, oral (receiving), undergarment stealing, porn with little plot.
Gale, himself, had been quite inexperienced before Mystra. He just had himself so deeply rooted in his books and studies he thought the time was… wasted. It wasn’t that he couldn’t seek a partner, no, he just didn’t fare the effort. Mystra sought him out and how in the hells could he turn a literal goddess down? That relationship burned and crashed. Honestly, he was thankful for it now. He met you. You struck him like no other. You were more than Mystra. So when feelings reciprocated? Gale was elated.
He judged on your nerve that you either found him stunning, or, you lacked experience. He thought the latter. Whenever he held your hand and gazed into your eyes you seemed to shake. It was cute. His palm cupping your cheek and you’d flush so deeply he’d fear you suddenly fell ill. Often times, you’d break it off before things escalated beyond a hand holding or a gentlemanly kiss. Gale didn’t take to it harshly, at first. He yearned for your skin, your lips, your touch. He tried to make that clear in his language. Hands reaching for you more often, bodies closing the distance. He’d never push too far, though. Gale’s shame would be immense if he scared you.
Some gentle probing finally pulled some truth from you, one evening. You were a virgin. Never even having been kissed before. He wasn’t sure whether to comfort you or take a primal hunger in the idea of being your first. Lips and body, hopefully. He brushed it off initially, saying that he’d tend to your needs when you were ready. His words lingering in the air as he made it apparent that he craved you. Lusted and loved, in every sense. You nearly combusted and stammered. Gods, you were going to be his ruin. Mystra, forgive him but he believed you more enchanting than she ever was.
The first time he tasted your lips was under the guise of moonlight. Northern lights dancing in the sky as the moment you shared tender. You relaxed in the privacy and comfort of him. He bore his heart to you that night. Explaining his fears- his worries and his longing. It was shocking to see you make the first move, your hand cupping his face this time. You drew him in and he closed the distance. He swore he was flying when he pressed against the plush of your lips. Moving in and out, feeling the breath of each other dance along skin. His hand reached out and rested on your knee. You covered it with your own, grasping it in your hold. Fingers interlocked and he took the initiative to deepen the moment. His tongue flicked against your lips and the whimper that followed made him shiver.
As soon as it happened, he pulled away with a pant. Doe-brown eyes searching your expression as his mind raced. “I apologize if I am taking things too far or too fast. Your beauty strikes me and all I wish is for this moment to last an eternity.” You laugh, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Then, you shake your head and draw him in closer. “No, it’s okay. I think i’m ready. I want you, Gale.” His nostrils flare at the words and he steels himself, watching you intently. Nerve trickled in your voice but there was no outward hesitancy in your desires. He sits for a moment and soaks everything in. The satisfaction and sight of you presenting yourself to him. Vulnerable and so willing. He trailed his free hand to your shoulder and gently pushed you onto the grass. Intertwined hand next to your head as he claims your lips once more.
You could only lay and enjoy the sensation he was giving you. His fingers tickling down your shoulder to your chest. He was more than happy to lead you in this dance of pleasure. It would pave a path into many nights where you could enjoy each other. He’d be able to forget what it was like imagining your flesh. His tongue parted your lips and licked at your own tongue. You exhaled a sharp breath through your nostrils, sloppily trying to reciprocate. He smirked a little and continued to guide you as his hand lowered to where your sleep-shirt rested at your hips. His fingers were a little cold from the air as he slipped underneath it to feel your stomach. Gale parted from your lips to your jaw, continuing his love there down to your neck. Arousal from the touch of another was strange- but definitely not unwelcome. Gods, no, it’s so welcome. Your thighs clenched as he kissed over a particularly sensitive spot of your neck. Seemingly noticing your shift, he nibbles and sucks on it. The sensation causes you to gasp and writhe underneath him.
His palm presses flat on your stomach, using his strength to keep you still. Once he finds enough satisfaction after leaving a hickey, his lips trail down to your shoulder. A final kiss is left and he lifts himself to meet your gaze. His lips are wet and a tad swollen as his lids are halved. The sight made your loins tingle. It spoke all lust and admiration. He took such pleasure in watching and feeling you succumb to his touch. He nods downward at you, gesturing to your shirt and you nod in return. With the confirmation, he slips your shirt over your head and soaks the sight of you topless in. You can feel him shake a little as he hovers over your body. He lowers himself and slides downward to plant kisses against your collarbone. They follow to the middle of your ribs until he’s level with your nipples. He looks upwards through his eyebrows as he wraps his lips around one. You keen- arching your back as he suckles while his fingers tend to the neglected.
You hardly notice when his lips meet your lower stomach. Reaching to your pelvis as he slowly works your pants down your legs. You help him by shimmying your hips- and he groans in satisfaction when the skin is revealed. His hands contact your thighs and hold you down while he continues kissing along your pelvis- tickling the undergarments you wore. Your breath hitched and fingers twitched at the grass underneath you. Torn between admiring the sky or him as he worked your body so beautifully. A nibble caught your daze and you whimpered. He parted and cherished in the kisses and little marks he’d left. “Love,” he whispered and you craned your neck to look at him, “It is not too late to stop. I won’t force this upon you.” Admittedly, you paused for a moment and stared at him. Smiling and reaching out, his face was cupped in your hand. “No. I want this.” He visibly perked.
“Then, may I?” His fingers slipped under the waistband and tugged. You nodded with a twinkle of amusement. The cold air on your sensitive flesh made you hiss- but he was quick. Fingers and tongue meeting with little hesitance. You jerked at the sensation and he simply hummed, easing you down. It seemed he waited a moment for you to adjust before working his magic (pun intended). His tongue licked and worked you in circles while his fingers explored the flesh around. Your thighs, your rear- anything he could touch. He was keen to listen to your whimpers and observe your movements. He’d stop when you’d flinch and he’d continue when you moaned. Quite honestly, the coil in your stomach twisted and wound faster than you’d anticipate. He collected the mix of your arousal and his saliva onto his fingers. They circled your entrance and gently prodded, allowing you time to recognize his desire through the haze that was pleasure. It didn’t come easy when he started to push them in- no, you tensed and cried out. Gale continued working your sex while his spare hand caressed your flesh comfortingly. Once he was past the first ring- everything began to slowly ease.
His eyes watched you carefully as he slowly began to explore the inside of you. You were thankful for how patient he was being. Stopping whenever it seemed to overwhelm you and continuing when the stillness became unbearable. It was a few minutes before you could finally find a deeper pleasure in the touch rather than the discomfort or pain. He hummed approvingly against your sensitive parts- and you whined. His fingers were relatively thick but mostly long. They searched inside you until your body writhed as he brushed against a spot that made your eyelids flutter. It was over after that, he didn’t miss a heartbeat adjusting his tune to increasing the intensity of his mouth and tongue while abusing it with his fingers. You couldn’t contain the depraved sounds you made after that. Gripping at whatever you could; settling on his hair with tight white knuckles. Breaths were shallow as everything came to a crescendo and- crashed. It crashed hard. You were a writhing mess under him as a strangled cry cut from your throat.
Gale happily licked and cleaned up any mess you made as he worked you through your orgasm. Thighs clenching and unclenching around his head as he milked you of all you’re worth. He pulled away when the brink of overstimulation set in, wiping at his face with a grin-eating smirk. You lay like a fish out of water, riding the high and twitching with aftershocks. The man curled up beside you and cooed comfortingly in your ear while you recovered. You could feel his erection press into your skin through his robe but he paid no mind. He laid with you for however long until you could breathe and think with some sort of clarity. Recognizing that, he spoke. “Beautiful, truly beautiful. I have craved to see that for ages now. Yet, nothing my imagination could supply would have compared to it.” He laughed softly while you melted at the sound. “Do you need some… erm-“ You gestured towards the mass against your leg. He blinked, looked downward and smiled bashfully. “No,” he claimed and you blinked in shock. “I wore you out thoroughly with that. I will be fine- there are opportunities ahead. It will make it all the sweeter. Besides, I want you to cry my name out next time.” He shushed any rebuttal you had with a kiss. Soft yet passionate- with the aftertaste of you on his lips.
He grabbed your discarded garments and began to wipe the rest of the mess from between your thighs. You flinched and shivered at the touch of the highly-alert flesh. He kissed your ear tenderly to reassure you before curling the fabric into a ball and pocketing it. You gave him a pointed look- questioning. “Keepsake.” He muttered with a blush. A shiver ran down your spine at the perversion of the act. Yet, it made you feel so desired all the same. “Do you need anything? Food or water?” His eagerness to confirm your comfort made your chest swell. You shook your head and claimed you only wanted to relax with him. Gale visibly softened at that, almost awestruck. He assisted you back into your clothing and fixed your sex-messed hair. The night was still after that. Wrapped in his arms as his breath washed over you from the proximity. His fingers danced along your skin and traced unknown shapes. Everything felt as close to perfect as you’ve gotten in… a long while. You knew you couldn’t stay there the entire night. It just felt right to enjoy the rest of the moment with him til you had to return. Return to the madness that was your current life.
For now, you could forget the tadpole. You could forget anything that wasn’t the feeling of his warm body pressed to yours and the afterglow of everything that occurred.
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ENHA REACTION ⋆̩ s/o that wears a hip chain and anklets
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🖇·˚ ༘┊ 𝐑𝐄𝐐 . @666booklover , , Heyy 😁 Its me again lol.. can I pls request an enha reaction to a s/o that always wears a hip chain and anklets, if it's not too much trouble 😅. (like do u think they'd think it's 🥴 or something Imao). My Indian bestie heard I had an account and I am speaking on her behalf (aaand I just got pinched) tysm!!
˚ ༘💭 ·˚ message from lueurjun . . . hope this was okay for you my love !! sorry it took so long, i had a major brain fog and couldn’t seem to find the right words, but i hope i did your request justice.
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★ ! H E E S E U N G
no but he hasn’t breathed the same since he met you
bro wheezes in your mere presence
legit the embodiment of the pick up line: ‘are you an inhaler because you took my breath away’
yeah he’s cute but i’d write you poetry just sayin
he’s so in love with you in general, but with the added combination of you wearing hip chains and anklets, he’s enamoured by you
enamoured 🤓 look at me thinkin i’m smart
literally would go out of his way to get you more
drives the rest of the members up the wall with how much he talks about you
“they were wearing such a beautiful hip chain piece, the other day with a gorgeous anklet to match it- it brought out their eyes and-‘
‘heeseung im glad you’re a simp, but please shut up’
that was 100% jay or ni-ki ( i bet jay )
i can see him pouting when you decide not to wear one
like he just stares at you for a little while and you’re like ??
not that he doesn’t find you stunning without them, he does, but he’s grown accustomed to you wearing them
not him being obsessed… i could be more obsessed if you want. say the word, i’ll roundhouse kick him
he also likes the noises they make whenever you move
it literally soothes him??
bro stop before i literally cry
he’s so in love pls let me be you for a day
or be with you 😏
★ ! J A Y
slightly more reserved than heeseung
as in, not as obsessive about it, but he still loves them type of thing
he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but not so much that you feel unappreciated because he still makes sure to compliment them — and you in general
that’s right. yeah he does. if not, he’ll have a meeting with my fists: pretty and punch.
though just because he’s not as obsessed does not mean he’s not observant
he pays enough attention to know which ones you prefer, and which colour you wear more often
so when he decides to surprise you with a new anklet or hip chain, it’s always the colour that you prefer
OBSERVANT KING 👏
jay is also a fashion icon, so a lot of the time, he helps you pair them with a super nice outfit
super proud to strut around with you on his arm wearing your pretty hip chain which matches with your outfit, paired with a gorgeous anklet
mesmerising the locals with your outfits during a little coffee date
this could be us but you playinnn 😔🤟
no but seriously, jay loves your hip chains and anklets ( almost as much ) as he loves you
i could love you more tho
★ ! J A K E
this man legitimately GIGGLES whenever he catches sight of the chain
someone poison me he’s so cute
just when he thinks he’s found his favourite one
you rock up in different one and suddenly, that’s his favourite
and don’t even get him started on the anklets
bro loses all composure
me when you exist fr 🤭😌
to be honest, i can see jake wanting to match anklets with you
and he for sure would gift you one with a ‘j’ initial on it just because he loves you
‘not because he owns me, ‘cause he really knows me’ BOP
jake is 100% the type to play with it
like you could be laying together and all of a sudden you’d feel his fingers gently brush against your skin
and when you glance down, he’s absentmindedly playing with your hip chain
or if your feet are in his lap
he’s fiddling with the chain of anklet
someone be my jake, i can’t handle this anymore
it’s a habit of his at this point so now you don’t really bat an eyelash when he does it
but it does cause a stir inside of you when he does it in front of his friends
because it’s so intimate?? and loving?? and in front of his friends proves that he doesn’t mind showing that bit of affection
a man that is secure and proud 👏 you deserve nothing less baby !!
but it’s also not over the top enough to be considered as PDA
sighhh i’m obsessed with you guys
★ ! S U N G H O O N
a lot like jay, like he doesn’t really make a huge deal out of it
he thinks they’re nice, and he likes them but he doesn’t feel the urge to make a massive deal
like jay, he will compliment you and make sure you know that he thinks you’re stunning and that they really go with your outfit
he may even become slightly more touchy but won’t say anything about it
nonchalant mf tryna act all cool 🙄😎
despite acting all cool, i can see sunghoon secretly making you a hip chain or an anklet ( maybe both )
like on valentine’s day, amongst all of the other gifts he’s spoiled you with
he just whips out a box and sheepishly hands it to you
imagine he just launches it at your head and walks off-
and when you open it, your eyes instantly brim with tears because you imagine him just sitting there for hours
awh imagine him sitting with his legs crossed- STOP I CAN’T BE PUBLICLY CRYING OVER A GROWN MAN SITTING DOWN
it’s obvious he’s put a lot of effort into it
he may have even followed a tutorial step by step
and it definitely becomes your favourite piece
posting it on your story and him complaining that all his friends are going to see
but then refusing to let you take it down when you offer because he feels superior knowing their partners will whine about him being so sentimental and creative
HES SO REAL FOR THAT PLS
once he sees how much you love it, he will make it a tradition for him to make you your very own piece every year
soon you have your own little boutique of hand crafted anklets and hip chains
that’s so romantic someone run me over
the boys tease him for being a simp, obviously but he can’t find it in him to feel embarrassed
not when he sees how happy you are
he’s well and truly smitten, but so are you so it’s all good
literally i would die for you both
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Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!
Mae Clarke (The Public Enemy, Frankenstein)—she was in frankenstein. which i think is neat
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Mae Clarke propaganda:
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Barbara Stanwyck propaganda:
"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."
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"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."
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"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."
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"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"
"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."
"She was part of my gay awakening"
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"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads.” (Source: https://misstanwyck.tumblr.com/post/72996544180/barbara-stanwyck-photographed-for-ball-of-fire)"
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Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?
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✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧
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The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.
Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.
"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.
"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.
You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."
"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.
You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.
Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.
You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.
You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.
"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.
All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.
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Take a Chance with Me | OP81
oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)
— Part 4
Previous Part
Summary: When things aren't going well, Y/N takes a break for a while and redirects her focus to other things, spending more time with Oscar and her friends. Y/N's friends and Oscar consistently support her, ensuring Y/N is okay, even though she often insists she's fine. Disclamer: This is a story created for fun without any hate towards anyone. This work exists in a realm separate from the original canon. Characters may be divergent from their established personas. So, just enjoy the rollercoaster ride.
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landonorris are u proposing mate? oscarpiastri yeah mate, proposing to decide who pays the bill
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yourbff Through thick and thin, we've been laughing side by side for ten fantastic years. Wishing you endless happiness❤️
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user friendship goalsss
user they are so PRETTYYYY
user both of you are not only stunning but also funny😂
oscarpiastri reserving my spot for the next decade😁
yourbff you're claiming to be one of my best friend spot now? i'll ask y/n first for the approval
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lilymhe nature therapy🍃💖
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user lily with y/n?????
user lol y/n just casually third-wheeling Lily and Alex😂
user mother, father and their daughter
user isn't y/n outfit too fancy for hiking??😂
lilymhe she thought we were just joking about going hiking😭
alexalbon y/n seemed a bit lost without oscar
oscarpiastri well, she loves being a dork
user MOTHER SLAYING AS USUAL😍
user Y/N is literally everywhere but not on her own Instagram :(
user yeah but we love seeing how people around her being so supportive
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f1updates oscar was seen at a karting track with the young karteers yesterday
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user finally we got new pics of oscar!!
user it's cute seeing the interaction between the kids and oscar
user AH OSCAR I MISS U POOKIE
user this is so lovely<3
user no y/n?
user i guess y/n isn't kind of wags who sticks to her partner all the time🤷‍♀️
user agreed, i've seen her at races only a few times
user when she doesn't need him anymore, she throws him under the bus
user lol wdym she just know what she should prioritize. Even oscar himself said she has her own life
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f1wags After a brief hiatus from social media, y/n makes a cameo on her friend's IG Live today! In today's live, she spilled the beans on some questions about her christmas holiday in Australia and the short getaway in Japan with Oscar. She couldn't help but gush about the incredible experience—her first time in Australia. Oscar played the perfect tour guide, showing her around his hometown and introducing her to his family. He also told us about their short getaway in Japan. Y/N explained that they haven't seen each other for more than two weeks as Oscar is already back to work—busy with meetings, simulator sessions, and prepping for the upcoming F1 season at the McLaren Technology Centre, and she have to return to her work and projects too.
And can we just say, we're glad the couple is still in good terms after the recent not-so-great rumors?
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user OMG, missed seeing you around, Y/N!
user she's talking about christmas in australia and their japan getaway? I need all the details!!
user she said they went to kyoto, disneyland, tried some street foods and traditional tea ceremony🥺
user i'm so happy y/n and oscar are still going strong and just ignore the haters and rumour
user their holiday stories are giving me major FOMO
user you radiate beauty and glow when you are unproblematic<3
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yourusername in 2023, my journey went from ginger to black, mirroring the different stages of my life. It's like a colorful map of my growth and transformation, representing the beautiful journey i've had. Grateful for the lessons, the love, and the incredible people i met along the way❤️
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yourbff always proud of you!!❤️
user you're the sweetest, y/n! please always be happy❤️
landonorris what's wrong with the last photo?
yourusername my reaction when u got pole in Brazil
landonorris really?
yourusername whatever makes u happy🤗
user wish you nothing but the best, y/n❤️
user caption on point💯
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yourusername DON'T GIVE HIM IDEA
oscarpiastri i'll take that as reference thankyou😁
user adopt me
user the second pic is adorable😭
user this is the cutest photodump ever omfg
lilymhe ❤️❤️
yourusername love u mother, xo
oscarpiastri ready for another journey with me?
yourusername 💑💯
notes: honestly, i really want to put some conflict but i dunnoooo i can't bring myself to do it because i love them so much<///3 i dont want to mess with their lovey-dovey bickering dynamic:((( Maybe in the next part, I'll toss in some drama to keep things interesting hahaha lol. Thankyou for reading this chapter and hope u like it. Anyways, what do you think so far? Share your thoughts and let's have a chitchat with me<3
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I like the way you make me feel (about you, baby).
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pairing. roman roy x reader
wc. ~700
genre. fluff
just a morning before work with roman roy
tags. NO beta, english isn't my first language // established relationship, roman's low self-esteem makes a very subtle appearance, suggestive (one line), mentions of roman's slutty waist (literally)
a/n. i love him your honor, thats it. i was also gonna add that for some reason i seem to be keen of writing intimate scenes inside bathrooms but that come outs...weirder than it is lol ANYWAY i hope u enjoy !!
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“I have a what?”
You could see the furrow of his brows through the mirror. It made you bite back a giggle, hiding the cheeky smile on your lips behind his shoulder.
“A slutty waist.” you mumbled against his work shirt, pulling him tighter against you. It was impossible not to interrupt his morning routine when he wore those shirts and those pants and when he looked way too good for your own good. Which, to be fair, was more often than not. Regardless, there was something about him in the mornings, when his tie laid over his shoulders unknotted and his hair fell over his forehead free of gel. 
“Uh…thanks?” He looked baffled while making eye contact, and you only broke it when he shook his head, your eyes teetering upwards to see his profile. “Between the two of us, I always thought you were the slut but oh well-“
“That's not how it works!” You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly. He pulled your arms tighter around him gently, missing the pressure around his body when you stepped backwards. 
It felt good for you too. Feeling the warmth of him after fighting your way out under the comforter made up for being woken up at 6 in the morning by his alarm. 
“Well,” interrupting himself as his fingers fought the silk of his tie into a knot. “I don’t want to be the only one that's getting slut-shamed.”
“I didn’t call you a slut, I called your waist slutty.” 
“Oh, so you’re slut-shaming my waist, same difference.” He scoffed, basking in the way you rolled your eyes as you turned his body to face you. 
He wanted to complain as your arms snaked away from his waist but held back once he felt your fingers pick up both ends of his tie. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was some sort of weaponized incompetence or actual incompetence that didn’t allow him to tie it properly by himself. A mix of both, probably, but you always did it better than him. 
Plus, if he had to access some weird part of his brain, then he’d have to admit he quite liked it when you let it get tighter than usual before loosening it up.
“You say that as if you’ve never slut-shamed me.” You joked, pretending not to notice how he shivered when your fingers grazed his neck as you flipped the collar. 
“I don't slut-shame you, I slut-praise you.” Smirking as if trying to hide the effect you had on him, he quipped back. His attempt fell flat though. He swallowed down hard when you finished the loop of the tie with a gentle yet firm tug before smoothing it out.
“In that case, I’m praising your slutty waist too.” You let your hands trail down his chest until your grip rested on his hips. Gentle as always, your touch felt all too warm. The mushiness of being tired, you supposed. He thought so too as you pulled him closer, “And I’ll keep doing so because I think you’re,” and placed a gentle kiss against his and then hovering, intertwining each word with another. “beautiful and hot and gorgeous and breathtakingly stunning—“
“Oh fuck off, get out of here.” He broke into a bashful smile, cheeks tinted pink as you punctuated your affection with a kiss on his cheek.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You sighed, pushing yourself off him to let him get ready, though not before lingering against the door frame. “I’m gonna make coffee, you want some?”
He chuckled, “You know we have people to do that, right?”
“I know,” you shrugged, “but I enjoy making some for you.”
You didn’t need verbal confirmation from him. Knowing the answer had grown into a pleasant habit, the same way picking the coffee he liked and using the same brand of low-fat milk had. 
You closed the door with a lovesickness unlike any dripping from a smile of your own. And if he had to access an even darker, twisted and weirder part of his brain, as he had done before, he would struggle to admit that the way you cared made him feel awfully warm, like hinting to the despair that gnawed at the back of his head that he wasn’t as unlovable as he thought. 
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luvfy0dor · 3 months
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“Before it Dies on The Display ♡⁠˖” Bsd x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚
╰┈➤ Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara ✧
Warnings; None!
Description; Actual drabbles about Dazai and Chuuya getting you flowers ♡⁠˖
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A/n; Hey y'all, sorry I was gone for a solid eight days, I had a bunch of swim meets this week and practice and stuff, I'm sure y'all get it. Requests are being worked on; I feel bad asking for them and taking literally more than a full week to do the simplest stuff. Sorry again 3:
Dazai Osamu ♡
• Dazai buys you flowers, often cool colored ones. He doesn't often get roses unless you specifically request it; he opts for more unique and exotic flowers if obtainable. He really loves wowwing his partner and standing out from others.
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You had planned to go on a date with your boyfriend, but he was running relatively late right now. You stood in the doorway of your home, arms crossed as you leaned back against the frame. Your clothes were well put together, fitting for the fancy restaurant that you were treating him to. It really didn't take long for him to pull into your driveway though, the headlights piercing the darkened evening.
He quickly opened the door and stepped out, his arms behind his back. You knowingly grinned as you uncrossed your arms and shut the light off, closing and locking the door behind you. He sped up his pace, careful not to reveal the long flower to you until you met in the middle of the paved path to your doorstep. "Good evening, my dearest." He says smoothly, a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He leans in to place a peck on your own with his arms still held behind him. Your noses bumped together, making you laugh a little. "Are you ready to go?" You ask Dazai, him immediately shaking his head. "Almost! I just have a gift for you first." He says. "Any guesses?"
"Hmmm....I dunno, a yacht?" You playfully reply. "Better! I've brought you an orchid, darlin'!" He says, pulling the potted plant out from behind his back and handing it to you. "Dazai, you never fail to surprise me, this is so beautiful!" You say, grinning and taking in the beauty of the dainty flower. He kisses your cheek and grins with his hands now on your shoulders. "A beautiful flower for an utterly stunning person." He whispers, leaning in to peck your lips again. You return it pleasantly and turning to your door, getting your keys out again so you could place it inside. "Thank you, Dazai, really. They're so beautiful." You smiled from ear to ear before placing the plant inside. He hummed, following you inside and taking your hand; bringing it to his lips for a soft and sweet kiss. "Ofcourse my darling! Since I've brought you flowers, you can pay for dinner, yeah?" You roll your eyes and ruffle his hair, pushing his face away. "That has been predetermined." You tease, grabbing his hand and leading him out the door, ready for a sweet and romantic night with your lover.
Chuuya Nakahara ♡
• Chuuya, unlike Dazai, loves buying his partner roses. He feels like it's such a tried and true method of making his partner swoon for him. They're so romantic to him, especially red roses.
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Chuuya was walking down the streets of Yokohoma, heading towards his favorite cafe. He noticed that he had passed a flower shop on his way, only coming to realize that it must've been brand new as he stood in line to order. You immediately crossed his mind, his subconscious telling him how happy you would be to receive flowers from your beloved boyfriend. He decided that he'd stop on his way back; you deserved flowers more than anyone with all the hard work you do, even though he's offered to let you stop working and take care of all your needs. He loved how dedicated you were, and for that he felt that you deserved all the flowers in the world!
He exited the cafe, walking up the street this time. He made it to the flower shop, opening the door and immediately being greeted by strong floral scents. One of the florists offered to help him build a bouquet and he immediately accepted, wanting to create the perfect bundle of flowers for his lover. They worked with one another to create an arrangement of reds, pinks, and whites, tying it all together with kraft paper and ribbon. He payed and thanked the worker, returning out onto the streets once again. He was able to go home early today, a smile on his face as he thought about you.
When he reached home, he twisted his key into the lock and pushed the door open with his foot, his arms filled by the bouquet. It was utterly massive, and you had a look of confusion on your face when all you could see was the brown paper instead of your boyfriends head. Once he closed the door again, he held it out for you. "A new flower shop opened and uh, I thought you'd like some roses today." He said with a grin, his hair falling on one side of his neck as it usually did. You smiled and took them into your arms, pulling Chuuya in too. "Thanks, babe, you're real sweet to me, you know that? You deserve this treatment too." You say softly, brushing his bangs away from his face. "Yeah, yeah, but that's not important right now. Do you like em? If you don't I can get you another bouquet, no need to hide the truth." He says sweetly, rubbing your upper arm. You immediately shook your head. "No! No, no, I love them!" You reassure him, staring at the beautiful flowers, their pedals smooth and unbroken. "Promise you're not lying to me? My love only deserves the best, you know that." He asks with a smirk, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. "Promise." You say, grateful to have such a thoughtful and willing to please lover.
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A/n; Depending on inspiration in the next couple days regarding requests I'll post a Fyodor and Nikolai ver of this. I thought this up on the bus ride back from my meet which felt like a fever dream bro some kid did 100 butterfly in 1:06. WHAT THW FRICK U GUYS
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saninthebuilding · 2 years
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"it's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him"
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thinking about being in a relationship with bakugou.
although he won't admit it (he'd rather hug deku than tell you he absolutely adores you), he loves it when you praise him.
now, it's not praise in his quirk, or how good of a hero he is.
just... him.
and that's how your entire relationship started.
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the class had started, and you were sitting in the seat next to him, having been added to the class late due to some issues with enrolment. aizawa-sensei had just ended his lesson, and everyone was mingling about, getting to know each other.
you were talking with denki, who had approached you for the first time with another one of his cheesy pick-up lines.
"if you were words on a page, you'd be some real fine print."
a yellow-haired head popped into your peripheral, and you turned around, confused.
"me?"
he grinned, "who else, sweetheart?"
you stared at him, shocked, before breaking out into a fit of laughter. after you got it out of your system, you turned to him, a grin of your own making its way onto your lips.
"not bad. well, you'd be in bold, now wouldn't you?"
his eyes widened, and he stared at you for a good minute, before he burst out laughing.
"i'm denki," he smiled, stretching a hand out toward you. you took it in your own, shaking, "i'm y/n."
a growl was heard from your left, and you turned to see a spiky-haired boy glaring at the two of you. irritation shown plainly on his face, he scoffed.
"you guys are gross. throwing around half-assed pick-up lines."
you studied him for a moment, taking in the way he slouched in his chair with surprisingly intimidating grace. his hands shoved deep into his pockets, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. the blazer that seemed to stretch thin around his biceps.
and those eyes.
those ruby-red, captivating eyes.
your eyes met his, and a shock ran through you at his intense gaze.
"your eyes are beautiful" you blurted out.
shit.
those red eyes widened, and his mouth opened just a tad bit- not enough to be noticeable from a distance, but since you were sitting to his literal right, you saw.
"hah?!" recovering fast, he snapped at you. "don't bullshit me!" turning away from you, he dropped his gaze to the papers laid out on his desk.
denki was laughing behind you, saying something about emotions and how he thought the ash-blonde didn't have any.
but your gaze was on his ears- bright red. the only tell that what you'd said had affected him.
looking down at your desk, a small smile played onto your lips.
cute.
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as time went on, you guys moved from strangers who had just met in class to proper classmates.
the two of you were often paired up to work together since you were sitting side-by-side, and although you barely knew his name, you were glad.
aizawa-sensei had just grouped the two of you up for an assignment, and you'd decided to move to his desk so you guys could work together.
"the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, stopping his writing to shift his gaze to you.
"we needa start this shit," you said simply, gently pushing his papers so you could dump your arms onto his desk. you dropped your head onto them, before looking up and seeing him momentarily stunned.
that didn't last long.
"what the hell are you doing?! move it, dumbass!" he lifted his hand to shove you off the desk, but you ducked out of the way, almost falling off your chair in the process.
"come on blondie," you protested, "we better get going otherwise we're gonna end up failing!"
he glared at you, anger rising.
"don't call me blondie, you extra!"
sighing, you shifted your eyes to his paper, trying to figure out his name. catching sight of the word at the top of the page, you raised your eyebrows.
"bakugou?"
raising your head, you studied him. "bakugou. alright then, blondie."
"tch, whatever."
he went back to continuing his writing, paying no more attention to you. you, however, kept your gaze on him, before dropping it to his page.
the words flowed from his pencil, and you watched his hand flex and fingers tighten every so often as he kept answering the first few questions of the template aizawa-sensei had handed out.
"you have nice hand-writing, bakugou."
his hand came to a sharp stop, the nib screeching slightly. alarmed, you looked up at him, but you saw he was watching you oddly.
his ears were red again.
"the fuck you saying that for, dumbass?"
you grinned, and you met his ruby-red eyes, amusement growing.
"the name's y/n."
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the school year went on, and eventually you guys progressed from classmates to friends. or at least, that's what you called it.
it's not like bakugou would say that himself, however he didn't make an effort to correct you.
he dropped it overtime.
it was a late afternoon, and aizawa-sensei had created units for realistic hero training. you, unfortunately, had not been paired with a certain blonde-haired boy.
however, you were more than happy to watch him fight.
standing in front of the live stream of the ongoing battle, you watched jirou get cornered by mantis, his blades speeding towards her. shouts rose from both class 1a and class 1b.
"crap, he's gonna get her!" mina's voice rang out from behind you.
however, he didn't.
there was a blur of black in the corner of the screen, and suddenly bakugou blasted his way into view. his foot coming down on her back, he shoved her out of the way, before raising his head to snarl at the fanged "villain."
"as if you'd get someone from my team on my watch."
a loud *BOOM* echoed through the speakers, and the reverberations were heard from the arena itself. An explosion erupted on the screen, blinding you, and when you looked up again you saw mantis lying on the floor with bakugou standing over him.
wow.
the fight ended soon enough, and you waited until class was dismissed to catch up with the explosion boy.
"hey, blondie!"
bakugou turned, his trademark scowl plastered onto his face.
"what do you want, idiot?"
you stopped beside him, before smirking up at him.
"you were good out there."
he whirled towards you, teeth bared. "of course i was good out there! the fuck's that supposed to mean?"
you let out a dramatic sigh, before slinging your arm over his shoulder and yanking his face down towards yours. he let out a snarl of protest, but made no move to pull away from you. you wiggled your eyebrows at him.
"i mean~" you sang out teasingly, "you looked out for your teammates. you don't have to tell me you were good out there, blondie. i know you were."
he opened his mouth to butt in, but you silenced him with a finger to his lips. he looked down at it, irritated.
"kicking jirou outta the way was one way to save her ass. but you did."
you lifted your gaze to his, a genuine grin on your face.
"you do care. you've just got your own way of showing it, huh? it's nice, seeing you looking after other people. plus, i'm almost 100% sure you're actually a big softie on the inside."
whatever bakugou was going to say didn't come. he just looked at you, slightly taken aback by everything you'd just said.
realizing that you'd said a way more than you'd intended, you cringed internally, quickly turning to look at where you guys were going rather than him.
oh crap, he's gonna eat me.
instead, he averted his gaze, an arm coming up to cover his face.
"shut up."
surprised, you turn back to him, expecting a sudden blast to your side. but you take in his body language- the way he was covering his face and avoiding your gaze, and don't say anything.
besides, seeing his bright red ears was enough.
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it was the end of the first year at ua, and class 1a had decided to throw a party to celebrate. the dorms were alive with laughter and movement. sato and momo had decided to team up with a few of the students from class 1b to prepare a variety of different dishes for the occasion. there were activities and other things set-up in order for everyone to enjoy their last day as first years.
however, it was loud.
feeling overwhelmed by the constant noise of the party, you headed outside for some fresh air. going out in the court yard and turning into the garden located in front of the dorms, you inhaled a long breath of fresh air.
this is nice.
"what are you doing out here?"
you stayed where you were leaning against the grill blocking the fountain, knowing who it was without turning around.
"i could say the same to you."
bakugou stepped up beside you, and you looked at him from the corner of your eye.
you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amazing.
he was wearing a deep red suit, the same colour as his eyes, and a black collared shirt. the blazer was closed, tailored to compliment his build. his hands were shoved into his pockets, and you could see the material strain along his biceps.
he looked absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight.
feeling your gaze, he turned to face you. "shouldn't you be inside, enjoying the dumb party?"
"it's loud in there," you replied.
is it just me or is there some favouritism going on with him and the moon?
"mm. i take it you don't like that shit either."
"nah."
the two of you lapsed into silence, staring up at the night sky. you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your mind racing, pestering you to tell him tell him tell him. you'd ignored it all year, creating excuses for why not to, but now there was nothing in the way.
it was just you and him.
slowly, you tilted your head up to the stars shining faintly against the midnight sky, not having the courage to face him completely.
"hey bakugou."
he turned to you, concerned. you rarely called him by his first name.
is she alright?
internally cursing yourself for being a coward, you forced yourself to face him. meeting his gaze, you stared at him for a moment, before speaking.
"you're really pretty."
what?
he takes a step back, his arm flying up to cover his face like it did all those months ago. his ears are a burning red, and a flush creeps up on his cheeks.
"you... what?"
taking a step towards him, you say it again.
"you're pretty."
his heart beats hard in his chest, in his ears, in his head. his blood rushes through him at a faster pace than usual. his breaths come out short and sharp.
"you..."
he takes a step forward, then another, and another, until he's standing directly in front of you. he angles his head down to yours, his gaze filled with an emotion you couldn't place.
"do you know what you do to me?"
your heart beats hard in your chest, in your ears, in your head. your blood rushes through you faster than usual. your breaths come out short and sharp.
"what?"
"i said... do you know what you do to me?"
you stay silent, staring at him in complete shock. taking in your frozen state, he reaches for your hand dangling by your side.
his grip is surprisingly gentle yet firm, and his rough hands warm as he guides your own to his chest.
you can feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm.
"every time you say something about me, i get like this. about me. every damn time. and it's been driving me crazy. did you know that?"
at a loss for words, you just stare. at him. at his face. at that mouth.
he notices.
"y/n..."
an explosion surges through your body- that was the first time he called you by your name.
"can i... kiss you?"
you meet his gaze, those ruby-red eyes that grasped your attention not so long ago.
"yes."
it comes out breathless, and bakugou still has enough bravado for a small smirk to make its way onto his lips.
lets see how long it says there.
grabbing his collar, you yank him down towards you, and he catches himself on the railing behind you before he stumbled into you completely.
his mouth is soft against yours, and you feel his hand come up to rest on the small of your back, pressing you closer to him.
definitely a softie.
after what feels like forever, he pulls away from you, sucking in a long breath.
"damn."
you grin, relishing the sight of his flushed cheeks, although you knew yours weren't any better.
"oh, shut up pretty boy."
he tsked, shoving you off him.
"cut it out with that mushy shit."
but he gave you a small smile, however self-satisfied it was.
and in that moment, you couldn't have been more glad of the fact that you had chosen to compliment him all those months ago on your first day of school.
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a/n: ok wOw. this was 11 pages in google docs omg. i hope you guys liked it! i know i did lmao
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lonelycowgirls · 1 year
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"Do you still think you'd choose me if we met now?"
"What?"
"If you met me today, do you think we'd still get together?"
"What? Where is this coming from?"
Stella was struggling. Scrolling through her phone on Instagram was making her feel, well to put it bluntly, ugly. She'd often like posts of Harry, so her For You page would often be dotted with him. The picture of him with two gorgeous blonde women made her heart sink as soon as she laid eyes on it. She'd known that he was going to a little get-together with Brad the day before and she trusted him - it still didn't make seeing that picture any easier on her. Especially when he looked... like that in it.
"Well, we've been together for so long now... I just wonder... whether if things were different... if you'd even look twice at me."
"Stell, I literally had my tongue in your arse yesterday and you're wondering if I still fancy you?" Stella cackled out a laugh with him, and he chuckled on the sun lounger next to her. Did he have to air her out like that? He didn't even look up from his book when he said it.
"For God's sake," she sighed from laughing and unlocked her phone again, then found herself frowning at the picture that continued to shine on her screen. She sighed, "seriously though, look at these girls..." She rolled to her side to show him the picture and he grabbed her phone to look and zoom with his fingers. "Can't blame me for feeling a little bit insecure." She sat up and grabbed her water bottle from down by her bed and took a swig, looking out to their view of the ocean from the terraced balcony of their hotel. She glanced at him again. "Alright, I think that's enough zooming now, H." She leaned over and snatched her phone back, making him laugh at her. She shook her head and closed the app altogether.
"Yeah, there are plenty of beautiful people in the world..." He closed his book and stood lazily from his lounger. "They were nice girls to be fair..." Stretching his arms above his head, he breathed out a content sigh before bum shuffling onto the edge of her bed. Placing his arms on either side of her head to look at her, albeit through the dark tint of his sunglasses. "But none of them are you."
She lifted his glasses and placed them on top of his head, scraping the hair off his face. "If I wasn't so in my feels right now I would've gagged at that." He scoffed and hung his head on his neck in defeat. She lifted his chin so he was looking at her again, "but, thank you." She said softly, pecking his lips a few times and pinching his chin between her thumb and forefinger.
"I think you forget how funny you are, how charismatic you are, how caring you are, how smart you are." With each compliment to her personality, he pressed a kiss to her skin. To her forehead, to both cheeks, to her nose before moving to her neck. "You're so much more than what you look like." He nuzzled in further. "Not much to talk about with a gorgeous mannequin." He mumbled.
"Harry, that's a bit harsh." She commented, scratching the back of his neck where her arms were surrounding his broad shoulders. He pressed a final peck and pulled away to flop back onto his own bed.
"Well, it's true. Do you think we'd still be together after this long if we had nothing to talk about?"
She left his question to be rhetorical with just a shrug of her shoulders. She knew she was being dramatic and he always reassured her of how he felt about her. But really, what other girlfriend in the world had to deal with beautiful - like seriously stunning - people literally fawning over their partners?
"You're still thinking about it aren't you?" Harry said, again not looking up from his book and messing with his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.
"No."
"You are, I can hear your thoughts."
"Oh, alright, sorry Mystic Meg."
"That's right, 'tis I, back from the dead. And I can tell you're still thinking about it."
"Go on then, what exactly are my thoughts telling you?"
He rest his book on his lap and brought a hand up to his chin to scratch it in false deep thought. "Nah, have to have eye-to-eye connection." She rolled her eyes at his silliness before he swung his legs to sit opposite her, slapping her thigh twice lightly. "C'mon." She sat up and brought her legs to sit so their knees brushed together, the hair on his legs tickling her. He sat forward to rest his elbows on his thighs and stared at her with a deep furrow in his eyebrows. She gazed into his eyes and quirked her own brow in question. After about thirty seconds of this, she scoffed.
"Spit it out then!" He brought his hand to slide up her thigh and squeezed it to tell her off. She held onto his wrist to get his hand away but he linked their fingers instead.
"Wanna know what I'm thinking?"
"What? I thought we were doing me?"
"Nah, it's about me now." She laughed and shook her head at him. "I'm thinking... staring deeply into your eyes..." He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers. "That I love you. Everything about you." She smiled. "Even when you're moody and impatient when I want to play games." He pinched her hip with the hand that wasn't holding hers, tracing the skin on the back of her palm. She flinched at the movement, opening her mouth to speak before he connected their lips again. With the Australian sun glistening on the seafront before them, beginning to set and casting a glow over the two of them, she imagined this would be the ideal place and time for Harry to propose. "I especially love your tits in that bikini top."
"And... you ruined it."
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This really just flowed out of me after seeing that pic, huh.
Nel xo
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kp0ptributera · 1 year
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Beautiful colleague
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A/N: Welcome to my fist ever smut, feel free to send all the remarks you want to help me improve. ^~^ Word count: 1708
You woke up thinking it would be another boring day, just another day listening to pointless demands and orders at work, in fact you still ask yourself why do you keep that shitty job, but then you think about your new colleague, and you start to smile. The day she came in felt like a ray of sun after a rainy day, the tall gorgeous blonde was stunning and before you could even say a word, you find yourself tripping on your words, trying to salute her and welcome her in this hell which suddenly became way more interesting. “H-hi, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you said, still astonished by her smile. “Hey, I’m Somi, hope we will do good work together” she started giggling, which made her even more beautiful. Your boss looked at you, “She will be under your commands till you finished teach her all she needs to know, so don’t waste both your time and get to it”, he left you both in your office and locked himself in his. “He looks like a perv”, Somi said, “ like he kept trying to watch down my shirt all the time he was with me” she looked disappointed by that, but you can’t blame your boss, she looks like a walking goddess, her figure could make anyone go crazy and she was overflowing with confidence. “He isn’t a bad guy, it’s not that often that we see woman as beautiful as you here” you started blushing when those words left your lips, “I should learn to think before I speak” you thought, looking in her eyes, afraid to see disgust, but all you saw was a malicious look. “Oh, so you think I’m beautiful ?”, Somi started to smile, “maybe you could help your new BEAUTIFUL colleague learning her job then” “You are going to tease me with that, don’t you”, you laughed, feeling happy to be at work for the first time in months “Yes I am”, she laugh too, “but we should work now”.
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A few weeks have passed since Somi and you were paired, you did your best to teach her all you know, and in exchange, you saw her struggle to take some of the work your boss literally buried you in. “(Y/N), is it normal that you get all that work while I see some colleagues do nearly nothing”, Somi looked pissed, but not because of the amount of work, because you were the one who needed to do it. “Well, that’s because they do nothing that I get to do all the work, to make sure there’s no delay”, you flashed her a sad smile, knowing that it will be another night where you will overwork, “You can go home if you want, you don’t need to lose some sleep because of me”, then you thought “even if I would love to lose some sleep with you”.
Somi started to think, and finally said “No way I leave you alone with all that work, I’ll go get us some food, and your beautiful colleague will assist you as much as she can” she laughed, and you started to feel a bit better.
“Okay, but stop teasing me with that, you know that it slipped out of my head”, you were still feeling shy because of that
“I know, but it’s fun to make you blush”, Somi winked at you, and left to grab some noodle cup at the grocery down the street. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
You decided to close your eyes, to let them rest a bit, and fell asleep before even knowing it, just to woke up on something really smooth, you didn’t remembered going to the couch in your office, but it felt like the best pillow you’ve ever slept on….You slowly open your eyes, just to see something huge in front of your sleepy eyes, it took you less than 2 seconds to finally understand the situation….your head was laying on Somi’s thighs, and what was hiding the light was her chest, you tried your best since she worked with you to not stare at them, but they look even bigger from there. “Oh shit, I’m sorry , I must’ve fell asleep”, you were bright red, and your body was reacting to the heaven sent sight you woke up to. Somi looked at you, and you saw that luscious light in her eyes once again, while she bit her lower lip, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be sorry there, in fact I think I can help you” she said that with a teasing voice. You gulped loudly, “H-how do you want to help me ?”,you try to look anywhere but at her, her hypnotic body making you fail at it. She got closer to you, and whispered in your ear right before biting your earlobe “Maybe I could help you relive some stress, I know how you look at me when you think I’m too busy to notice, but what you don’t know is that it gets me so horny every time” You couldn’t believe what she said, you must still be dreaming, there’s no other way, but you started to feel a hot breath in your neck, followed by soft lips and kisses crashing on it, stealing some light moans from you, as her hands wander on your chest, going lower and lower, till they reach your pants. “So, (Y/N), any commands for your beautiful assistant, I’m here to help you in any way I can” she rub your growing boner through your underwear, and you feel yourself losing your mind and will to stop her faster than you thought possible. “I need to feel your lips down there, my only order right now is that I want you to make me cum Somi”, your mind was too busy trying to keep your sanity intact to ask for more, and at the second she unpacked your boner, you knew nothing would ever feel better.
Somi started to jerk you off slowly, planting her eyes toward yours, her devilish smile letting you know she was waiting this since longer than you. Her lips began to kiss your length from the bottom, her soft hand fondling your balls gently as she started to push the tip of your cock in her mouth.
You moaned, it was truly too amazing to be true, you were getting you cock sucked by the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met, in your office, and she was willing to do her best to help you to relieve your stress, even if deep down, you knew it was just because she was horny and wanting to do that, after all the teasing she did.
The deeper she went, she louder your moans became, she was really skillful, twisting her tongue around and making your cock feel like it’s melting, the gulping sound echoing with your moans, beginning to sound like a sweet music to both of your ears.
Before you could see it, Somi started to play with herself with her other hand, making you even hornier “F-Fuck Somi, I t-think I’m gonna cum if you keep going”, it sounded more like a demand than a complain and Somi happily oblige, sending her throat faster at your throbbing cock.
“Fuuuck”, you buckled up your hips, pushing your cock down her throat and sending your cum there, you thought she would choke on it, but she swallowed it all with no problem, taking your cock out with a smile.
“Such a nice load (Y/N), how long did you planned to keep it for you instead of asking me”, Somi still looked beautiful with her messy hair and her ruined make up, “she is truly out of this world”, you told yourself. “I don’t know, I tried my best to think about anything else that how sexy you are”, you confessed, “But it’s not fair that I’m the only one feeling good there” you pushed her on the couch and slipped your hand under her skirt while your lips begin to wander around her neck, you can feel how wet she is and her moans grows louder as your fingers slip in her pussy.
You keep fingering her for a moment, till you feel her body slowly arching, her hand joining yours in her panties and furiously caressing her clit, bringing her to the orgasm as her legs get covered in her juices and a puddle appear on the floor.
Somi stared in your eyes, “Fuck me daddy, I dream about it since I started here, I just want you to use me”, she started begging, and with her cute face, there’s nothing you could refuse her. You aligned your cock with her pussy and started to push it in slowly, but she didn’t wanted slow sex, she wanted to be used, Somi locked her legs around your waist and pushed on you so you enter in one smooth movement deep in her.
She let a long moan escape, and you feel her pussy throbbing, “Did you just cum?”, you asked, and she answered with a lustful smile, Of course, my pussy was already feeling so good from earlier, and your cock seems to be perfect for me, so huge and it feels so good”. You started to move your hips, playing with her tits and kissing her pale skin as much as you can, you wanted this to keep going all night, but suddenly Somi grabbed your hair and pushed her lips on yours, the intimacy of this was too much, sending you over the edge and making you fill her pussy with your thick cum.
“Fuck…That was amazing, I don’t think I’ll be able to live without this everyday”, you said, still not sure if it was true or a dream, but Somi whispered in your ear with her soft voice, “Then use me everyday as you wish, no matter where we are, my body is yours”.
You both quickly put your clothes back and decided that after all that hard work, you would both take a day off tomorrow, there’s plenty of time to work later, but now, you need to strengthen that new bound, making you sure your beautiful colleague is all yours.
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Copia with a plus sized reader who's insecure about their body?
I've got two asks about plus size readers in my inbox, and I'm more than happy to oblige - because this is literally me. This is PURE self-indulgence. It's also a fic I wrote for another fandom a while back, repurposed and reworked for Copia...
Mature. 18+ MDNI!
Copia (as Papa) x female!reader
Words: 4k
TW/ plus size reader, insecurity, self-hatred, self-esteem issues, first time together, praise kink, teasing, squirting, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering
Your hands shook a little as you stared into your bathroom mirror, breathing deeply to calm the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were trying so hard to stay calm, to feel comfortable and even a little excited, but it just wasn’t coming to you. All you felt was sick, anxious beyond belief.
Tonight was supposed to be the night; you’d planned every detail. You’d asked Papa to come over around eight, dinner already being dished up and wine already poured. You’d invited him to stay the night, as he often had in the last two months of your relationship. But in those two months, whilst there had been some rather heated make-out sessions… You still hadn’t given yourself to him completely.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sleep with him; of course, you did. You adored him and he adored you, and he was the most wonderful man you had ever laid eyes on but that was exactly the problem; he was just too wonderful for you… That’s what the voice in the back of your head would scream at you, at least. Papa Emeritus IV, the man all the Siblings of Sin would swoon over... How on earth he found you attractive, you just couldn’t understand. If the congregation knew you were dating, if they got a look at you, well you know exactly what they would say…
Not good enough.
Too fat.
Ugly.
Like a whale.
Papa deserves better.
And who’s to say they were wrong. Next to a Papa, some of the prettiest siblings you knew would get the same abuse. The thoughts plagued your mind constantly and made intimacy incredibly difficult for you.
But tonight, you wanted it to be the night. You knew Copia wanted you, wanted to be with you in every sense of the phrase and you so desperately wanted to give him that.
But now here you were, locked in your en suite bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror in the lingerie you had bought to surprise him specially. It was beautiful; a fitted and corseted bodysuit with stunning black lace and red embroidered roses along the cups of the bra and down your torso. The bottom mesh was a perfectly fitted thong, and suspender clips hung from the seam, attached to some very basic black sheer stockings up to your mid-thigh.
But you hated it. It was beautiful, but you weren’t so sure about it now that Copia was waiting in your bedroom and seemingly unaware of what you had planned. You’d simply told him you were going to get ready for bed and slipped into the bathroom, where you’d already prepared the outfit.
You’d perhaps been in there just a little too long, losing track of time as you stared at yourself whilst your inner monologue gave you a pep-talk.
Three light knocks on the door were enough to wake you from your little trance as Copia's voice filtered through the wood.
“Uh, tesoro? Are you quite alright in there?” he asked, concerned and pressing his ear up to the door.
You didn’t answer right away; you couldn’t. You were stunned into silence and really not sure what you were going to do in this situation… But no, you wanted to be brave. You wanted to be with him, to face your fears and just pray that he found you attractive in the same way you did him.
“Uh, y-yeah…” you voice shook. Even to your own ears, you didn’t sound right.
“Are you sure?” he asked, insistent. “Can you let me in?” he asked, trying the door handle a little. You quickly whipped your long bathrobe from the back of the door where it always hung, and slipped into it, covering your lingerie with only your feet in your stockings poking out. Once covered head to toe, you let him in, hugging yourself tight as you sat on the closed toilet lid.
“What is it, cara mio? Are you sick?” he asked, concern on his gorgeous face as he knelt in front of you, placing the back of his palm to your forehead to check your temperature. You just shook your head a little, biting your lip. You were too embarrassed, felt too silly to tell him what had actually kept you in the bathroom for so long.
“What is it, hmm?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked down at yourself, the way you were wrapped up and suddenly, you felt a wash of emotion overcoming you.
Tears stung your eyes and threatened to fall, and you could barely look him in the eye as you clutched the material of your robe.
“I-I… I just wanted to surprise you…” Your voice cracked, a tear falling down without permission. Of course, he saw, and his concern only grew.
“Tesoro, what is it? Surprise me how?” he asked, wiping the tear away with his thumb.
“I-I b-bought… a pretty… set and I… I don’t feel pretty in it… I wanted tonight to be so… s-special,” you sobbed, more tears spilling down your cheeks. Copia's heart broke for you, but he still wasn’t entirely sure what you were getting at. At least, not until he looked you over and noticed the sheer black of the stocking you were wearing underneath the robe.
Suddenly it made sense. You wanted tonight to be special… a pretty set… you didn’t feel pretty… He understood what you were trying to say.
“Hey, cara mio… Look at me, sì?” he soothed, gently tilting your chin to bring your eyes to meet his. “Whatever you’ve got on underneath this robe, I know you’re going to look bellissima. You do in anything you wear. But there’s no rush, okay? If you’re not ready, nothing has to happen until you are. I’m just happy being with you.”
His words only made you sob harder; such a sweet and understanding man.
“B-but I am ready, Copia… I want you, and I want you to want me I just feel so… so… fat,” you practically cried, bowing your head and burying your face in your hands to hide the blush that crept up onto it. Copia's heart ached to see you this way, so insecure and upset.
“Sweetheart, no… No, no no… Come here,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, drawing your body close to his in a tight hug. “Why do a few extra pounds have to be a bad thing? Why do you think that would make me decide I wasn’t attracted to you, eh?”
You could respond, letting the tears fall softly, staining his shoulder.
“Amore, I adore you. I think you’re beautiful, and believe me, I… I really do… want you,” he got a littleshy then, the two of you never having spoken of the subject before, happy to just let it slide for the first two months together. This was far from the confident Papa he usually portrayed.
You sat yourself up from cuddling into him, taking a deep breath and looking down at your hands in your lap, blinking away the tears.
“You do?” you asked sheepishly, still afraid he was just being polite.
“So much, I just… I figured you wanted to wait, and I’m okay with that so I never pushed you. I thought you’d have your reasons, and I was right, eh? But if you want me, cara mio…” he gently placed the tip of his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “you can have me.”
You bit your lip a little, your eyes wondering down to look at his lips; so perfect and soft. Kissing him was like a dream every single time, and when his lips moved to connect with yours again, the tension you were holding in your shoulders simply melted away.
He held your cheek, caressing his thumb over the flush that had risen to the surface and your lips started to move in sync, perfectly matched up with one another. He pulled away and smiled softly, standing up and pulling you with your hands too, guiding you back over to the mirror.
“You see this?” he says, standing behind you, looking at your reflection. “Beautiful. Every single inch. Every stretch mark. Every roll. All the cellulite. You are beautiful, from here,” he tapped the top of your head, “to here,” he tapped his toes against yours. “And tesoro, the thought of getting to be with you, to see you in all your glory, dressed up in this,” he pulled the edge of the robe, exposing your shoulder just enough that one side of the bodysuit became exposed, “or completely on display for me… It drives me absolutely pazzo... (insane...)”
Your heart rate quickened when he pulled the edge of the robe, so careful not to go too far, to push you into what you didn’t want. He was slow, methodical, and you could see the way his eyes darkened as he looked you over in your reflection.
He pressed some feather light kisses to your shoulder, his hands slowly and carefully pulling on the robe against you to expose more of the stunning set you had on for him. His lips stayed attached to your shoulder, but his eyes were watching you in the mirror, watching the way you relaxed your arms to let the robe fall and pool around your feet.
And then his hands were on your waist, his body moving closer to yours as his lips travelled up your neck.
“Amore mio, (my love),” he muttered against your neck, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across the expanse of exposed skin.
“Copia?” you asked, wanting his full attention. His eyes lifted to look at you again, his lips hovering over your neck.
“Hm?” he hummed. You turned around in his grasp, his arms naturally finding purchase on your waist and pulling you against him. You leaned into him, lips merely millimetres from his.
“Take me to bed…” You spoke so softly, and Copia's lips spread to form the prettiest smile, his eyes creasing in the most endearing happiness as his hands dropped to yours, linking your fingers together. He walked backwards, guiding you with him – the robe long forgotten along with your insecurity – and when the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he stopped, sitting on the edge.
His eyes drifted over your body, from head to toe, taking in every square inch he could lay his eyes on and admiring just how beautiful you looked all dressed up for him. He considered himself the luckiest man in the world.
He reached for your waist against, pulling you to stand between his knees and encouraging you to bend down to kiss him, which frankly you could never resist.
You ran your fingers through his hair and planted your lips to his so softly, feeling the way he took a deep breath in and slowly released it in absolute bliss. The way you moulded together felt like it was meant to be, like two magnets attracted each other, unable to resist the polarity.
You let your hands run down to the top of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and pulling it from where it was tucked into the hem of his trousers. Without hesitation, you slipped your hands under the shirt at his shoulders and guided it off him, his chest on full display.
Upon instinct, you brought your knee up to the outside of his thigh, leaning yourself on the mattress without once ever disconnecting your lips. Copia shuffled backwards, allowing you the room to push yourself up to straddle his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you.
Already, Copia was growing hotter, his heart racing, his pants tightening. Here he was, with the most beautiful woman in the most beautiful lingerie at his fingertips, and the both of you swimming in a sea of passion and adoration. He’d wanted this for just as long as you had, fantasised about what you might look like completely bare for him, engulfed in lust and need.
He shuffled back just a little more, leaving enough room to be able to remove his trousers, kicking them off and resuming your kiss. He let his hands trail patterns against the embroidery on the bodysuit, lightly tracing each flower as his kisses travelled down to your neck, your collarbone, all the way to the edge of the bra cups that held your breasts together. His fingers played with the straps, teasing taking them down for a few moments before he did just that, letting you remove your arms from them as he pulled the bodysuit down just enough to let your breasts spill out.
Like a man possessed, his lips immediately were on you, kissing the flesh and suckling at your nipple while his hands supported the rest. He loved how you felt, loved how pillowy soft you were. He shut his eyes and lost himself, completely overcome with the need to worship you this way, and you couldn’t help but watch him with your lips parted, little whines and whimpers falling effortlessly from them.
He just could not get enough of you, no matter how much of you there was to enjoy.
“C-Copia?” you called to him as your hips started to move involuntarily against him. You could feel just how hard he was below you, straining against his underwear and without thinking you just couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against it. You needed him; it had been too long, you had waited too long. You both needed this. Now.
He looked up at you, coming up for air as he whispered, “I’m here, tesoro. I’m here…” His hands slid down to your hips again, guiding them against him as you pushed your lips to his in a far more desperate and messy kiss, both of you so far into this intense lust that you couldn’t hold yourself back.
He guided you to swivel, to climb off him and onto your back up against the pillows and he crawled on his knees over you. Neither of you came away from the kiss still, your tongues too entranced in their dance to be separated now.
He held your thighs up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he hovered above you and holding you there as he pushed his hips against the mesh of your bodysuit. His fingers toyed with the suspender clips, snapping them open and feeling the softness of your upper thigh.
For a moment, he sat up on his knees, his hands now resting on your own knees and just marvelled at you, laying there for him in something so exquisitely tempting. But he needed you as much as you needed him, the hardness of his length becoming quite uncomfortable with little to no stimulation.
He focussed his touch on one thigh, gripping the edge of the stocking and slowly dragging it down whilst he leaned over your legs to pepper kisses to the newly exposed skin, moving his lips to chase the seam until it was cast aside, and he could replicate the display on your other leg. The care he took, the way he pressed such glorious open-mouthed kisses to your skin had your patience wearing thinner and thinner, getting more and more desperate with each kiss.
You sat up with him to kiss him once more, with all the heat and urgency you had coursing through your veins. Your hands were fumbling with the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down his hips with far less patience than he had had for your stockings. But you just couldn’t help it; here was one fo the most wonderful - and powerful - men you had ever had the pleasure of being around, and he was worshipping you, inch by glorious inch. You needed him.
He took over when the material hit his knees, lifting each one by one to shuffle out of them further and kick them off whilst you worked on pushing the already half-rolled down body suit down to your hips, but that’s when he stopped you.
“May I?” he asked, so sweetly and gently, his eyes dark and hooded as he looked down at you, lips parted and breathless. You let go of the material to cup his cheeks, nodding as you leaned in to him oce more. But he wanted to watch as he undressed you, to reveal you to himself completely.
He guided you back onto your back, your hands around the back of his head playing with the hairs at the base of his neck as you took some deep breaths. You weren’t nervous anymore, just trying your best to stay calm and not rush things. You could tell he wanted to savour this, to really enjoy every moment of your first time together.
He sat back on his knees again, gripping the rolled material and slowly, he pulled it further and further down to expose your tummy first of all. He had never admitted it to you, but this might have been his favourite part of your beautiful body. The cuddles he could have with you were some of the softest, and the way you felt under his touch and how you looked when you wore certain clothes that accentuated each curve were just heaven. Never had he met a woman who felt more like a woman to him; you felt like home.
He glided his fingertips from between your breasts, down over the softness of your tummy, pressing down to see the way they sank into your flesh a little. He was mesmerised by you, using his hands to play with your tummy, moulding it like dough just because it felt so nice…
But soon, he resumed his previous task and began to drag the bodysuit further down your body, until he was dragging the material from your feet and leaving you completely uncovered.
He pounced on you then, hungry and eager to feel you, to press himself against you just to know how it felt. His lips found yours and your legs parted for him to situate himself between comfortably. You could feel the way his length pressed against you, and you realised you hadn’t even seen him yet, too focussed on feelings and too overcome with the need to have him inside you. Now you could feel him, you realised just how large he was and a fresh wave of arousal flooded through you, pooling between your legs and coating him in warm delight.
He moaned against your lips, his hips rutting against you a few times, hands grabbing at your bulging waistline.
“C-Copia please, need you… Wanna feel you,” you begged, forcing eye contact with him as he hovered above you.
“Of course, amore, need you ready though…” he breathed in his deepest octave, dropping from the usual resonance you were used to in his lustful haze. His hand slipped between the two of you, two fingers sliding through the wetness of your folds and slowly yet easily pushing into you.
You moaned at the contact, finally able to feel something where you needed it. He moved them in and out of you a few times, curling them slowly to reach the most sensitive areas before dragging them out again and using the very same hand to coat his cock in your wetness.
He lined himself up, pushed the underside of your thigh up for a better angle, and started to sink into you, stretching and filling you so beautifully you were sure he was simply made for you. He grit his teeth together as he did so, his lips curling back to expose them as his eyes were diverted to watch himself become sheathed inside you. It drove him absolutely wild, and before long his hips began to roll against you.
“Perfetta… cosí perfetta (perfect...so perfect),” he mumbled, his forehead dipping to rest against the softness of your breast to support himself enough as he floated into a state of hypnosis, hips moving of their own accord and never losing rhythm, rolling and using the perfect angle to really dive into you as far as the position would allow him.
You moaned his name, fingers in his hair yet again. You loved it, adored how long it was getting and the peppering of greys around his temples - and it was perfect for keeping yourself steady in this moment. The way he filled you was simply divine, and how he managed to press every button inside you was simply a mystery that no other man had even dreamt of solving. Yet here he was – your perfect Papa – making you feel things only you had ever been able to give yourself before.
“You’re perfect, amore... So perfect for me, so good for me… Doing so well,” he mumbled over and over again against your breast between light and open-mouthed kisses. He was truly lost in pleasure, lost in the passion of finally giving yourselves to each other.
He spewed a constant string of praises despite him doing most of the work, his adoration for you pouring out of him.
“Copia, sweetie, look at me,” you panted, pulling lightly at his hair to bring him back to hovering above you, his eyes hooded and dark, watching you carefully. His hips slowed, but not to a complete stop, still mindlessly rolling against you. “I love you…” you uttered, breathy and gravelling, thick with pleasure.
His lips twitched into a smirk, then spread into a wide grin and a chuckle. “I love you too, tesoro…”
“Thank you for… mmm, thank you for m-making me… oh, Luficer, making me feel beautiful,” you said between moans as his hips starts to roll against yours at a faster pace again, still hitting your tender spots so accurately.
“You are beautiful, cara mio. So, so… beautiful,” he grunted, fighting the urge to go faster, harder. But you most certainly wanted him to.
“M-more, Copia. Please…” you asked, and immediately he groaned and let go of his own restrictions. His pace quickened, thrusts became far harsher as he lost himself. This new pace was exhilarating, and you could feel that same pleasure from before building and building.
You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, crying out at the way he made you feel. Your headboard banged harshly against the wall with each thrust from the sheer power of his hips.
“Fuck, cara…” he growled, using one hand to steady himself on the headboard above you and the other to snake between you both, somehow co-ordinating his fingers to his thrusts as he circled your clit.
This new pleasure, this new sensation sent further shockwaves through your body and it simply didn’t take long for you to get to the edge, desperately trying to hold off and prolong the feeling for a more intense climax.
Copia could feel the way you clenched around him, the way your fingers tightened in his hair and all your muscles tensed and he knew you were close.
“That’s it, care. Cum for me, it’s okay. Cum, feel good, tesoro. Just let go,” he repeated himself, praising you over and over which finally drove you over the edge.
It hit you like a freight train, like you could feel yourself being catapulted through the air and flying on cloud nine while wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you. Your release squirted from your pussy with every outward thrust Copia made, your cum coating his entire cock and pelvis and the inside of your thighs, finding its way to the blankets below you.
Copia's hips slowed just marginally, but his fingers still remained on your clit and both feelings guided you through it. It was far more intense than any orgasm another man had ever given you, and you weren’t even aware that you could squirt, let alone this much. But the combination of his ministrations, his thrusts, his praise and simply him were enough to bring it out of you.
You truly felt like you were floating when you came back down, spaced out and barely coherent. You could hear Copia grunting as he continued to fuck into you, now using the hand from between your legs to grip your hip again, using how your flesh felt in his hands to get him closer and closer to his own edge.
The blend of this, the added arousal from watching and feeling you squirt and the way you throbbed in the afterglow of your orgasm sent him spiralling, warm strings of cum shooting from his cock deep inside you. He filled you with it, his own orgasm so intense that his grip on the headboard was the only thing keeping him from collapsing into you, totally spent.
The two of you stayed that way for a few moments, out of breath and lost in post-coital bliss until eventually, Copia moved from between your legs to dump his body next to yours, resting his head on the softness of your breast.
“I…I wanted that for so long,” he admitted, chuckling to himself and still out of breath. You couldn’t muster any words back just yet, simply giggling and letting him bask in the afterglow. “You’re so beautiful, t-ti amo, tesoro...”
“I love you too, Copia… Shit, y-you… you made me feel like… a queen,” you panted, smiling.
“Good. That’s exactly what you are,” he reminded you, turning onto his side fully now and looking down at you, resting on his elbow. “Mia regina... (my queen)...”
“Hmmm,” you hummed in affirmation, and he leaned down to kiss your lips again, softer than the last time he had.
Never had you felt more loved, more gorgeous, than you did with that man. You had been so self-conscious in the beginning, so terrified of what others would think of you.
But to him, you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet. And above all, you were his.
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Trent Reznor:
"he is everything. he is all that exists around us. he is the air which we breathe. he performed covered in mud at woodstock 94 and somehow made it work. he's largely responsible for arguably the most influential concept album of the 90s. he is beautiful and sweet and stunning. i want to study him under a microscope. i know closer is about sex as a self-destructive behavior but also have you seen how insanely gorgeous he looks in the music video? in the words of my friend, "he sings like he's in heat". he literally humps and destroys synths (in a variety of ways, including stripping the keys off with his boot) during performances. every single outfit he wears is extremely cunty. on multiple occasions guys have said that even though they're straight they would fuck him. finally, in the words of jude doyle: "to this day, looking at a photograph of trent reznor in the early '90s feels like looking into the sun""
"The live March Of The Pigs (1994) video makes me froth at the mouth I start biting and snapping my teeth and growling. I need to rewatch it five times a week at LEAST to stay sane. Trent Reznor is like if a trophy wife was a man. Also the way he WHISPERS INTO THE MIC AT THE END OF SUCK?????HHFSJBDNDNS???? THE ENTIRETY OF THE BROKEN EP????????? Cleanup on aisle my fucking pants. Is this too insane? Sorry"
"I’m a lesbian but that does not fucking mean anything when confronted with trent reznor"
"It's Trent, man. Even the literal devil wants him. He's just boypretty."
"This man deadass wrote a song with the lyric “My moral standing is lying down" in it"
Jonny Greenwood:
"Every art girl's (and boy's) wet dream"
"He wrote the tourist. That's all you need."
"Repeat from my Thom propaganda but he was a part of it so anyways. I had a dream once where I met him and Thom on the street and asked them to sign my Pablo Honey CD, so Thom pushed me into open traffic and I got hit by a car and died and Jonny laughed his ass off. 10/10, my last sight before death was his beautiful face laughing."
"I could probably snap him like a twig but I want to marry him and have 3 children with him before I do that"
"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose 1/5 of Radiohead. Choose 1/5 of In Rainbows. Choose the man who wrote weird fishes, both Greenwood sisters ,the man in South Park, his telecaster and the stickers on it. Choose the bug Jacqueline Kennedy, his love for literature and poetry, and his lovely lisp. Choose his sublime score for Phantom Thread and his husband Paul Thomas Anderson. Choose the weird amount of straight men who thirst over him in the YouTube comment section. Choose his jawbone. Choose the most pretentious, unpretentious member of the band. Choose his silky hair and his (probably) Dove shampoo. Choose his great knowledge of music theory and how he often disregards it. Choose Astroboy's biggest fanboy (minus maybe Thom. Choose a very hot Alex James who eloped with a fish. Choose Jonny Greenwood. Choose your future. Choose life… Involuntary Trainspotting reference but please vote Jonny over Wario. Oh, and( even though Jonny lives in Italy at the moment), I live in Oxford and if I meet him, I'll tell him that he won."
"He keeps chickens guys, CHICKENS"
"I'm a straight guy but no joke Jonny is hot tbh maybe it's cuz he looks like a chick but like damnnnn"
"He's so gorgeous....kinda like an ant 😍😍😍😍"
Mike Patton:
"Mike didn't consistently wear BDSM masks matched with boiler suits and lick Trevor Dunn on stage just to lose this bracket. Also, if you don't think he's hot in every which way, you clearly haven't seen this: https://youtu.be/gjEbHBafvm0 or this: https://youtu.be/i9_hCjcFNO0 or this: https://youtu.be/Kfq7wHJu21c"
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"Mike Patton collaborated with basically everyone who's anyone in music, and he speaks Italian too. He's great in a live show. And Mr. Bungle is unmatched and unparalleled, full stop."
"HEE HEE HOO HOO HA HA FUNNY WHITE MAN SCREAMS IN MY EAR AND BUSTS IT DOWN SEXUAL STYLE"
"I'm a lesbian but I find him insanely attractive which I think says a lot"
"whenever mike arches his back and screams a part of my soul leaves my body and is shattered by the soundwaves."
"all you need to do to love mike is watch this: https://youtu.be/0gq_Jn41iMM&t=1375 the fact that he blurts that out and then super casually goes into the song leaves me crying with rage and hormones every time I see it"
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hi! hope you’re doing well. This request are from Brazil (sorry for the writing errors. I feel very insecure writing in English). Your writing is so perfect, I should've admit it. Never stop writing 💜
I was wondering if I could request a nct dream reaction to their y/n out of nowhere start to singing (she did it pretty good) please? that’ll be all :)
honestly i was feeling down about my writing and this really made me feel better, thank you so much!! thank you for the req, i hope you are well 🤍
NCT Dream Reaction: S/O Who Can Sing
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mark:
the first time mark hears you singing, he is amazed! he would just stand there listening for a moment before he says anything! he would absolutely ask you to sing on his next song that he’s working on because “your voice would be perfect!” he would ask you to sing often after that cause he’s just so in love with you and hearing you sing calms his mind, especially after long days
renjun:
renjun would listen to you singing, and his face would look fairly neutral, but he would feel so proud. like you could be cleaning i.n your room or doing something random and he would just listen to your voice feeling more calm than ever. he would ask if the two of you can sing a duet together, and your voices would fit together so perfectly!
jeno:
wherever you are singing, jeno is simply watching you with literal heart shaped eyes. you never fail to amaze him, and when he finds out you can sing, he just stares at you as if there is nothing more beautiful in the world, and he truly believes that. when you’ve finished your song he would walk up and wrap you in a tight hug, praising you for how amazing you sound
haechan:
haechan would be shocked at first, and then he would join you, singing whatever song you’re singing. it would turn into a whole concert with just the two of you in a room, and no audience. he would (gently) tackle you in the biggest hug and tease you a little for not telling him you have such an amazing voice. asks you to sing him to sleep when he’s overwhelmed or had a rough day
jaemin:
jaemin has nothing but heart eyes when he hears you sing for the first time. its like time stops, and there is nothing in the world except the two of you. he would encourage you to continue if you get embarrassed (would be me) and after he would always slowly enter rooms in case you are singing so that he can hear you sing without disturbing you.
chenle:
this man is a menace, honestly he would absolutely love hearing you sing, but he would look at you the first time with a smug smirk, as he starts giving you pointers, as if you werent just enjoying your time dancing around the kitchen singing Fireworks by Katy Perry at the top of your lungs… in reality he would love this so much! he would adore hearing you sing, and would adore watching you sing at the top of your lungs even more!
jisung:
his jaw hits the floor…. he's so stunned and so in awe of you when he finds out you can sing, he's got a swarm of butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks are flushed… tells you you are better at singing than he is and that you should become an idol, he truly believes you have the most beautiful voice he’s ever heard, and he makes sure you know that!
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