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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Warnings: Slight language, smut, thigh riding, touching, NSFW, and fluff!

A/N: Brief blurb that is based on tonight’s mood! I love y’all! ❤️💘

You’d become accustomed to feeling bad as the start of the week approached. It meant less sleep, more time at work, no free hours for working on the house or catching up with your friends. And most importantly, it meant that seeing Eddie wouldn’t be as frequent as those Saturday mornings you spent with him, forgetting the entire world existed and only he remained with you. This week’s promise, however, overwhelms you and you leave that part out as you kiss your boyfriend goodnight and flip over, tugging the sheets until they rest over your cheek. The wind outside picks some fall leaves into its breeze, bringing them into slight whips against the window beside your shared bed.

With the lights off and the trailer quiet, you do nothing but stare at the Corroded Coffin logo in your sights, tears gathering over your sclera, ultimately blurring it. You’re disappointed with yourself, knowing you’ll be barely conscious during your shift tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep, but you can’t fathom it. Everything weighs you down into the bed, making you shift in discomfort, restless and agitated.

“Sweetheart, why are you still awake?” Eddie’s rasp is slightly slumbering, on the cusp of a full blown sleep. You’re brimmed with guilt, furthering it by attempting to lie.

“M’ fine, baby. Just go to sleep, okay?”

You berate yourself for the crack in your voice that Eddie immediately picks up on. He reaches to you and grips your side, pinching the fabric of your t-shirt between his fingers, and he tugs on you, rolling you onto your side and scooping you into his chest. Even through the darkness that’s blanketing the bedroom, you can still see his chocolate eyes wide with concern. He’s patient, calloused thumb brushing along your jawline. There’s simply silence for a few moments, a comfortable one that’s all you and Eddie.

“I’m overwhelmed. I don’t want to deal with this week. It’s shit already.” You give him.

“And you neglected to tell me this before you got yourself worked up, princess?”

“Eddie,” you sigh. “I’m not worked up (total lie), this is just me being frustrated.”

“So being completely ‘overwhelmed’ isn’t a big deal? I call total and utter bullshit.” His tone isn’t tense, just bordering on that stern fondness he carries when you fib to him—albeit—small.

“Eddie, please…” Fuck, you did not mean to let that sniffling whimper slip.

“Shit,” he’s more prone to finding your skin and touching you, bringing you impossibly closer as he speaks. “Baby, are you crying?”

He fumbles behind him for the bedside table lamp, switching it on. His curls are frizzy from his pillow, his chain the singular piece of jewelry he’s wearing to bed tonight, laying across his inked chest. The sheets pool around his boxer clad waist as he settles with his back to the headboard, doe eyed and reaching for you. “Come here, talk to me.”

You nearly climb into his lap, folding your body into his slender frame and letting your emotions run through your system. Eddie rubs your back through it, pressing kisses across the expanse of your head.

“Don’t wanna be away from you so much. I can’t fucking stand it.” You’re choking on the words, cheekbones raw with the salty moisture.

Eddie rears back a bit, wiping away your tears with a look of finality. He’s apparently formulating an idea, one that is fed off your body language. You’re unbelievably clingy, touching his tattoos, tracing their glossy lines with your fingertips, flicking his pick chain. Your breathing has begun to accelerate, both from the nerves and the need. Eddie finds your mouth and captures it with a sloppily executed kiss.

He digs his palms into the meat of your thighs, dragging you into a straddle over his hairy leg. Pushing you down into a sitting position on his thigh, he uses his leg muscles to give a slight roll. You whine and take his offered hands, fingers lacing together. “Eds.”

“I know, sweetheart. Take what you need tonight, yeah?”

Eddie isn’t surprised to find your panties have dampened when he presses his pointer finger into the fabric, dragging the seam across your cunt. “Look at you. So needy and perfect for me. Let’s get these out of the way so we can take care of you.”

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Your entire nightly ensemble ended up on the floor, Eddie’s hands using your tits as guiding leverage as he helped move your soaking wet pussy across his thigh. His skin is completely soaked in your shine, your clit sticky against him. He wants his mouth on you, his tongue in you. But for now, this is all about you. He whispers praises that caress the shell of your ear, making your nipples harden against his hands from the stimulation his hot breath brings.

“That’s my sweet and good girl. You like rubbing your little pussy all over my thigh? Making a real mess of me?”

You nod, edging closer to your orgasm, those tears finding you again—this time in the best of ways. Eddie beckons you, one hand filtering underneath your chin. “That’s it. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay. Don’t rush yourself. Take me nice and easy.”

He nudges your nose with his own, his free hand stroking your cheek, pressing your lips into his, breaking away seconds later for you to breathe through the tightening in your abdomen. “Eddie…” You’re warning him, shy, vulnerable, geared to go.

He nips at your earlobe and releases. “S’ okay, I want you to. Cum on me, sweetheart.”

Eddie dips his hand between your thighs, parting your labia and gliding his thumb pad alongside your clit, helping you. Whether it’s the vulnerability of tonight, or the position, you come harder than you have in a while, vision whiting out and legs closing around his thigh and hand. He works his wrist to help you ride out the wave, his other hand leaving your breast and cupping the back of your neck, pushing your forehead against his. He watches you as you watch him, spit-slick lips barely touching by the time you calm down, collapsing into your senses and into your partner. He’s extremely hard beneath you, automatically brushing off your advances to help him after you catch your breath.

“This wasn’t about me. I was taking care of you, you got that?” He taps your temple, smiling thay Eddie-soft grin.

“I love you.” You seek his plush mouth out once more, kissing each corner, leaving your worries behind and pouring out all of your affection.

Breaking away, Eddie pecks your nose. “Talk to me next time something—anything—is wrong. Or there will be lots of talking coming from me, and in the lecturing variety.”

“Eddie Munson, I could listen to you talk for hours.”

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 7 months

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“I just wanted it to be perfect.”

"What do you want to do for dinner tonight, babe?" Jack found you in the kitchen, hovering over a bunch of papers you had laid out over the island.

You were going over the final plans for Brooklyn's 4th birthday. You were pulling out all the stops for your baby girl, in hopes that it would make up for having to give all of your attention to the new baby in the house.

"There are some leftovers in there. We need to clean out the fridge before the caterers come anyway." Jack pulled out a box of pizza, taking a bite out of a cold slice.

"About the party", he asked with his mouth full, "my mom was wondering what time she should be here tomorrow." You chuckled, marking something off of your list. "She shouldn't be here tomorrow. The party is on Sunday."

"I thought the party was on the 16th?" Jack furrowed his brow at you, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"It is. Sunday, May 16th." Jack's face dropped, but you didn't notice, too focused on your plans.

"Babe, no. Tomorrow is the 16th, Saturday, May 16th."

You frantically pulled out your phone from your back pocket, checking your calendar. You immediately burst into tears when you realized that you'd had the date wrong this entire time.

"Oh my god, Jack! I've been telling everyone to be here on Sunday", you choked out between sobs, burying your face in the crook of your arm as you laid your head on the counter. Jack walked over to you, rubbing your back before he pulled you into his arms for a tight hug.

"Babe, its okay. You just made a mistake."

"No, its not okay! Brooklyn is going to hate me now." You were inconsolable, just imagining how heartbroken Brooklyn was going to be when you broke the news to her. She was so excited about the party, telling everyone who would listen that her mama was planning a party just for her.

"Hey, its okay." Jack tried soothing you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you leaned against him. "Brooklyn can never hate you, she loves you."

He just let you cry, getting out all of your frustrations, holding and cooing over you the entire time. When the tears finally stopped, he lifted your face to look at him, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. He took in your tired face, seeing just how much bringing a new baby into this world and planning this party was wearing on you.

"Baby, you're putting too much pressure on yourself. She's only four, she'd be happy with a bounce house in the back yard and a couple of hamburgers on the grill."

"I just wanted it to be perfect. I don't want her to think I'm forgetting about her, or love her any less just because she has a new sister."

"It will be perfect, because we're all going to be together, not because we spent a bunch of money on it, okay? "

"Okay, thank you for talking me off the ledge." You let out a shaky breath, leaning against Jack's chest as he drew calming circles on your arms.

"Always."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic

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smut-angel · 2 years

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how do you want it?

summary: in which frank returns home from a mission

18+ only

warnings: f/m sex, cursing, mention of a break-in, rough sex, unprotected sex, thigh riding, slight mutual masturbation, slight breeding kink, slight cockwarming

a/n: this is a request submitted by @9daykrisr hope you enjoy! (also this is my first real official smut post so pls be nice i know it’s not great lol) reblogs are appreciated :)

tags: @honeychicana

frank knew he shouldn’t have left that night. the unsettling feeling he got in the pit of his stomach had told him so. having done being the punisher for almost 2 years now, he was able to curb his cravings for researching enemies and fleeing in the middle of the night to halt some criminal rendezvous. now, he was happy with you, in the cabin in the woods, away from the city and its harsh lights, loud noise and non-stop crime. but like a moth to a flame, frank was back in the streets of new york city with a job to finish.

“it’s only for the weekend,” he told you, cupping your cheeks in his large calloused hands. your plush lips went into a pout which made frank slightly flush with pink. “it’s only friday, i’ll be back before you can blink, sweetheart.”

“you don’t have to go, frank.” your once soft eyes turned serious, making frank blink in thought.

“this case is important. they don’t have anyone else,” was all he managed to say, hardly convincing you or himself. your eyes rolled at the cryptic “they” frank had spoke of since the day he officially told you that he was the punisher all along. you didn’t ask questions though, never. only followed the directions he would explain carefully that would keep you alive. but that’s what you liked about your new life with frank. no more late nights waiting for him to stumble through your apartment door, bloodied, in an exhausted haze. no more bandaging his flesh-deep wounds and treating his scars. no more ferocious nightmares of his past that would haunt him at night. no more anxious phone calls asking if the other was alive or not. now, life was calm, slow, perfect.

“hey,” he called, squeezing your cheeks gently, then freeing them. “i’ll be back, and after this, no more punisher. i promise.”

by late saturday night, the job was done. frank slowly entered the tiny apartment that was provided for him, peeling off his bloody shirt that had slightly soaked through and stained his skin. soon enough, his burner phone would begin to ring in his pocket, inciting a sigh from his mouth. the display of the dated phone read a number he didn’t think he’d see ever again, your number to your own burner phone.

“don’t ever call me when i’m away, it's too dangerous. if you absolutely need me, call me from this phone, alright?” he had told you 3 years ago.

“hello? baby? what’s wrong?”

“hi, frankie,” you cooed, yet your voice cracked slightly.

“y/n, what’s going on?”

“please don’t panic, frankie,” you stated, in your best attempt to sound calm, yet it seemed your voice was worn out as if you had been crying for hours. “there was a break-in. someone trying to rob the place-” you began to explain.

“where are you now? are you safe? when was this?” you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, frustrated with frank’s interrogation.

“frankie, please calm down. it happened last night. the police helped and they found the guy- just some idiot. the neighbors have been checking on me… i’m not hurt or anything, i just- i needed to hear your voice. i know i’m not supposed to call you when you're away, but you haven’t been gone for so long and i got scared… i want you to come home.” as your rambles went on, your voice, which you had forced to sound resilient, began to grow smaller, almost inaudible. frank was silent over the other end which worried you.

“i know you’re coming home tomorrow morning but.. is there not a sooner flight you can take?” you began again.

“i’m on my way right now, darlin.’ you hang tight.”

you had hardly slept as you awaited your husband’s arrival. you awoke from a not-so deep sleep at the slightest sound of a vehicle driving along the road from afar. as the car drew near, the anxiety you felt soon turned into comfort as the familiar hum of frank’s truck sounded. you checked the time displayed on the wall: 5:34am.

soon, frank was barging through the door, greeted by you in your silk tank top and shorts and wrapped in a thick blanket on the couch, knees to your chest. frank nearly ran to you, cupping your face and bringing your lips to his own. soon, he was kneeling on the floor in front of you, refusing to break the kiss as his tongue softly teases your bottom lip. you immediately open your mouth, frank’s tongue slipping inside making you both groan in pleasure.

“i’ve missed you… so … much,” you say in between kisses. your lips form into a smile and you let out a small laugh as frank can’t keep his mouth to himself.

“are you okay?” he asks, scanning your body and face. you couldn’t help but to let your hands roam frank’s body, from his curly hair, to his coarse beard to his tense yet strong shoulders. you missed the way he smelled, the way his skin felt on her fingertips, the way his voice would echo in a room.

“i’m fine, frank. i don’t wanna talk about it, i just want you,” you say slowly, your eyes boring into his with such lust that frank has never seen before, making his eyebrows twitch with intrigue. frank leaves another chaste kiss on your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. the blanket falls beyond your shoulders, making your skin prick with goosebumps at the cool air, making you even more sensitive.

“you want me?” he teases while his fingertips softly trails your waist leading shivers down your spine. you could nearly moan at the nearly vacant caresses frank leaves across your now tingling body. you clench your thighs at the warm wetness that begins to grow between them.

“i want you so badly, frank,” you whisper. chuckling at the desperation in your voice, frank moves on top of you, your back on the couch, his chain necklace dangling in your face. like second nature, your hips buck upwards to try and catch any sort of friction on your now throbbing clit.

“so desperate for me, huh?” frank asks, noticing the way your body squirmed. he pushes his knee closer to your center, gripping your hair the way he knows you like it. your back arches in an instant as you begin to grind yourself on his leg. “go ahead, make yourself cum. show me how much you want me, kitten” he demands.

you gladly follow his directions, humping his muscled thigh like a bitch in heat. your mind seems to leave you in this state. so overwhelmed with the break-in and your longing for frank’s return formed into a ravenous lust that was new to you. at night when you were thinking about his warm body holding yours, it soon turned into the thought of him fucking you relentlessly.

with throaty moans leaving your mouth, you feel that your high is closer than ever, and frank can sense it too. “please, frank!” thighs twitching, frank coaxes your orgasm even more by pinching your erect, sensitive nipples through the thin satin fabric. “so close already? we’ve hardly started,” he mocks.

“c’mon baby, give it to me.” with another tug of your hair you unravel before him, your pajama shorts now sticky with your own cum. you rush to pull them off, not wanting to wait any longer for frank to actually touch you this time.

“frank, i want you. i want you inside me, please,” you beg, beginning to stroke your own clit as you crave another orgasm. normally you loved the teasing and waiting game of foreplay, but you were on the verge of a tantrum if you had to wait another second without his cock inside of you.

“how?” frank asked. the question almost brings you out of your bliss.

“what?”

“how? tell me how you want it, kitten.” frank starts to undress himself, swiftly taking off his shirt and pulling down his jeans to stroke himself while watching you rub your swollen clit. he adored seeing you so delirious from him barely touching you. just imagining how cock-drunk you were about to be made his dick twitch.

“i-i want it rough, frankie,” you finally manage to say, your own fingertips circling your entrance as if to hypnotize him. without hesitation, frank grabs your hips and pulls your naked pussy towards him, harshly slapping his cock on your bud.

a pornographic moan escapes you and you’re nearly sobbing at the emptiness he’s teasing you with. before you could beg for his cock once more, he delivers, ramming himself inside of you. your eyes roll back in bliss as frank pounds into you with no remorse. the burning sensation of his fingers digging into the skin on your hips drives you wild as the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot with every stroke. the familiar twinge of an orgasm begins to stir in your abdomen far too quickly.

your walls start to constrict and trap his cock making frank groan at the feeling. “milking me so good, baby. you’re close aren't ‘cha?” to your dismay, frank pulls out, his heavy cock glistening in your juices.

“why-”

“shut up. turn over,” he growls. you comply, now on your stomach. he grabs your hips again, hiking your ass in the air, pressing your face to the couch. he's inside of you again, trying his hardest to not bottom out as your moans grow louder and words become even more slurred and incoherent. he loves fucking you dumb.

squelching noises fill the room mixed with the sounds of skin slapping skin. the living room air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex. it’s filthy, but you can’t get enough of it.

you reach for frank in order to get some sort of leverage but instead he grabs your arm and pins it to the small of your back. the slight sting of pain you feel in your arm makes your pussy even more wet. “don’t fuckin’ move,” he demands. “take it.” frank grips and spanks your ass with his free hand, loving the way your soft skin feels and the way it bounces against his hips.

“fuck me! yes!” you squeal. tears threaten your eyes at the overwhelming pressure from frank’s thick cock. “frankie, i’m so fucking close!” hearing you scream for him makes his strokes become sloppy as frank is closing in on his own climax.

“fuck, princess!”

“cum inside me… wanna feel you cum inside me,” you drool. this was all frank needed to hear to finally send him over the edge. his cock stuttered inside of you, perfectly hitting your g-spot again. your vision turns black, splotches of color unevenly appearing as your orgasm takes over your mind and body. the warmth from your core spreads throughout your body making you feel as though you’re about to burst. gripping the couch with the last of your strength you whimper frank’s name along with profanities over and over, legs twitching and close to giving out.

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” frank grunts before coating your plush walls with his seed. he begins to ride out the orgasm you both shared, mumbling incoherent praises about how wet and soft your pussy is.

finally, frank pulls you backwards, forcing you to be seated on his lap while he’s still deep inside of your walls. in this position he grabs your neck, trailing wet kisses from your shoulder to your chin. you’re still a moaning and drooling mess, though both of your releases had subsided, being seated on his cock and filled to the brim with his cum made you needy all over again.

“baby’s still so needy f’me, huh?” frank comments. “gone for two days and you’re melting for me.”

“never leave me again,” you moan. “never leave.”

#frank castle smut #frank castle #frank castle x reader #jon bernthal smut #jon bernthal #the punisher #the punisher smut #jon bernthal x reader #frank castle x you

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yoonzinuhh · 9 months

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the sunshine kiss — seokmin

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : reader x seokmin

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : pure fluff

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing much. just few curse words and obviously a kiss.

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i was suppose to post this on saturday but man MELTED writing this and couldn’t wait at all ! hope you guys enjoy this.

“i’m going to murder you” you sigh out on phone to your best friend,aira.

“trust me,i will make up ! ice cream ? lunch at your favourite cafe ? BABE WHATEVER YOU NEED” she practically screams in panic from the other side.

“i’m never helping you with mingyu again” you cry out cutting the call and texting with a “i’ll talk later everyone’s already here”

here you are,standing in a wide ass amusement park as a part of your college fun trip,without your bestfriend. your eyes wanders seeing everyone pair up as two. sighing you already had thoughts of leaving this place,if it was as easy.

you weren’t friendless,to be honest you were pretty popular. being the top student that wear hoodie every single day,too tired but helping classmates with their works. but you were just little too reserved and only spent time with your best friend,who’s very much unlike you. loud,happy,socialising,oh dear EVERYTHING you were’t. you often wonder how she even stays with you but thanks to her else you might’ve been rotting in the last bench on your classroom all day.

“you have none to pair up with” a little loud voice peeps beside you. you turn up seeing seokmin,the class sunshine. he was pretty much like aira but more brighter. you always wonder how someone could be as energetic at 8am in the morning,greeting literally everyone in the hall way. all eyes on him and he was pretty handsome too,with a good personality. its like he’s the other polar side of you. no wonder everyone loves talking to him.

“uh yeah..” you whisper out. you both aren’t friends,or enemies. just two people from the same class that exchange notes for group activities. nothing more,nothing less.

“do you want me to pair up with you ? i don’t have anyone either” you know it’s a lie. literally any girl or even guys from your class would throw themselves onto him.

pointing your finger to yourself,with eyebrows little raised “me?” you mouthed little confused.

“yeah..if you’re comfortable though.”

you simple nod walking with him to the ride. he talks,talks and talks. you were practically tired on his behalf of how much he talks. you don’t really complain. enjoying few small rides with his wide smile like a little child,oh love.

grabbing your hands he runs towards the roller coaster,your cheeks getting warmer,you aren’t sure if its because of the summer or him.

seated on the ride he raises his eyebrows “if you’re scared then just hold my hand. i don’t mind”

you chuckle as a response “sure sure”

oh how the tables have turned. he screams like no tomorrow,making your ears ring,his head leaning onto your shoulder,hands tightly gripping you while the ride goes fast. you smile to yourself seeing him scream like a child over a mere roller coaster ride.

as you both get away from the ride. “are you okay? seems like we switched positions” you giggle.

he was embarrassed but slid it with a “i was trying to give you a company you know..so you won’t be embarrassed to be scared” he says scratching his back neck.

you both slide into the photobook arena. trying on silly headbands,seokmin making you laugh little more with his silly jokes. he helps you wear one of those bands that you were struggling with,his eyes focused on your forehead,hands on your cheeks. you were technically burning over how close he was. you were sinking in him.

“PERFECT” he shouts enough for you to snap back. giggling and taking pictures “i’m going to treasure these” he simple blurts. oh.

it was almost 6pm. you were tired from all the rides unlike the man beside you,running around,trying things. it doesn’t annoy you,you makes you happier to be honest.

“seokmin…i’m so tired” you say resting your hands on your knees while you both sit on a bench. he takes his hand,putting your head on his shoulder’s side. “rest up. one last ride on the giant wheel then we leave miss ma’am”

you’re so amused on how calm he was while stirring up butterflies in your stomach. casually staying close,calling you pretty when your hair is stuck up with all the rides,fixing it,now making you rest on his shoulder. oh he has no idea. or maybe he does. or maybe because he’s so in love with y/n from his literature class for the past 2 years. or because his best friend literally forced him to make a move before he loses you. he’s as or even more whipped.

you both sit down on the seat on the giant wheel. it slowly starts moving up. eyes peeking out,seeing the lights of the park and the city. you smile so wide. maybe this time you were the child. “so pretty..” you almost whisper.

“right..so pretty..” he agrees. he knows he isn’t talking about the sky view,but the view infront of him.

you pull out your phone to take a picture of the lights,the pretty moon. moving your eyes to seokmin who was already staring at you and suddenly looking away. you were scared,scared that you would fall more. no way someone like him could ever fall for you. the sun would never peek up at the night darkness,will it ?

“can you click a picture of me”” he simply says. you nod while pointing your camera on him.

seeing him through your lens. he was too pretty under the moon light. brown hair falling little above his eyes,his perfectly angled with protractor god know how many degree nose,his eyes forming a crescent while he poses. you were gone.

“a-are these fine?” showing your phone,your head bumps when you both bend a little.

“ow- im sorry”

he chuckles staring into your eyes.

“y/n” you look up

“c-can i..can i kiss you?”

oh fuck. your eyebrows perk up,throat getting dry,you swear the whole town could hear your heart thumping so loud. you stare.

“i’m sorry if i made you u-uncomfortable” you see this man,with confidence plastered around his face stammering.

“n-no no” you almost shout’ “i mean no you aren’t making me uncomfortable and oh my- yes..you can kiss me” you look down at your feet,so nervous.

he slowly takes your chin on his hand,staring at you like you’re his whole world,getting closer. your noses bump.

he panickingly chuckles “sorry this is my first time”

you smile “its okay..mine too”

as he connects his soft lips on yours. it was very tender,like the clouds above your head. you start moving your lips and you realise all those books weren’t joking about how good kissing feels. he caresses your cheek while your hands rest on his knees. pulling out to breath he chuckles a “wow..” and kisses you once again,more softer,more lighter and ends it with a peck.

“t-that was so amazing” he breathes out.

you nod shyly avoiding all the ways to make an eye contact. you were a blushing mess and you know he could see that.

“i think i like you” you blurt and immediately putting your hands over your mouth after realising what you just said.

“you’re joking” he says.

you’re dead you think to yourself. maybe he kissed for the moment,just because of nothing. maybe he doesn’t like you back. maybe he thinks you’re weird for liking someone over a kiss. oh GOD.

“you think i spent practising every single day for two years on how to ask you out just for you to say you like me in a split second ? so unfair !”

you stared in disbelief “two years ?!”

“uh yeah..” he shyly said.

you sighed,laughed,relieved.

“so..we’re a thing now..?”

you giggle at him,how red his ears are.

“i think?”

the ride ends,he helping you get out of the seat and hugging a small hug as you get into your bus. maybe you have to thank your bestfriend for falling sick this time. maybe the sun does peek out during the night sky,for the morning.

#seventeen #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt fanfic #dk #svt dk #svt dk x reader #dk x y/n #dk x reader #svt seokmin #seokmin x reader #seokmin imagines #dokyeom #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom fluff #dk fluff #seokmin fluff

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g-on-ef · 5 months

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THe heART was BuILd to BrEak

Summary: Brandon King the only male omega among a family of alphas because of his status his older twin brother Landon King is overprotective and controls everything he does

Nikolai Sokolov a true blood alpha and heir to the Russian Mafia Nikolai is dangerous murderous everything Brandon was taught to stay away from

And yet when Nikolai catch a small glimpse of the omega he becomes obsessed with him and will do anything to have him by his side including kidnapping...

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A/N: okay so I know I said I was gonna update this on Friday ie tomorrow but I couldn't wait so here is my nikobran fic and I hope you guys like it ^^

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Chapter 1: ThE oMEga PRINCE

In a family of alphas Brandon shouldn't be surprised to have an overprotective grandfather, father, uncle, brother and cousins and yet being locked in his room on a Saturday night for the fifth time in a room continues to surprise him.

Being born in a family of Alphas can have its perks being the only male omega in a family full of alphas not so much.

Especially when that family was the King Family.

A family full of powerful individuals who rule England with an iron fist a family that is ruthless and will do anything to stay on top.

Whether it's murder, kidnapping, extortion, there was nothing the King Family would do to stay on top.

They will also make sure to get rid of anyone that threaten their family especially their only male omega family member.

Locking him away so he wouldn't go to a party Ava Nash invited him to was a sure to keep him from interacting with alphas that wanted to get in his pants.

Brandon groan as he laid on his bed and stared at his ceiling.

When Ava invited him to a party he was excited to go he never been to one {seriously he's 23 and he has yet to be at a party} and knowing he was going made him feel giddy inside unfortunately Landon caught wiff of it and found out that the party was being held at some mansion that was own by some alphas known as the Heathens Landon not only put a stop to it but almost torn Ava a new one.

If it wasn't for Eli {Ava's mate} stopping him Landon would have done some serious damage to Ava's self esteem and no one needed to see her cry and get drunk off her ass because she couldn't handle being called out on her bullshit.

Brandon hated this, he hated that the only reason Landon was overprotective was because he saw Brandon as something that was weak and fragile.

At first Brandon thought Landon only saw him as spare parts something he could easily dispose of but than...Landon showed his true colors, showed Brandon that Landon genuinely loved the omega and refused to let anyone hurt him...their parents included.

It's why he tried to not get to angry with him whenever he used his alpha command on him {which he hated} and tried to see his point of view.

A small ping caught his attention.

Brandon grabbed his phone and saw he had a message...from Jayden.

The omega blushed a little ever since they were little Brandon has had a crush on Jayden Adler the alpha was like a prince and treated Brandon as an equal.

Okay maybe not but he treated him better than Landon did.

Jayden 💖: Hey :)

Brandon smiled as he typed back

Brandon: Hi :)

Jayden 💖: what are you doing?

Brandon: stuck at home -_-

Jayden 💖: that sucks :/ wanna hang out?

Brandon stared at the message, Jayden was inviting him to hang out?

It's been a while since he went out and his family {including Landon} trusted Jayden so it wouldn't be a problem.

Smiling Brandon texted him back,

Branon: yes I'd love to ^^

Jayden 💖: awesome ! Pick you up in 10

Brandon squealed as he got off his bed and began to get ready maybe his Saturday wasn't ruined and he would get to spend it outside his home but he gets to spend it with Jayden. Nothing could ruin this day.

Little did Brandon know he shouldve stayed home he should have rejected Jaydens invitation maybe if he did he wouldn't have capture the attention of a monster...one that will gladly do anything to keep him by his side...

A/N: well love it hate it tell me what you guys think ^^

#nikobran #the heart was built to break #nikolai sokolov #brandon king #nikolai x brandon #brandon x nikolai #fanfic #my writing

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grogusmum · 4 months

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Hi my sweet friend Hazel:

It’s been a rough week, and I wondered if for your Slumber Party Saturday, you could write me a little “He .oves me so he’s gonna hold me while I cry and make me feel better ficlet with the Pedro man of your choice?

(but NOT Max Lord.)

I hope you know how much you’re loved!

Quica! I'm sorry this is coming to you in the morning, I was getting sleepy, and I wanted to give it the attention it deserved (so many typos in some of last night's answers 😬)

Okay, I am thinking this is a job for Frankie.

Every Day's A New Day

FRANKIE MORALES x READER

What a week. Nothing was going right, and you were at the end of your tether as you drove home Friday after work, so glad to be done. You turned into the drive, gravel crunching under your wheels, but Frankie's ancient truck wasn't in its spot. You checked your phone for messages, saying he'd be late, to find nothing. With a hitched sigh, you wearily hauled yourself out of the car and made your way up the walk.

"Hello?" You called somewhat flatly to house at large. Raffi came running tail wagging, and you gave a watery smile. "Hey boy."

You leaned over and gave the little dog's large ears a scratch as you plunked your bag on the bench and kicked off your shoes.

You made your way to the kitchen and Raffi followed behind, but not with the intensity of a dog looking for his evening meal after everyone has been away - just then the door from the garage opened and Frankie walked in wiping his hands with a shop cloth, a smile breaks warm and wide.

"You are home!"

"Yeah, the truck needs some babying," Frankie tucks the cloth in his back pocket, then his face falls as your eyes well with is a weeks worth of unshed tears, " oh hey, it looks like you need some too!"

Frankie opens his arms, and you tuck yourself as tightly to him as you can. Then his arms, strong and sure envelop you.

"Shhhh," he murmurs, "quireda, I've got you."

Your tears come, finally, freeingly, in the safety of Frankie's embrace. And he just holds you as you cry, kissing your hair and murmuring sweet words, rocking you gently, as he hums a song you can't quite make out yet...

"...love you more today than yesterday, but, darling, not as much as tomorrow..."

You give a small smile and give Frankie a kiss, humming with him.

"Do you want to talk about it," he says after you give a shuttering breath.

"Yeah, but not yet."

"Okay, let's go and get you on the couch."

"I don't want you to let go," you muffled voice comes from his shoulder.

"Oh no, I'm not letting go. You're going to sit right down on my lap."

Frankie leads you into the airy living room and plunks down on the couch arms, never leaving you. You give a little laugh as you both go down. Your legs across his lap, your side tucked into his broad chest.

Frankie's arms tighten, and his mouth roves gently over your neck.

"So, how can we turn this week around?"

🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟🧢🐟

I hope this brings a smile to your face, and you have a better day today than yesterday, and even better one tomorrow 💚

Song: More Than Yesterday by Spiral Starecase

#slumber party saturday #q³ in my inbox #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #comfort ficlet

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waitupimalittleslow183 · 7 months

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It’s Saturday, October 14th, 2023 at 10:31AM, and I have spots on my face before homecoming

I was awake until 11:45 last night talking to my best friend’s ex boyfriend

Not like that

He’s mad at her for the way she’s acting after the breakup, she didn’t do it right

And I know I should be on her side

But he’s right

And I hate to know it

He’s right and is mad at me for being on her side

I’m not

I’m not on her side is what I told him but that’s not right either

I am. But I’m not

I know and love her as a person but I am not on her side

I don’t say this

I tell him that I want what’s best for her and I know she’s not a bad person

He tells me to stop trying and let her mess up her own life

I don’t know what to say

I’m done

I’m not on her side in the breakup

But I’m on her side in our friendship

But is there a side?

Its not me versus her

Its her versus herself

And I don’t know what to say to her boyfriend because he thought I was hiding things

I told him the time lines up

His brother texts me, we shouldn’t let her go to the next time we see eachother

We shouldn’t ?

But I’ve been planning this for months

Since she hasn’t been planning much lately

How can I tell her she can’t go

Because the people invited after her don’t want her to

I think I’m crying

She’s grounded and may not go anyways

But I know she’s going to try her hardest to come because she wants to see me

I tell two of my friends, the ones who’ve been talking to me about it

I say I’m done, no more arguments about the ex couple

I’m not going to the hang out and I’m sorry

One tells me I should stop talking to her

I know he’s overreacting but it makes me upset

The other tells me she needs a reality check

It’s true

The water is off In my house right now

But she’s coming over tomorrow

I’m gonna be honest with her and it’s gonna make us cry

I stayed up talking to my best friend’s ex boyfriend last night

Not like that

He’s mad at her and wants me to stop trying

But I’ll talk to her tomorrow

Right now it’s 10:39 on Saturday, October 14th

And I have spots on my face before homecoming

#Irl #rant #Friends #Does this count as poetry?#Idk #Poetry

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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Abogada (Ona Batlle x Reader)

For everyone wanting Ona, this one was based off this prompt “Its okay to cry, you know” but it took a life of its own. Easily the longest thing I have written yet.

You were known as the Ice Queen to your peers. You knew it was a persona you adopted in order to ensure you were taken seriously as a women in a mans world. It sucked though, to keep up that persona also affected your personal life. Moving to Manchester for work and where you had no friends or family was hard enough.

You spent most days at the office putting in work to ensure you were the best attorney in your firm. Working weekends and late night was hard, but you kept telling your self it would be worth it in the end. The satisfaction of being the only female partner at the firm would be enough to make the life you're living worth it.

It was a lonely existence but you figured you were destined to be alone and embraced it. You grew up in a wild house hold with 4 older brothers, and then when they started having kids you became the favourite aunt. You visited home less often than you liked, but you kept up with your family regularly. It made your nights at home less lonely.

The one bright spot of your days was when you would be coming back from an early morning run along the river, you would always run into your cute neighbour on her way out for her run. The first few times you’d run into her she’d always give you a bright smile and a wave. She had so much energy for 6am but it always brightened your mornings.

It took you weeks to work up the courage to have an actual conversation with her. You may be able to be the Ice Queen at work, but when it came to a cute girl you were always a blubbering mess. When you finally managed to speak to her in the mornings you would learn little things about her every day.

The first day you learnt she was from Spain and was here to play Football. You never even got her name till the fourth morning of small talk. You couldn’t believe how not cool you were. You also learned that she lived right next door to you, but your schedules were so different you never saw her other than in the mornings.

The first time you saw her outside of your morning runs she was heading out on the town and you were just coming home from a long tiring day at the office. You had walked into the lobby and stopped dead in your tracks. You knew she saw you staring but you couldn’t help it, she was gorgeous in a little black dress with her hair down and flowing.

“Y/N! Hola, cómo estás?” she asked you as she approached you, or the exit door you weren’t sure a women who looks like that was actually talking to you.

“Hi Ona, Long day, looking forward to a beer and my pjs” you tell her with a blush on your cheeks.

She shakes her head and says “You could come out with me and my friends?”

At this you shake your head “thanks for the offer, but I have to be at the office early again tomorrow”

“Saturdays, shouldn’t be for work Y/N” she tells you with a small smile, “anyway my friends are here, I should go. Hope your evening is better than the day” she tells you as she runs off to the waiting car.

You shake your head at how adorable she was. You know you have the biggest crush on her but it was never going to go anywhere as she was way out of your league.

Little did you know when Ona got into the waiting cab she was interrogated by her friends

“who was the smoking hot boss babe in that suit?” asks Ivana.

Ona blushes and responds “My neighbour”

“Wait you mean the neighbour you have been flirting with for months?” asks Lucy with a shake of her head “who knew she was such a babe! You never told us she was smoking hot”

Ona blushes deeper at this but before she can respond Ivana jumps in and says “have you seriously not asked her out yet?”

“she’s shy, it's like she’s always second guessing her self. I think she almost combusted when she saw me in this dress, I need to give her some time before asking her out” Ona tells them with a blush. She hasn’t been able to get the thought of you in that power suit out of her head. She knew you were fit and gorgeous in your running gear, but seeing you in a suit made Ona even more into you.

“Im working on it okay” she tells her friends with an air of finality.

***

You spend the next few weeks in the same routines, only saying hi to Ona in the mornings. You did notice her strike up more conversations in the mornings but sometimes before coffee you just aren’t very receptive to her flirting.

Its a Sunday afternoon, you had left work early and stopped at the market on your way home. You are carrying a few bags of fresh fruit and veggies making your walk home when you feel someone fall into step beside you. You look over and notice Ona in her Man United tracksuit walking beside you.

“Hola Y/N, let me help you” she says as she grabs a couple bags off your hands.

You blush but say “thanks, where are you coming from?”

“Just got back from and away game in London” she tells you as you both continue to walk back to your building. “I saw you walking and thought we could walk back together”

You look over at her and ask “How did the game go?”

She smiles at this and says “We won! We finally beat Arsenal 2-1” you can tell she’s excited as she’s practically vibrating.

“Congratulations” you tell her, at this point you both have reached your building. She steps forwards and makes a show of opening the door for you. You blush at this and quietly say “thank you”

“Were you at work today?” she asks you as you wait for the elevator.

You look over at her and tell her “Yes”

She shakes her head and says “Do you ever take a break?”

You start to feel your defences go up as you know she wouldn’t understand, before you can say anything the elevator doors open and you both step in.

“You know, I think this look on you is my favourite, the casual dressed down on a Sunday look” she tells you as the elevator doors open and she steps off towards your doors.

You blush at the compliment and walk up to your door, you unlock it and realise she’s still standing at your door. She looks at you with a smirk and a raise of her eyebrow when you remember she’s carrying some of your bags.

“Im sorry, thank you for the help” you say as you reach for the bags.

She steps towards you and presses a kiss to your reddened cheeks and says “Anytime, by the way my team looks good on you” as she touches the brim of your ball cap and spins towards her door.

You stand there remembering you had bought a United hat when you moved here and tended to wear it out. You just blush and can feel your cheek tingling where she kissed it.

***

Over the course of the next few weeks, Ona turns the flirting up a notch and you are left a blushing mess after many of your interactions. You started to feel lighter during the days too, it was like she was causing some of your iciness to thaw.

It was during one of those days where things went south for you. You had started the day in great mood, Ona was waiting for you when you rounded the corner from your run, but instead of being in running gear she was in her warm ups with 2 coffee cups in her hands. She told you she had to go an early morning session but she wanted to bring you a coffee first.

She was adorable, and you left that interaction with a spring in your step and a tingling cheek as she kissed your cheek when she left. You walked into the office in a good mood when you were called into a meeting with your peers.

You hoped this was the chance you have been waiting for. There was a Partner position open and you really hoped your hard work paid off for it.

It didn’t. You were devastated, the partner spot was given to one of the other partners nephews who barley had any experience and never put in any extra hours. You felt defeated but you wanted to know why, you demanded a meeting with your boss.

You were in his office, where you were supposed that he was there and the managing partner who handled all the hires and promotions, but also all the firings. You knew this wasn’t a good thing.

“Y/N, we know you think you're ready for the partnership but we do not think you are.” Your boss tells you.

You are floored at this and ask “how am I not ready? I put in the most hours, and have the highest winning percentage of all your attorneys?”

He takes a minute and respond “We just don’t think you are management material.”

You know exactly where this is going, you channel your inner ice queen and respond “No its because Im a women, isn’t it?”

“No we have nothing against women at this company” he tells you.

“Oh you value all the women you have as secretaries. Or is it because Im gay and won’t sleep with you I won’t make it as a partner at this company” you ask them.

You can tell you’ve pissed him off “I don’t know where you get off saying that but you need to understand that you will never be better than the men at this company”

You stand at that and say “No, you will never have the same winning percentage you have now, because you will never find another LAWYER as good as me” you emphasise the lawyer part. “We are all lawyers, here we are not our genders. On that note, if you cant tell I quit. Also you will be hearing from my lawyers for the compensation from the sexist and homophobic atmosphere in this office” you turn and walk out his office slamming the door behind you.

You stop briefly at your desk and grab your few personal belongings, since they didn’t approve of families you had no pictures or knickknacks here. You grab your stuff and head out back to your apartment.

You get there and go to grab your keys only to realise you don’t have them. You cant remember if you brought them this morning, or if you left them on your desk. Either way you text your landlord to see where he is and he’s a few hours away before he can let you in. You slide down on to the floor leaning on your door, and place the box with your stuff beside you. You let her head hang between your knees and think about what you just did.

***

Its about an hour later you think as you lost track of time, when you hear footsteps coming down the hallway. You don’t bother to look up as you're not sure you can face anyone right now. You hear a bag drop then feel a body settle beside you. You can tell immediately its Ona, her smell being so uniquely her.

You both sit there in silence for a few minutes when you finally say “I locked myself out”

She chuckles and says “I figured, but I also thought you just wanted to hang out in the hallway”

You slightly laugh but it turns into a small sob, you suck the sob back not wanting her to see you cry.

“Hey hey, Its okay to cry you know” she says as she scoots towards you and places her hand on your back.

Its at feeling her comfort that you break down, you feel the tears running down your cheeks, and you turn and lay your head on her shoulder for comfort.

She spends the next while rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

When you finally calm down you remain in the same position not able to meet her eyes. She reaches over with her other hand and grabs yours and squeezes and says “Come on, let's go into my place, it’ll be more comfortable than the floor. And I have wine” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

You crack a smile at her silliness but allow her to pull you to your feet, she grabs your box of things, and her bag and leads you into her apartment. You follow her numbly as you don’t know how you ended up here today.

She forces you to sit on her couch, she then pours you a glass of wine and places it on the coffee table in front of you. She settles on the couch beside you, close enough to touch but not too close to you, you hate the space after the comfort of he hug.

You look over at her and go to start talking.

She reaches over places her hand on your arm and shakes her head “You don’t have to tell me, we can sit here and watch a movie, or I can tell you stories to distract you.”

You look into her eyes and decide you want to open up to her. “I quit my job today”

She grabs both your hands at this and squeezes and says “I’m sorry”

You shake your head and respond “It was the best thing for me. They didn’t appreciate me, they also were sexist and homophobic. Why did I ever think that I could change the way the men think about women by working more and harder than them”

She looks over at you and says “Well then Im proud of you for standing up to them”

“I should have done it along time ago” you tell her with a shake of your head.

“Hey, there’s no point in dwelling in the past, we all have regrets. Why worry about what we could or should have done. We have where we are right now and the future to change those” she tells you honestly.

You stare at her as she says this and you say “I don’t want to have another regret today, so I am going to be brave and tell you something I should have a long time ago.”

She looks at you confused but nods her head letting you continue.

You place your hand on her cheek, and guide her head towards you. You place a kiss on her cheek and pull back slightly and say “every time you kiss my cheek you leave it tingling, and I wanted to know if you felt it to”

She places her hand on your cheek that she always kisses and caresses it softly as she says “That’s why I kept kissing it, I could feel the tingles too”

At this you pull her towards you and press your lips to hers. She responds eagerly and deepens the kiss immediately. You can now feel the tingles all over your body.

After a few moments you both pull back, she places her hand on the back of your neck and places her forehead on yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile” she tells you with a blush.

“Me too, but Im glad it waited till I got out of that toxic environment. Im not sure I would have given in to you before then” you tell her honestly.

She looks deep into your eyes and says “Im glad you waited then, but let's not wait that long again.” as she pulls you into another deep kiss.

Your phone ringing breaks the kiss, and you see your landlord calling. You pick up and he’s here with the key to open your door. You meet him and get that settled, thanking god that your keys are on your counter and you don’t have to go back to the office for them.

You poke your head back in Ona’s apartment when you're done to grab your stuff. You notice her packing up a travel bag. You walk up and ask “did I freak you out so much you are running away already?”

She turns and smiles and says “no hermosa, Im off to Spain early tomorrow for training camp”

You blush at the term of endearment, but say “How did I not know how good of a player you are, you play for your national team too?”

She blushes and answers “Si, but Im going to miss you”

“We can text and FaceTime, some space will keep me from jumping your bones while Im still figuring out my work stuff” you tell her with a blush.

She steps closer and places her hands on your hips “You know you can call me at anytime to talk, Im here for you even when I'm not physically here for you”

You lean in and place a light kiss on her lips and say “thank you, I really like you”

“Me too, can I take you out on a date when I get back?” she asks you.

You blush and say “I cant wait” you press another deep kiss on her lips and tell her “good night and travel safe”

“buenas noches, hermosa” she tells you with a wink.

You head back to your apartment with a smile and the same spring in your step you had that morning, but you are even more sure of your decisions throughout the day, since you now have Ona on your team.

***

During Ona’s 3 weeks away you have been busy. You reached out to a former mentor of yours who gave you the name of a lawyer in Manchester who would be able to help you. When you go in to meet her to get her thoughts on the employment issue she is on your side 100%. She also offers you a position at her firm, since she had heard of your reputation and she wants you to become a partner at her firm. You are speechless but accept the offer and you have a feeling this firm might be the better option for you.

You were so excited to tell Ona the news you faceTimed her that night, when you had both decided you’d have time to talk to each other.

Your phone is ringing waiting for her to pick up, and when it does you not only see the face of the girl in your dreams, but also 3 other faces of her teammates.

You are surprised but react quickly “Hello Ona and teammates”

“Hola hermosa, sorry about them, they want to meet the women I wouldn’t shut up about” she blushes as she tells you.

“Hola, Im Jenni” the one with the dark hair and tattoos tells you.

The other dark haired one pushes her way in-front and says “Im Leila, you cant be the one our Ona is talking about, you are way better looking then she described”

You blush at this but before you can respond the last one, the one with the blonde hair speaks up and says “Hi Y/N, Im Mapi and I agree you are way out of Ona’s league”

Your blush deepens and you hear another voice off screen says “Oi, you perdedoras, Leave Ona alone to speak to her girlfriend” as she says this she comes on screen and whacks all their heads.

They all blush and say their goodbyes, the new girl introduces her self next “Hola, Im Alexia. If you hurt our Ona here you will have to answer to me” with a stern look.

“I have no intentions of hurting Ona, she’s been the bright spot in my days for months” You say with a small smile.

“I like you Y/N, Im sure we will meet soon.” she tells you and turns to Ona and says “I can only occupy them for 20 minutes before they will be back in here, so be quick” she leaves with a wave and you are left with just Ona on your screen.

“Okay spill it, how did the meeting go today?” Ona asks you.

You smile at her and say “It was good, You are looking at the newest partner at her firm”

She squeals at this and says with the biggest smile “I am so happy for you Y/N. You deserve to be praised for your work, I cant wait to celebrate you.”

You blush at her words and ask “Are you planning a second date before we’ve had our first?”

“Who says I can’t celebrate you on our first date” she flirts right back. “I have plans for the Friday when I get back to take you out, so don’t make plans.”

“I cant wait, but I'll let you get back to your team now” you tell her with a smile.

You both bid your goodnights and you have trouble sleeping that night in anticipation of your date.

***

Its Date night, you spend the day organising your following week, as you would be starting at your new firm on Monday. Your new boss has already informed you multiple times that they do not work weekends. You will have to find ways to occupy your weekends, you have a feeling you won’t have trouble with that as Ona will keep you busy.

Your dressed and waiting for her, she told you that you’d be outside so to dress for the weather. Its supposed to be a warm night so your in dark jeans and a light blouse, with a jacket to throw on if it gets cold.

She knocks on the door and you open it to a bouquet of roses hiding her face, she peeks out from behind them and says “Hola hermosa, these are for you” she hand them to you and steps forward placing a kiss on your cheek and whispers in your ear “You look amazing”

You blush but grab the flowers and turn to the kitchen to put them in a vase, you turn to ask her a question and catch her eyes on your ass. “Hey babe, My eyes are up here” you tell her with a smirk.

She blushes and responds “What Im just appreciating how well you wear those jeans”

Now its your turn to blush, and you know you’ll have to get you both out of the apartment before you both decide not to leave.

You head towards her kiss her cheek, and grab her hand to pull her out the door. You both get to the street and find a cab to take you into the city, she’s being secretive and whispers where to go to the driver. You spend the ride in a comfortable silence.

You realise the cab has stopped and she has taken you to an outdoor show, there’s a band stand set up in the park, and food trucks surrounding it. It is not too busy but she leads you right over to a specific food truck. She steps right up and talks to the owner who hands her a picnic basket. She takes your hand and lead you to an empty spot off to the side of the stage.

“One of my teammates told me about this place. The food truck is a Spanish cook I met, he makes the best food that reminds me of home. I had him cook up some Tapas for us to eat while we listen to the bands and watch the stars.” she tells you with a blush.

You step towards her and place your hands on her hips, you lean in to kiss her lips lightly, then lean towards her ear and say “This is perfect, thank you”

The night is perfect, you spend the night on the picnic blanket. You learn all about her home country through the food and stories of her family. She in turns learns all about your family and how you much you love your brothers and their kids.

You tell her all about your upbringing, and how you ended up in Manchester. You learn all about her and how she fell in love with football. When the band starts up your food is long gone and you are half way through the wine she brought. She pulls you towards her and you spend the rest of the night cuddled into her side.

When the night ends and your back at your apartment you invite her in for a drink, you both know where the night is heading and neither of you are wanting to rush it. You settle on your couch with glasses of wine each and continue your conversations. She tells you stories of her United and Spanish teammates. You in turn tell her about your glory days in uni and how crazy law students can party.

You’ve both finished your glasses when you lean into her and say “I think it's time to make sure neither of us has any more regrets” and you crush your lips to hers. You guide her to lay back on the couch and you get lost in the feelings she ignites in you.

What might have started because you were desperate for human interaction outside of the misogynistic workplace you were in. Has now turned into the best thing in your life, and you know that she is going to be forever.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x reader #espwnt x reader

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perfctvelvet · 9 months

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Rope Bunny

Request!Sza/Reader

a/n: gonna get my requests out before i post any other content on here. once i finish this round of requests i wanna try something new with the saturday requests! anyway enjoy!

content: established relationship, implied dom/sub relationship, shibari/rope play, use of strap-on.

The rope digs into her skin and burns as she wiggles around in the restraint. She tries her best, but with this rope against her body she can't move around on her own. She can only be moved by someone else -- bad for her, excellent for Y/n.

The red rope blends in with the red lingerie gifted to her by her lover. Her legs are spread wide open and she couldn't close them even if she tried. Y/n had one hand resting on her knee and the other wrapped around the base of her cock She has the head sliding through Solana's slippery mess. All of her teasing could make her cry, but she was too embarrassed to make a noise.

"What happened to the attitude? You're so quiet now when you weren't earlier."

Y/n was a little hesitant to tease her, not wanting to make Solana's first time trying this with her too intense. She had begged Y/n to do this with her after Y/n accidentally let it slip that she had done this before with an ex or two. Maybe it was the jealousy that prompted her to ask for this, or perhaps it was the idea of Y/n restraining her that turned her on. Solana is always up for a challenge, so seeing her be so uncharacteristically silent made hard for Y/n not to tease her. She know what to say if she wanted this to stop completely.

"Y/n..."

"Y/n what? You wanted this, remember? You wanted me to manhandle you."

The reminder of her own words made her skin burn. She just wanted him to fuck her already. The burn of the rope without dick inside of her to distract was agony. Tomorrow she'll wake up with the rope indents all across her skin, but she won't care as long as Y/n just fucks her.

"Please," she whispers as if Y/n wouldn't be able to hear her.

"Please what?" She asks loudly.

Solana looks away to avoid her intense gaze as she begs to be filled. She needs to feel the stinging stretch paired with the stinging of the rope. She thinks she might die if she goes another second without Y/n's pleasure.

"Please fuck me! I've been a good girl for you!" Solana cries out. She was so desperate but she didn't care anymore.

A good girl she has been for Y/n, so she gets to finally have her way.

Y/n turns Solana onto her hands and knees like she's a ragdoll. She slides the tip against her folds again, but this time Y/n is more generous with giving her some dick. The breath is plucked from her body. The mix of pleasure and pain is dangerously addicting. This is far from her first time, but to be stretched open like this, in such a vulnerable way makes her squirm and moan like she has gone her entire life untouched until now. Y/n's finger into the soft flesh of her thigh to leave indents in the same way the ropes do. Her ass slaps against Y/n's thighs as she fucks into her vulnerable body. The cock curves to hit her sweet spot so deliciously.

"Just like that! Right there baby!" Solana grows verbal again. This was the attitude Y/n was talking about earlier, the one she loves to see.

"Yea? You love me filling you up with this big dick, don't you? Love used like a little fleshlight," she grits through her teeth.

She was the one being used, yet Solana was having all the fun in the world. Her pussy was gripping the cock, never wanting it to leave its home. Her ass looks so good slapping against Y/n, but not as good as watching her walls wrap around the cock. It makes Y/n fuck her harder. Solana digs her nails into the palms of her hand. It was torture for her body not to be able to fully react in the way it wished it could due to the restraints.

"I should tie you up more often," Y/n starts, "I can fuck you anyway I want to."

To prove her point, she pulls out and rolls Solana onto her back again. The way she has her tired up forces her legs apart. She's embarrassed for Y/n to see her all nasty and sloppy.

"So fucking wet," Y/n's fingers dip between her lips to collect her slick, "but I want to see you cream all over me."

Y/n was challenging Solana, and for the first time in their relationship she feels some hesitation. However she's not given much room to think as Y/n slips into her again, this time much deeper and faster. Solana was seeing starts and feeling that familiar feeling in her belly. She quickly wondered about how she'll be able to walk properly tomorrow. Y/n was fucking her so crazy, she's never seen her like this. It was the way her hips smashed into her thighs, how her hands pawed at her jiggling tits, that had Solana thinking Y/n was enjoying this more than her. Yes, she's the one cumming all over her cock.

"That's it baby," Y/n coos, reveling in the sight of her girlfriend falling apart despite the ropes restraining her. She's in love with the look of pleasure all over her sweet face. The face that's always embedded in her mind -- forever n she hopes.

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